JoJo-Kurumi

黄枫谷外，坠魔渊。
天是血红的，地是焦黑的。
五色法宝光焰把方圆百里照得比白昼还刺眼，灵力对撞的爆鸣声连成一片，像一万个天雷同时炸在耳朵边上。
七大宗门，三百修士，在这鬼地方已经打了三天三夜。
为了崖壁上那株刚成熟的“九天涅槃莲”——吃一口能涨三百年修为，炼成丹可直通化神。
“天剑门的杂碎！这灵物是我血煞宗先发现的！”
“放屁！明明是我御兽宗驱散的守护妖兽！”
“都滚开！此物当归我黄枫谷所有！”
飞剑、血幡、兽魂、符箓、阵盘、法宝……所有能杀人的东西在空中撞成一团。
不断有人影从天上掉下来，有的摔成肉泥，有的被余波震成血雾，有的元婴刚逃出来就被一道阴雷劈散。
突然——
“嗡——”
某种金属扭曲、引擎过载、能量核心骤燃的复合噪音。
所有修士同时手一滞。
抬头。
天穹，被烧穿了。
一道直径超过百丈的赤红熔融痕迹贯穿云层，边缘流淌着液态金属般的光泽。
然后，那个东西砸了下来——
超过五十丈的钢铁身躯，通体流线型银白色装甲，关节处裸露着湛蓝的能量管道。
背部六组矢量推进器喷吐着幽蓝尾焰，四肢是反关节设计，爪部是五根可独立转动的合金钩爪。
头颅保留了犬类轮廓，但双眼是两盏不断扫描的红色光学镜。
最扎眼的是它身上搭载的武器——左肩三联装相位炮，右肩导弹巢，双臂外侧是可展开的链锯刃，背部还有四门正在充能的轨道炮。

