The Strongest Shikigami Sasuke-kun

Chapter 94

Generally speaking, the name of the domain has a very close connection with the birth formula of the owner. It is a title that is rooted in the blood of the conjurer and emerges naturally as the domain expands.Even if the type of technique cannot be inferred from the name, it is possible to have a general understanding of the style of the performer.

And just like the name, Nakama Risa's domain looks like some kind of space that only exists in fantasy.

From time to time, dim silver streamers flashed across the blue, deep-sea domain, as if human thoughts were intertwined and separated from each other. Clusters of bubbles of different sizes emerged out of thin air from the undercurrent, colliding with each other, Exploding into a pinch of radiant debris, it melted into the surrounding shadows.

It doesn't look very dangerous.

The woman with gray eyes looked at the two people opposite and smiled politely and softly: "Mr. Gojo, I hope you enjoy this experience."

She didn't get an answer from Gojo Satoru.

Because the tall white-haired conjurer had lost consciousness, with his head hanging down on the half-kneeling Shikigami.

The latter has not yet lost consciousness, and the dark purple magic power is burning on his body, protecting the two of them tightly.

"No lower limit can't stop you?" The black-haired shikigami answered her question with a question.

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Gojo Satoru's hand was pressed tightly, and Sasuke felt that his eyes were blurred, and he was wrapped in Nakama Risa's domain.

——He originally didn't want to be drawn into the domain, and he could completely avoid the capture of the domain with his own speed.

Gojo Satoru, relying on his lack of lower limit, likes to personally experience the magic techniques that he finds interesting, but Sasuke has no such strange interest.

But he only had time to glance at the surrounding environment, and found that a large number of glowing bubbles appeared out of thin air above the infinity around him, quietly passing through the layer of matter that should never be accessible, approaching Wujo Wu's body skin.

Dark purple chakra emerged from Sasuke, enveloping Gojo Satoru.

This seems to have made matters worse.

A large number of lavender bubbles followed, enveloping the two of them one by one, passing through Susanoo's shell with ease, and disappearing on the surface of their bodies one after another.

A strong dizziness hit Sasuke.

Gojo Satoru next to him shook for a bit, closed his eyes with some novelty and eagerness to try, rested his head on Sasuke's shoulder boldly, and fell into a deep sleep lying on top of him.

[fun]

Sasuke staggered under his pressure, half kneeled on the ground, and stretched out his hand to support him.

"Those are your own spell powers, so naturally they won't be blocked." Nakama Risa's face became paler, and his eyes became brighter, "As expected of Mr. Gojo's shikigami, he is still conscious now. .”

"But it's useless," the woman's voice came into Sasuke's ears lightly, "the more I use magic power to defend, the more memories I can use, and the harder it is to break free from the illusion. The magic power is ours." Memory, our will, the proof of our existence... you cannot resist your own soul."

Bubbles continued to emerge from the dark purple chakra, gathering together in front of Sasuke's eyes, blocking his sight, making him unable to see Risa Nakama's figure standing opposite him clearly.

... Gojo Satoru, the idiot.

...a crow's mouth.

I went on a mission with him and encountered this so-called "special ability".

Didn't the other party think about how to get out of danger and escape from the field if he is also pulled in, and if there is no lower limit and cannot be automatically maintained during the period of unconsciousness?

Just hand over your life to him?

The purple bones gradually took shape, and the dizziness and pull that Sasuke felt became more and more intense.

The field of vision seemed to be divided into two parts, the realm of real life was superimposed on the bottom, and another space floated above, twisting and enveloping him.

"Don't try to control me," Nakama Risa even sat down, as if he was not prepared to take the opportunity to attack them at all, "Once the spell starts, even I can't stop it, and I can only leave if I find the 'key'."

Susanoo's thick bones firmly protected Sasuke and Gojo Satoru inside, and his arms were folded in front of his chest, supporting Sasuke from falling forward.

Gojo Satoru's head hung on Sasuke's shoulder, his hair brushed against his ears, and his breathing smoothly brushed the side of his neck.

Sasuke wished he could throw this man into Nanhechuan to sober up.

Despite the distorted and distorted vision and sensory dysfunction, Sasuke's thinking is still very clear - the effect of this technique is too good, and how can a magician attack without magic power?Although Zhongma Lisha's spell power is strong, it is at most at the first level, so it won't have such a big impact on him.

Before opening the field, he blocked it. At that time, he only felt a strange shadow flashed in front of his eyes. It was impossible for him to be so embarrassed.

"You used restraint?" Sasuke blinked, trying to make his vision less distracted, "What is the key?"

"Guess it? Then I'd like to disclose the technique, just to strengthen the effect." The voice reaching Sasuke's ears has become a little distant and close.

"My spell is called 'Day Sinking'. Its effect is to use the magic power of myself and the opponent to construct an illusion based on real memory. The damage received inside the illusion will be converted into real damage according to the difference in spell power between the two sides. It is quite useless. Right? So I exchanged all the attack power for the absolute effect of the spell, exchanged control for the illusion that cannot be dispelled from the outside, and exchanged time for the doubling of the attributes of the domain. Whether it is a magician or a spell spirit, as long as you continue to Staying in the illusion, the magic power in the body will slowly transform into my power..."

