Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

"Do we know each other?" asked Xuantu, because Feiyuzhen's eyes were so strange that he had the illusion that they were acquaintances, but they were acquaintances that he had no impression of at all.

Hearing this, Feiyuzhen smiled slightly and said sincerely: "Maybe I have met them before."

Xuantu touched Yiyong and asked: "You know him?"

Yiyong shook his head, he didn't know this person at all.

"Oh!"

"Even if I haven't seen him before, I have seen him now!" Feiyuzhen was very familiar and thick-skinned, mainly because he had really seen the two of them, although it was one-sided.

"I forgot to introduce myself, Tiandao Feiyuzhen!" He extended his hand in a friendly manner, "I think you and I are destined to be together, let's make friends!"

To be honest, Santu didn't dislike this outgoing guy. After all, it's good to make friends when going out. He held Feiyuzhen's hand and said:

"Santu, please take care of me in the future!"

In this way, after a few times, the five of them went hiking together. Except for Yiyong who didn't speak the whole time, the others had a good chat.

The halfway point of Fujixi Mountain is almost the end of the wisteria forest. There is a platform here. As Feiyuzhen and his group climbed the stone platform, all the swordsmen who participated in the selection were in place.

This time, about 25 people participated in the final selection. Compared with previous years, there are many people this time.

The mountain path is like a winding snake, slowly moving along the mountain. When the path comes to the end of the stone platform, a red torii comes into view.

This torii gate is like a door to hell, standing on one side of the stone platform. Its red body contrasts sharply with the surrounding green mountains and forests, as if it was carved out of blood.

Under the torii gate stood a tall man with long hair like burning flames, it was Rengoku Makijuro.

He actually arrived only an hour earlier than the swordsmen, and had just completed a mission.

Nowadays, the Demon Slayer Corps is short of manpower, and there is no way to use one pillar as ten pillars.

The most shocked were the three little Touyu Shinzo, who would never have thought that they would meet Makijuro in this way.

Makijuro glanced at the three and said nothing more. He cleared his throat and a passionate voice sounded.

"Everyone, I am the Flame Pillar, Rengoku Makijuro, and I am also the invigilator of your selection this time."

Makijuro was like a speaker, his voice was deafening, which boosted the low morale a lot.

"The final selection rules are very simple..." Makijuro turned sideways and pointed to the Torii gate with one hand, "Rush through here and survive for seven days on a mountain full of evil spirits, that's all."

"After seven days, if you can stand here alive, congratulations, you succeeded!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed to the way down the mountain and said, "If you are afraid of death, you still have time to regret. Go down the mountain. It's not shameful because everyone wants to live."

Makijuro finished speaking, he would give these children time to think and make a decision.

After a while, no one left. They might be afraid, or afraid of death, but they were definitely not cowards.

Most of them have an irreconcilable hatred with evil spirits. As long as the evil spirits are not destroyed, their bodies will not stop.

Makijuro nodded with a look of satisfaction and shouted loudly:

"Very good! The future of the Demon Slayer Corps is entrusted to you. I wish you all good luck in martial arts!"

"The selection begins!"

He took the initiative to make way for Kyojuro, who was the first to rush out of the crowd. When they passed the Torii gate, the father and son looked at each other, and everything was self-evident.

At this moment, Makijuro was not an examiner but a father. He personally sent his son into the cruel hell, and the Purgatory family has been like this for generations.

Come on, son!

Kyojuro read his father's lip language, he gripped the hilt of the knife, turned back to look at the road ahead, his blood boiling, and he would definitely live up to the name of Purgatory.

Obanai followed closely behind, he nodded to Makijuro, and chased after Kyojuro at the fastest speed.

With someone taking the lead, the young swordsmen filed out and embarked on the journey without hesitation.

Tiandao Feiyuzhen was the last person to step into the torii. With a confident and calm smile, he said in a firm and powerful voice:

"Uncle, after seven days, there will be no ghosts alive on Fujiki Mountain!"

"We are so strong!"

Hearing this, Makijuro laughed heartily. He chose to believe his son and Feiyuzhen, even if there were a hundred ghosts on Fujiki Mountain at the moment.

As Feiyuzhen's figure disappeared at the end of the wisteria forest, only Makijuro was left on the huge stone platform.

At this moment, his crow fell and issued a task.

"Purgatory, Purgatory, there are ghosts, a day's walk from here!"

"Okay!"

"The children are working hard, and I can't fall behind!"

Makijuro ran down the mountain quickly, with a smile on his face, looking forward to good news seven days later.

The large area of ​​wisteria flowers was like a movie.Like a piece of lantern, he ran after Touma, and the afterglow of the setting sun was like a long arrow, piercing through the junction of the mountain and the foot of the mountain, and passed through Touma.

From a distance, the tall Fujiki Mountain looked like someone had tied a golden ribbon vertically.

On this ribbon road, Kyojuro took the lead, followed by Obanai, then Santo and Giyuu in the middle of the team, and finally Touma.

He was right, the swordsmen in this final selection were terribly strong.

The five future pillars were among them, which could be called the most luxurious lineup in history.

From a distance, the golden afterglow covered half of Fujiki Mountain, but it was getting smaller and smaller, and the golden ribbon was disappearing.

Gradually, only a corner of the mountain was covered by the golden light, and finally it disappeared completely.

It was dark.

The whole mountain was restless, and the evil spirits should come out to look for food.

The final selection of the Demon Slayer Corps is a life-and-death test for the swordsmen, but a feast for the demons.

"It's time to eat!"

"That group of stupid humans are here to die again!"

"I want to eat ten. Most of the swordsmen who participated in the selection are idiots!"

"That's right, I haven't eaten meat for a long time!"

"Humans will not die well!"

Bloodthirsty and crazy voices rang out from the depths of the mountains, and pairs of scarlet eyes quietly opened, full of greed. They had been holding back for too long.

One hundred demons against twenty-five fledgling swordsmen seemed to have a good chance of winning, but what these demons could not have imagined was that --

Someone was cheating, and there was more than one.

The sky was as dark as ink, and the demons cleared out.

In the deepest part of Fujiki Mountain, there was a place shrouded in layers of fog. It was so quiet that there were no wild animals.

Suddenly, a pair of cold, brown eyes opened suddenly, breaking the silence. These eyes are like demons from the abyss, revealing endless chill.

Looking closely, it is found that these eyes are actually grown on a huge flesh ball that looks like countless arms.

The dark green arms are constantly squirming, as if looking for a target, and the whole flesh ball exudes a suffocating breath, which makes people shudder.

"The disciple of that guy Urokita is here to die again, hehehe!"

The creepy laughter echoed in the deep mountains, and the most cunning ghost in Fujishi Mountain took action.