“轰——！！！！！”
机甲兽砸进战场正中央。
冲击波不是气浪，是电磁脉冲。
球形蓝白色电弧炸开，十里内所有修士的法宝同时失灵！
飞剑“叮叮当当”掉了一地，阵盘冒烟，符箓自燃，靠灵力驱动的法器全部死机。
三百修士像被抽了骨头，从天上噼里啪啦往下掉。
机甲兽站直身体，液压系统发出“嗤——”的泄压声。
它低头，光学镜扫过满地瘫软的修士。
扩音器里传出经过机械合成的、带着电流杂音的声音：
“吵死了。”
右臂抬起。
不是爪子。
是整条手臂外侧装甲“咔嚓”翻开，露出下面蜂窝状的发射孔。
“咻咻咻咻咻——！！！”
三百发微型追踪导弹倾巢而出，每一发都精准锁定一个修士的丹田位置，在距离目标三尺处悬停，弹头闪烁着危险的红光。
左肩相位炮转动，三道湛蓝光束射出，在空中交织成网状，把那些还想挣扎的元婴老怪钉在半空——
字面意义上的“钉”，光束贯穿他们的护体灵光，把整个人固定成动弹不得的姿势。
然后它才迈步。
每一步落地，地面就陷下去三丈，不是踩踏，是重力场过载。
走到战场中央时，方圆百丈的地面已经下陷成一个完美的碗状坑。
机甲兽停下，背部四门轨道炮同时充能，“嗡——”的蓄能声让所有修士头皮发麻。
但它没开炮。
只是用光学镜扫了一圈，合成音再次响起：
“本库叫库入米。”
顿了顿。
“吞天兽机甲形态。”
又顿了顿。
“路过。”
全场死寂。
只有机甲兽关节处能量流动的“滋滋”声，和那些悬停在修士丹田前的导弹发出的“滴滴”蜂鸣。
机甲兽转头，光学镜锁定崖壁上那株九天涅槃莲。
右爪抬起，爪心裂开，伸出一根细长的机械触须，触须顶端是精密的采集钳。
“咔嚓。”
连根拔起，塞进胸前突然打开的收纳舱。
转身，看向那些被钉在半空的元婴老怪。
“谁管事的？出来个能说话的。”
修士们瞪着眼睛，看着那台钢铁巨兽，大脑一片空白。
一个白须老者——黄枫谷大长老凌虚子，化神后期——颤巍巍想掐诀，发现体内灵力被某种力场完全压制，连根手指都动不了。
机甲兽右爪凌空一抓。
引力操控。
凌虚子被无形力量扯到机甲兽面前，悬停在光学镜前。
“前、前辈……”
他声音发颤，“晚辈黄枫谷凌虚子……”
“行了。”
合成音打断，“本库问个路——韩立在哪儿？”
凌虚子愣住：“韩、韩立？”
“对。听说他种田技术不错，本库想请教灵药施肥的问题。”
机甲兽说这话时，左肩导弹巢的发射盖“咔嚓”一声合上，右臂链锯刃“嗡嗡”空转了两下，然后收回装甲内。
凌虚子看着那些杀人兵器收起来，又看看机甲兽胸口收纳舱里那株刚被抢的九天涅槃莲，喉结滚动：
“韩师弟……此刻应在洞府闭关。七千里外，落云山脉，翠微峰……”
“谢了。”
机甲兽转身，背部推进器“轰”地点燃。
正要起飞，突然停下。
从右爪弹出一个金属胶囊，扔在地上。
胶囊“噗”地炸开，喷出大量银色纳米虫群。：虫群涌向那些碎了一地的法宝残骸，开始疯狂吞噬、分解、重组——
三息后。
一亩金灿灿的灵稻田出现在坑底，稻穗上流淌着液态金属般的光泽。
“赔你们的。”
合成音最后响起，“这亩‘灵髓稻’（$BNB )，吃一口顶二十年苦修，还附赠金属灵根改造——能不能活看你们造化。”
推进器全开。
机甲兽冲天而起，在空中划出湛蓝尾迹，消失在天际。
留下三百修士，看着那亩银光闪闪的、明显不属于这个世界的“灵稻”，集体陷入认知崩坏。
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落云山脉，翠微峰。
洞府门口，血玉蜘蛛刚打了个哈欠，突然全身毛炸起。
天空，被染成了蓝色。
那台机甲兽以近乎垂直的角度俯冲而下，在距离地面三尺处骤停，反向推进器喷出六道尾焰，稳稳落地。
装甲表面泛起散热波纹，“嗤——”的泄压声持续了三秒。
洞府石门打开。
韩立走出来，看见门口的钢铁巨兽，瞳孔骤缩。
机甲兽胸甲“咔嚓”裂开，核心舱弹出——里面蹲着只白柴犬。
Kurumi跳出来，机甲兽随即开始折叠、收缩，三息后变成个手提箱大小，被它随手塞回书包。
“你就是韩立？”Kurumi歪头，“本库来学种田。”
韩立盯着那个书包，沉默两秒，侧身：“前辈请进。”
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三天后，灵界，雷鸣大陆。
万丈高峰顶端，Kurumi蹲在悬崖边，光学镜（它给自己戴了副战术目镜）扫描着远处天空——
百族大战，混沌道果出世。
渡劫期老怪十四人，大乘期过百，炼虚合体如蝗虫。
仙术光焰把天空烧成了七彩调色盘，空间裂痕像破碎的镜子般蔓延。
“没完没了。”
它站起来，从书包里掏出那个手提箱，往地上一扔。
“机甲兽·完全解放模式。”
“咔咔咔咔咔——！！！”
手提箱疯狂展开、变形、增殖！
银白色装甲如活物般蔓延，能量管道如血管般搏动，武器模块像雨后春笋般弹出！
这次不止五十丈。
是三百丈。
肩部加载八门“星陨级”轨道炮，背部展开十二组“蜂巢”导弹阵列，双臂换成可变形粒子炮，腿部加装重力锚定系统，胸口主炮的充能口直径超过十丈。
最夸张的是——机甲兽背后，展开了一对由纯粹能量构成的、翼展超过五百丈的光翼。
Kurumi跳进核心舱。
舱盖闭合。
光学镜亮起猩红光芒。
“太吵了，清个场。”
机甲兽踏前一步，从万丈高峰一跃而下！
不是飞行。
是坠击。
背部所有推进器全开，在空中拖出十二道湛蓝尾迹，像一颗逆向升空的流星，撞进战场最密集处！
“那是什么东西？！”有渡劫老怪惊呼。
没人回答。
因为机甲兽已经开火了。
第一轮：饱和导弹打击。
背部十二组导弹巢同时开火，超过五千发微型追踪导弹倾巢而出，在空中自动分流，每一发锁定一个目标——不管你是炼虚还是大乘。
“轰轰轰轰轰——！！！”
天空炸成一片火海。
仙术护盾在导弹面前脆得像纸，法宝拦截？导弹会拐弯。
遁术闪避？导弹速度是遁术的十倍。
一轮齐射，炼虚以下全灭。
第二轮：轨道炮点杀。
肩部八门轨道炮转动，炮口亮起刺目白光。
“咻——！”
八道直径三丈的光束射出，贯穿八名大乘期修士的丹田——废掉修为，光束内含的能量扰乱算法直接烧毁了他们的元婴根基。
八人惨叫都没发出，从天上栽下去。
第三轮：粒子炮扫荡。
双臂变形而成的粒子炮开始旋转扫射，湛蓝粒子流呈扇形扩散，所过之处空间被电离，所有仙术效果被强制驱散，法宝灵光瞬间暗淡。
剩下的修士终于反应过来。
“结阵！结万仙大阵！”有渡劫老怪嘶吼。
三百名幸存修士仓促结阵，仙力汇聚成一道七彩光罩。
机甲兽停了半秒。
光学镜扫描阵法结构。
“能量护盾类型：仙力复合型。弱点分析：节点七百四十三处。建议：相位瓦解炮。”
胸口主炮开始充能。
炮口形成一个微型黑洞，周围光线都被扭曲吞噬。
“发射。”
一道纯黑光束射出。
接触七彩光罩的瞬间——没有爆炸。
是湮灭。
光罩像被橡皮擦擦掉的铅笔迹，从接触点开始无声无息地消失，连带后面三百修士的仙力，一起被抹除。
阵法崩了。
修士们喷血倒飞。
机甲兽这才落地，三百丈身躯砸在地面，震波掀飞了十里内所有碎石。
它走到混沌道果前——那颗果子悬浮在半空，散发着诱人的混沌气息。
右爪伸出，爪心裂开，探出精密机械臂，摘下道果。
塞进胸前收纳舱。
转身，光学镜扫过满地瘫软的修士。
它抬头，看向苍穹。
胸口主炮再次充能，这次充能时间更长，炮口周围的空间开始龟裂。
“你们灵界的天道，该交管理费了。”
炮口对准天空。
开火。
一道纯粹的数据流，由无数0和1构成的银色洪流，贯穿天穹，直接轰进本界天道意识深处。
“嗡——！！！”
整个灵界都在震颤。
所有修士听见了天道的“惨叫”——那是规则被强行改写时发出的悲鸣。
三息后，数据流消散。
阳光突然明媚了三倍，灵气浓度暴涨，飞升通道传来久违的嗡鸣——通了。
机甲兽收起所有武器，背部推进器点燃。
“收工。”
冲天而起，撞破天穹，消失。
留下满地修士，呆滞地看着天空，感受着体内突然松动的瓶颈。
集体跪地。
“谢……谢前辈造化之恩……”
虽然他们完全没搞明白，为什么一台钢铁怪物，会用“数据流”给天道“做疏通”。
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世界壁垒外。
机甲兽变回手提箱，被 #Kurumi 塞回书包。
它翻着收获，犬耳突然竖起。
感应到了。
那些去过的世界，时间流速不同……
“玄武国啊。”
咧嘴一笑。
“本库留下的‘劳动法’，该去验收成果了。”
白影跃入书页。