She coughed suddenly: "Ahem, that's why my body has become like this. As for the key, you should find it yourself, I don't want to be caught."

At the end, he laughed twice, as if he was very satisfied with the effect of his field.

Assistant Zuo moved his fingers slightly, and his eyes barely focused on the figure not far away.

"Goodbye, Shikigami-"

Nakama Risa was pressed firmly to the ground by Susano's huge and thick skeletal arm, and let out a weak cry of pain.

"The key... what is it?"

"It's... contact." Zhongjian Lisha opened and closed his lips, his voice was too small to be heard.

The black-haired ninja finally fell into a semi-consciousness.

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Sasuke knew he hadn't completely lost control of his body.

Now he seems to be doing two things at once, with more than half of his consciousness staying in this space, and the other half being led by a thread. He maintains Susanoo in real life, and his reaction will probably be much slower, but at least he can protect him. You have to live in five enlightenments.

It's all because that guy didn't have a brain when he went out, and while telling him to be careful about mutual restraint or similar birth techniques, he didn't care about putting his life in his hands.

Memories from mana—or Chakra—are just memories after all.After all, those are the past that have happened, even if they are seen, they will not have any effect.

Maybe Wujo Satoru would give up his strange thoughts when he saw his past.

Sasuke withdrew his thoughts and looked around where he was now.

This is a familiar, cold and damp basement.

Cobwebs were all over the corners, and the walls and ground were full of cracks. There were tall and thick stone seats on the steps facing Sasuke.

It is the Uchiha secret office in Nangachuan.

The place where he and Brother Weasel... fought to the death.

Sasuke's expression turned cold.

But this seems to be just a background board. There is no thin and gentle figure of Itachi Uchiha on the high-backed stone chair, and there are no bloodstains or hidden weapons scattered on the ground. Even the stairs that should have extended from the ground have turned into a black hole. Passage, silently waiting behind Sasuke for him to step in.

What kind of fantasy is this?

The boy sneered, remembering the "key" Nakama Lisha had said, and strode into the dark passage behind him.

……

Sasuke passed by his seven-year-old self lying on the ground and his sixteen-year-old self with bandaged eyes expressionlessly.

There is no "key" here, everything is the same as in his memory, and there is nothing connected to reality.

He has long been mentally prepared.

If Chakra carries his own memory, and Nakama Risa's technique is based on memory, then the most vivid and unforgettable memory in a person's mind will definitely appear in the illusion—in this way, the maximum Guarantee the authenticity and reliability of the illusion, so that it will not become shaky because of the blurred details.

It just got worse.

He also didn't intend to follow the other party's words completely—Nakama Lisha was telling the truth, and the enhanced effect of the spell showed that the other party's information could be trusted to some extent, but it would be too naive to follow the other party completely.

Outside the illusion, Susano pressed the long-haired woman a little harder, as if the sound of bones breaking under the weight of her body could be heard in the next second.

He must teach Wujo Wu a good lesson.

Sasuke took a step forward and raised his eyebrows - for a person he was thinking about just now, who shouldn't have appeared in the death forest.

Gojo Satoru stood in an open space with his back to him.

He looked thinner than now, not so tall, wearing a uniform of a different style, turned his head warily, and glanced in Sasuke's direction.

"Go to Lord Tianyuan first, leave this to me.*" He said, stretching out his hand to unconsciously cover his lower abdomen, his blue eyes gleamed coldly.

Alert, vigilant, and self-assured, he's an annoying sight to behold.

——It looks about the same age as me, is it a memory from when I was still in high school?

"I'll leave it to you, be careful." Sasuke tilted his head, and the same young Xia Youjie stood beside him, pulling the other two young women with a serious expression to turn away, and the one he had seen before was dressed in cassock. The Curse Master is a different person.

He didn't make any moves, and he didn't plan to avoid the possible fight that would follow.Sasuke has already discovered that he is like a bystander in every memory. He cannot participate, will not be affected, and cannot change what has happened. opportunity.

Sasuke observed everything that happened on the field carefully and calmly: a black-haired man with extremely fast speed was standing on the treetop, with a strange-looking mantra around his waist.

There is no "key".

Gojo Satoru was sweating profusely, his eyes kept scanning his surroundings, and after releasing "Cang", he showed a look of pain.

There should be... no "key" either.

...Why are you so tired?Overdrawn?

Hundreds of fly-heads buzzed around the white-haired high school student, and a black-haired man suddenly appeared beside him, and the magic tool in his hand pierced Wujo Wu's neck like lightning.

no……

Blood splattered.

What about no lower limit?

The black-haired man forcibly pulled the magic tool out of Gojo Satoru's neck, and then slashed down from top to bottom again.This time, he nearly chopped the white-haired conjurer in half.

Sasuke's fingertips trembled.

Gojo Satoru passed through his arm and hit the ground heavily, blood seeped into the soil quickly, exuding the rusty smell that Sasuke was familiar with but unfamiliar. .

Sasuke's eyes stayed on the conjurer's bewildered and childish face.

... There should be no "key" here either.

He didn't realize that the sunglasses in the distance were exactly the same as the ones Gojo Satoru wore on his face today.

But the illusion suddenly shook.