Ghost Slayer: The King of Ghosts Walking with the World

When the crow hovering in the air saw Yang Jie's ghost crow, its flapping wings stopped suddenly and fell to the ground.

"Tennoji Matsuemon!" Tanjirou held his crow in his arms, calling its name worriedly.

Yosuke glanced sideways at Tanjiro's crow: "Don't worry, it's just pretending to be dead."

The breeze was blowing, blowing up Yangsuke's haori.

"Tanjiro, let's part here, I'm going to do what I have to do."

Tanjiro bowed and said respectfully, "Yes, Mr. Yosuke!"

"Tanjiro, in the next battle, you can try to get Nezuko to help you. Nezuko's strength will bring you surprises. As for the Zenitsu boy and the pig-headed boy. Come on."

Now the strength of the Twelve Ghost Moons is completely different from the past. In order to better hide himself, Gui Wu Tsuji Wumi not only the upper string, but also the blood concentration of the ghost king bestowed by the lower string is extremely high.

The biggest problem between Shanyi and Inosuke is the personality problem. Shanyi needs to enter a coma to display his own strength. In a sober state, he may not even be able to draw a sword. Opportunities are lost because of his timid and cowardly character.

Inosuke is too reckless, no matter how much difference in strength between himself and the opponent, he will choose to act recklessly, and it is easy for the opponent to seize the opportunity to severely damage him.

In Yosuke's eyes, Zenitsu and Inosuke's personalities need to be changed more than their strength, but this kind of change needs an opportunity, and it cannot be forced, and it is useless to rush.

"Mr. Yang Jie, why listen to your tone, it seems that our next battle will be miserable?" Shanyi asked timidly.

"Well, how should I put it, you can feel it for yourself when the time comes~ Well, the injuries you have suffered are not serious, so go to the Vine House for treatment and rest, see you next time."

Yosuke waved his hand, bid farewell to Tanjirou, and left the haunted house.

According to Ghost Crow's memory, the Five Jade Pot of Shangxian is hunting the pillar of the ghost killing team, but it is not known what kind of pillar it is.

When Yang Jie spread his blood wings and arrived at the battlefield of Yuhu and Zhu, he discovered who Zhu was fighting Yuhu.

Kasumi Tokitomuichiro is a genius swordsman who has only held a sword for two months.

At this time, Wuichiro was in a state of embarrassment, the Japanese sword had been broken, and there was a very long scar from his right shoulder to his chest, and blood was constantly flowing.

When the stripes are not turned on, a top string needs at least two column levels to match it.

Now Wuichiro can only barely resist Yuhu's attack, and it will be a matter of time before he loses.

The jade pot has already come out of the pot, and the scales on the jade pot's body, under the full body of the final form, shone coldly under the moonlight.

The human body is completely incomparable to that of a ghost. The regeneration ability of a ghost is extremely powerful. As long as the neck is not cut off by the sun wheel knife, no matter how serious the injury is, it can recover, and the fighting ability can always be maintained at its peak.

However, human beings are injured and cannot recover by themselves, and their body functions will decline over time. The longer the time drags on, the more unfavorable it is for the battle.

Muichiro is now in a state of exhaustion, his breathing has gradually begun to become disordered, the wound on his chest has caused him to lose a lot of blood, and his face has become extremely pale.

But the jade pot was intact.

"Heh, is the strongest pillar-level swordsman of the Ghost Killing Team this level? Really weak."

Even now that he is seriously injured and ridiculed by the jade pot, Muichiro's expression still remains unchanged, he raised the half-cut solar saber in his hand: "Xia Zhi's breath · Si Zhi type · advection slash!"

There was a mist around Wuichiro, and Wuichiro hid in the mist, and rushed to the front of Yuhu in a smooth way to slash.

"Ding!"

Wuichiro's Rilun knife slashed Yuhu's body, but under the protection of Yuhu's scales, not even a trace appeared.

The jade pot smiled cruelly: "Despair! I will make your bones into the most beautiful pot! Blood ghost art · thousand needles · fish kill!"

The jade pot summoned a goldfish that can shoot needles from the pot with water grass patterns, and several poisonous needles shot at Wuichiro.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blows, and the dust on the battlefield between Yuhu and Wuichiro is flying, blocking Yuhu and Wuichiro's sight.

Yuhu felt an aura that made it extremely frightening, and trembled all over.

"This breath. How is it possible?! Why is he here?!" The jade pot with eyes on the forehead and mouth, his eyes widened, his expression was full of disbelief.

When the smoke cleared, Yangsuke appeared in front of Wuichiro, and the poisonous needle shot towards Wuichiro fell at Yangsuke's feet.

Yang Jie looked at Muichiro's face, his expression was full of nostalgia: "You really resemble her."

Although Muichiro was still expressionless, his eyes were full of doubts.

Yang Jie looked at the wound on Wuichiro's body, and told him: "Although your injury is not fatal, if you don't stop the bleeding with breathing immediately, you will lose a lot of blood, and you won't last long."

Muichiro's tone didn't have the slightest turmoil, and he asked Yangsuke, "Why are you here?"

Yang Jie looked at Yuhu and said flatly, "Because Twelve Ghost Moon is my prey now."

For a long time, Guiwu Tsuji Wucan never detailed Yangsuke's strength with Twelve Guiyue. At the Wanshi Bliss Sect, Yuhu didn't feel much pressure when facing Yangsuke because of Guiwu Tsuji Wucan's presence. .

But at this moment, Yuhu realized that he was wrong, and it was too wrong.

The terrified Yuhu moved backwards, and now there is only one thought in his mind, that is to run away as soon as possible!
Yang Jie guessed what Yuhu was thinking at this time, and said with a sneer, "Heh, do you want to leave? Do you think it is possible? Blood Ghost Art·Blood Domain!"

The entire plain was replaced by blood, and countless weapons made of blood rose from the ground.

"You can't escape, don't you like to look at other people's desperate expressions? Don't worry, I will let you experience the real despair, and the only way for you to survive now is to defeat me!"

When a person's fear reaches the extreme, the inner madness will be completely released.

Yuhu roared frantically: "Are you kidding me! I am the leader of the Twelve Ghost Moons! How can I stop here now?! Blood ghost art · octopus hell!"

The jade pot summoned a giant house-sized octopus from the pot, and it overturned towards Yang Jie.

In the blood field, a samurai sword made of blood slowly rises like the palm of Yangsuke. Yangsuke holds it: "Breath of blood · three types · Lanyan blood blade!"

Blood surrounded the blade like a flame, and countless flying slashes hit the giant octopus.

In just an instant, the giant octopus was completely dismembered.

The blood of the dismembered octopus dripped on the body of the jade pot like rain.