The deep space, the starry train is like a silver paper cutter, cutting through the stagnant darkness.
Outside the window is a slowly rotating spiral nebula, indigo and scarlet swirling together, like a spilled palette.
Then the train exploded.
It's not a metaphor.
It really exploded—from the third carriage, the armor plate was torn open by some immense force from the outside, the shrill sound of tearing metal mixed with the silence of vacuum, forming a bizarre duet.
The emergency airtight door went "bang bang bang" in rapid succession, isolating the explosion in the rear compartment.
All members of the starry train group stood firm in the second carriage, their expressions still relatively calm.

Time photography studio.
The afternoon sunlight at three o'clock slanted through the venetian blinds, casting alternating stripes of light and shadow on the wooden floor. The air carried the scent of old paper, developer solution, and a faint hint of mildew.
Cheng Xiaoshir leaned on the counter yawning, her eyelids heavy as if weighed down by lead blocks.
“Lu Guang—are there no customers yet—”
“No.” A calm voice came from the inner room, “Even if there are, it might not be a good thing.”
“Cut.” Cheng Xiaoshir buried her face in her arm, “If we don't open soon, we won't be able to pay next month's rent...”
Ding dong.
The doorbell rang.
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Rakshasa Street.
The street was crooked like a drunkard's teeth, the buildings on both sides were covered with dark red moss, and the air was filled with the smell of rust and rotting wood.
A layer of perpetually stagnant gray mist hung overhead, occasionally letting through a few pale beams of light that cast a bluish hue on the scattered bones scattered on the ground.
Cao Yanbing leaned against a crooked locust tree, grilling a skewer of three human-faced spiders, which were sizzling with oil.
"It tastes awful."
He took a bite, frowned, and said, "The food for this generation of evil spirits is getting worse and worse."
Xia Ling squatted down beside her, covering her nose: "Do you really have to eat next to a grave?"
"The scenery here is beautiful."

On Chicken Island, the midday sun is as scorching as if it's blazing.
Wu Liuqi pushed his seafood cart down the street, the fish on it their eyes gleaming white from the sun. He yelled at the top of his lungs, "Seafood at 90% off! A fire sale price! Buy fish, get shrimp free—"
"Here's a shovel!" A market vendor splashed a ladle of water from washing fish at me. "Your fish is so stiff it's practically dead, even a dog wouldn't want to feed it!"
Ah Qi jumped up to dodge, her Sichuan accent spilling out in her haste: "Oh dear, Auntie, don't be so fierce! This fish is asleep, fast asleep!"
"Sleep your head off!" The broom came crashing down on his head.
Ah Qi scurried away, covering his head, and just as he turned the corner, he almost stepped on a white, fuzzy thing.

