Ghost Slayer: The King of Ghosts Walking with the World

The shadow of death shrouded the jade pot, and Yang Jie just stood there, bringing it tremendous pressure.

The will to survive told Yuhu that if he turned around and fled now, he would definitely die, and only by taking the initiative to find an opportunity, could he escape.

"Blood Ghost Art: Ten Thousand Slippery Slime Fish!"

The jade pot took out ten pots with sticky fish patterns, and summoned ten thousand sharp-toothed sticky fish from the pots, rushing towards Yang Jie like a vast ocean.

The moment tens of thousands of sharp-toothed sticky fish rushed away, Yuhu used the blood ghost technique - killing fish scales again.

Using the smooth scales to make its own trajectory difficult to predict, jumping repeatedly at a very high speed, rushing towards Yangsuke.

Yuhu hopes that the tens of thousands of sticky fish can hold Yang Jie for a while, and then rely on the high mobility of killing fish scales to rush to Yang Jie's side, and then use his "hand of god" to touch Yang Jie. Yang Jie's body was turned into a fish, and Yang Jie's vampire technique, blood domain, was released, and then he took the opportunity to escape.

This is currently the only way Yuhu can think of to escape.

"Breath of Blood·Type of One·Crimson Corruption!"

Yang Jie was covered by scarlet stamens. When the stamens bloomed, countless tiny scarlet petals exploded towards the surroundings, and a powerful shock wave swept the audience.

Tens of thousands of sticky fish in the jade pot were instantly wiped out by the scarlet petals, and even the jade pot that had penetrated halfway was blown away by the powerful shock wave.

Most of the jade pot's proud scales, which are harder than diamonds, have been destroyed, and its body is covered in blood, while the poison of scarlet corruption is eroding its will through the jade pot's wound.

Yuhu felt that his consciousness was beginning to blur, and the killing intent in his heart was gradually replacing his will to survive.

Yuhu slapped his head, trying his best to restrain himself, not to let the killing intent completely erode his will.

If even the will to survive is gone, no matter how powerful the killing intent brings it, there is no chance of winning against Yang Jie.

Yuhu's bloodshot eyes looked at Wuichiro, who was sitting behind Yangsuke, who was resting. The previous escape plan failed, and the key to escape now lies in Tokito Wuichiro.

"Blood Ghost Art Blood Prison Bowl!"

The moment when the jade pot splashes water on Yosuke from the wave-patterned pot.

"Blood Ghost Art · Thousand Needles · Fish Killing!"

Yuhu secretly summoned the goldfish, sprayed poisonous needles at Wuichiro, and then fled in the opposite direction without looking back.

When Yuhu ran to the edge of the blood field, his heart was full of hope.

"Right away! I'll live right away!"

Suddenly, there was a sudden pain in Yuhu's chest, and a hand penetrated its chest from behind.

Yuhu turned his head in disbelief, but what he saw was Yang Jie's extremely cold eyes.

In front of Wuichiro who was in the rear, a shield made of blood in the blood field blocked the poisonous needle sprayed towards Wuichiro.

Yuhu, who had experienced great joy and sorrow, went completely crazy, and roared hysterically: "You can't kill me, I'm a ghost, and you are a ghost, there's no way you can kill me!"

Yang Jie sneered and said: "Oh, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi can seal all the abilities and immortality of ghosts transformed from his own blood, and easily destroy them. He has the ability to kill all of you ghosts. I, who is also the king of ghosts, , do you think I can't?"

Yuhu felt that the blood cells in his body were being destroyed constantly, and he was extremely desperate: "Don't. Don't kill me. I have news about the blue Bana flower. As long as you can let me go, I will tell you everything!"

Yang Jie looked at Yuhu who kept begging for mercy playfully: "Oh? Then tell me."

Feeling that the cells in the body stopped being destroyed, Yuhu said eagerly: "There is a wisteria forest in the depths of Noto Mountain in Takamatsu Town. It is said that someone has seen traces of blue Bianhua at night."

However, as soon as Yuhu finished speaking, the cells that had stopped destroying began to be eroded and destroyed again.

"You lied to me?!"

Yang Jie sneered: "Idiot, the blue Bana flower that blooms at night? What a joke."

In Yuhu's frightened eyes, his body gradually annihilated.

The fifth of the twelve ghost moons was wound up, and it died.

Yosuke walked to Wuichiro's side. At this time, Wuichiro's wound had stopped bleeding through breathing.

"Is it alright?"

Muichiro nodded silently, then raised his head and looked directly into Yangsuke's eyes: "I want to ask, you just said that I resemble her, who is she?"

Yosuke sat next to Muichiro and recalled: "Her name is Kaori. You are a warrior clan from the Warring States Period, a descendant of the Jiguo clan, and she is the ancestor of the Jiguo clan."

"My ancestor?" Muichiro murmured.

"Do you care?"

Muichiro lowered his head, trying to recall the past, but it was blank, and his eyes were full of confusion: "I can't remember the past, but I vaguely remember that someone said to me, my name, Wuichiro Ichiro's word 'no' is incompetent 'no', but it doesn't seem to be."

"Because of this sentence, are you confused?"

Muichiro didn't answer Yangsuke, but curled up his body slightly.

"The sentence that the person in your memory said may not be his original intention. Wuichiro's 'nothing' can also be the 'nothing' of infinite hope, isn't it?"

Muichiro looked at the ground in a daze, and Yangsuke's words reminded him of another sentence: "Muichiro's Wu is infinite Wu. It is a 'wu' that can exert infinite power to protect others."

Sensing that the people from the nearby Demon Slayer Squad had arrived here, Yang Jie spread the blood wings on his back and slowly rose into the air.

"I look forward to you finding the missing memories in your heart and the feelings buried deep in your heart. Farewell, Kaori's descendant, Tokito Muichiro."

Recalling the memory with the completely opposite meaning again, Muichiro's dull eyes began to sparkle, and his heart that had always been indifferent began to heat up again.

"Muichiro! Are you okay?!" Umo Tengen looked at Muichiro, who was covered in blood, and asked worriedly.

The members of the Demon Slayer Squad who escaped from the battle between Muichiro and Tamagotaka notified the nearest sound column, Ubi Tengen, through the crow.

Umo Tengen rushed to the battlefield without stopping, and found Muichiro who was seriously injured.

At this time, Muichiro was immersed in the memories he had recovered, and did not answer Umo Tengen.

"Where's the fifth winding?" Ubu Tengen, who didn't get a response, asked Muichiro again.

Muichiro raised his head and smiled: "I'm fine, the fifth of the first string is dead."

Umo Tengen looked at Muichiro's smiling face in disbelief: "What's the matter with this smile? You're not Shitou Muichiro! Who are you?!"

Muichiro's smile disappeared immediately, and he returned to his expressionless face again, and said indifferently: "You read it wrong."

Wuichiro's familiar feeling came back again, Umo Tengen heaved a sigh of relief, and thought to himself: "Even the god who is in charge of magnificence can sometimes get it wrong!"