In the world of the spiritual cage, the eternal night mist was soaked in crimson.
The lighthouse hovered at a seventeen-degree angle, the engine's blue light flickering like the intermittent breath of a dying giant beast.
"Hunter team, coordinates B-7, high-risk Devourer activity."
The mechanical voice on the communication channel tightened: "Collect medical supplies and evacuate immediately."
Mark tightened the gravity unit's mask, the "click" of it locking echoed inside the helmet.
Through the window, the ruins of Stardust City writhed in the crimson mist—no longer a city, but a feeding ground for the Devourers.
"Ran Bing, stay close." His Adam's apple rolled.
The silver-white gravity unit followed, a female voice came from behind the mask:

Fog Mountain, Five Elements Sacred Hall.
The flow of energy is chaotic like water stirred by a mischievous child, with five types of energy—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—tearing through the air, occasionally exploding into bizarrely colored fireworks, turning the sky into a palette that has been overturned.
Wen Renyi squatted on the stone steps outside the hall, holding a wine gourd in his hand, not bringing it to his mouth for a long time. Fire element energy surged around him, causing the stone steps to sizzle and emit white smoke.
"Another rampage." He spat out the grass roots from his mouth.
In the distance, four figures swiftly approached, leaving behind different colors of energy dust upon landing—Water Element Shentu Midnight, Metal Element Xuanyuan Divine Monarch, Wood Element Rongcheng Moxi, Earth Element Gongyi Churen.

Longhu Mountain, the back mountain forest.
The moonlight was shattered by the tree shadows, illuminating the shovel in Feng Bao's hands, giving off a cold light.
Zhang Chulan shrank behind her, his voice trembling: 'Sister Bao'er... is that thing really a dog?'
Ten steps ahead, Kurumi scratched her ear with her hind paw, the brown backpack looked like a suspicious travel bag under the moonlight.
This library is a dog fairy.
It corrected, 'It has formal employment, complete with five insurances and one fund, and every year there are fifteen days of paid annual leave.'
Feng Bao had a blank expression: 'A talking dog is valuable.'
The shovel 'whoosh' lifted, bringing up soil and fallen leaves.

Sanghai City, Little Sage Villa.
The sun is high, and the sound of snoring and recitation in the study flies together.
“The benevolent love others, the righteous……”
“Hoo……zzZZZ……”
Fu Nian's ruler “cracked” on the lectern.
In the last row, Tianming suddenly looked up, his mouth still hanging with shiny drool.
“Heaven, dawn!” Zi Mu stifled a laugh and reminded softly, “Sir is looking at you!”
Dawn rubbed his eyes, the shiny roasted mountain chicken in his dream had not flown far away.
“Jing Tianming.” Fu Nian's voice was like ice, “Where were we just now?”
“We were talking about……” Tianming's eyes darted around, catching sight of a fat sparrow perched on the branch outside the window, he blurted out, “Talking about birds! When a bird is about to die, its song is…… fragrant?”

Chapter Two: Knife Horse, your escort has been intercepted by dogs.
In the seventh year of the Great Cause, Hexi Corridor.
The yellow sand fills the sky, and a cart bumps along the Gobi.
A man sits on the cart's axle. He wears a bamboo hat, carries a horizontal sword at his waist, and has a scar that diagonally crosses his face. His gaze is like the stones on the Gobi, both cold and hard.
Knife horse.
A small head pokes out from the car, about seven or eight years old, with bright, sparkling eyes.
"Dad, how much longer until Dunhuang?"
"Shut up."
The knife horse does not look back.
Little Seven pouts and shrinks back into the car.
Suddenly—
"Hush!"
The knife horse tightens the reins.
The cart comes to a sudden stop.
Ten feet ahead, on top of the sand dune, sits something.

Chapter One: Great Sage, is your golden staff rusty?
At the foot of the Five Finger Mountain, dust was flying.
A completely snow-white Shiba Inu was lying by the roadside, its paws supporting its face, and a brown backpack was casually thrown at its feet.
“Sigh——”
$Kurumi sighed, her tail lazily sweeping the ground.
“Where's the promised classic anime? Why did I first encounter a mountain ditch?”
It turned over and sat up, its paws swiping in the air, and an old, yellowed book appeared out of nowhere.
The big characters on the cover: (Journey to the West: The Return of the Great Sage).
“Oh no.”
Kurumi perked up her ears, her eyes shining.