A Guide to Teaching the Breathing Techniques of the High School of Conjuration

Just like the scene where the hero of the movie is upgraded, the mantra spirit is like the experience bag on the way to the protagonist's upgrade. Wujo Satoru just stood behind that person with a smile, witnessing the continuous improvement and evolution of sword moves.

It is obviously just the beginning of the knife drawing technique, but with the efforts of the knife holder day after day, he continues to improve and improve, and finally reaches the ultimate level.

Concentrate on one point and reach the pinnacle!

There was a bright light in Wujo Wu's eyes. It was the scene he had seen in the strongest swordsman Yuanyi before he became a senior, and it was the image of a mortal ascending to the sky.

"Thunder's Breath - A Type of Thunderbolt Flash!"

"Thunder's breath one type · thunderbolt flash six times!"

"Thunder's breath, a type of thunderbolt, lightning flash!"

The swordsman of Breath of Thunder walked through one room after another, because the body of the curse spirit would not feel exhausted, and the moves that could only be used twice when he was still a human could be used again and again.However, as promised before coming, he has been standing in front of the silver-haired conjurer.

How powerful he was during the battle, and how frightened he was afterwards, Tsuruhiko has forgotten how many times he asked Gojo Satoru: "There should be no curse spirits to destroy now, right?"

Gojo Gojo burst out laughing, the combination of the handsome battle before and the current scene made him find the swordsman of Breath of Thunder more interesting.He snapped his fingers and tilted his head: "Mr. Shanyi is very powerful, no matter how many spells there are, you won't be afraid, right?"

"Of course, I'm very powerful. No matter how many spells there are, I will protect you!" The blond boy raised his head proudly, making people think of the child who the family wanted to praise for no reason.

Wujo Wu put on a face: "That's great, there will be so many curse spirits in the future, I will bother Mr. Shanyi."

"Ah, why are there so many?" The blond boy was instantly dejected.

It would be great if my students were so funny in the future. Thinking of some old-fashioned kid, Gojo Satoru gave up this idea: "Just kidding, the curse spirit has been wiped out, and the next thing is to rescue the hostages."

Knowing that there was no danger, Tsuruhiko became happy again: "That's great, let's hurry up."

Gojo Satoru was not as happy as Tsuruhiko. Although rescuing the hostages was a necessary part of the mission, in fact, in this last part, as a super conjurer, he wanted to slow down even more.

Not everyone is eligible to be saved, and Gojo Satoru is also an acknowledgment of this.And the owner of this building is such a person, born as the son of the Yusan family, who has the power of spells and spells but has no talent.

The consequences of this are very serious. The family is not willing to give up on him, nor is he willing to be born moderate.Thirsting for power but without the right means, without anyone knowing, he wanted to borrow the power of the curse spirit, so he raised the curse spirit in such a densely populated place regardless of the consequences.

It would be great if there was an accident before he found the hostage.

Gojo Satoru scratched his hair, and some thoughts that shouldn't have flashed through his mind.

As Tsuruhiko followed Gojo Satoru, he was vigilant. The curse spirits he beheaded had indeed been injected with ghost blood to strengthen their arrogance, but at most the amount was a little more than that used by Hongyeshan's curse spirit ghost blood.

With lessons learned from the past, Nightmare should not release a few curse spirits that are destined to be useless. I always feel that this is different from Nightmare's personality that likes to play with people's hearts.

The top floor of the building is a private area, where the owner used a large area to raise the curse spirits, and he lived in the deepest room, which was where Tsuruhiko and the others were going.

In the most central room, the room was tightly closed, Gojo Satoru sneered, the magic power of his fingertips condensed, and instantly twisted the iron door that could be placed in a bank to resist bombs.

Tsuruhiko glared at Wujo Wujo: "Didn't you say that you should use the magic power?"

Gojo Satoru waved his hand, and then pulled out half of the yellow paper with red symbols drawn on it from behind the door that he forcibly broke open.

"It's okay, such a small expenditure is nothing. Besides, although this may not hurt you, Mr. Shanyi, but to be on the safe side, let me solve it. After all, I also promised to protect Mr. Shanyi's back."

As a curse spirit, He Yan instinctively sensed the danger of the yellow talisman, and quickly took a few steps back: "Why is there still this?"

Gojo Satoru smiled indifferently: "Some weak bastards touch the forbidden area, but they don't have the ability to protect themselves."

In the room, the guy Gojo Satoru called a bastard was stepping barefoot on the expensive carpet with a glass of red wine in his hand.

"Ah, isn't this the young master of the Wutiao family? It turns out that you were sent to save me. I heard that something happened to you recently, and you still have time to take care of my life."

Gojo Satoru was already accustomed to such provocations, and seized the sofa in the room: "Of course there is not enough time, wasting time on recycling waste, it is better to come later and collect a corpse that can't speak."

Tsuruhiko quietly followed Gojo Satoru, and his character design would not be annoying, so try to minimize his presence and not be noticed.

But contrary to expectations, the man relaxed his fingers slightly, and the red wine glass fell on the carpet without breaking, but the red wine splashed, and a few drops landed on Tsuruhiko's golden feathers.

In the next second, the man was impaled on the wall by a powerful spell, vomited a mouthful of blood, and laughed arrogantly: "Your high school also interacts with the curse spirit of the ghost killing team, Gojo Wu, what right do you have to say I!"

Gojo Satoru's smile was full of murderous intent. He had never been so disgusted by a person's actions, but he would never allow someone to insult the Demon Slayer Squad who brought light to mankind.

Bending knuckles is a precursor to the operation, but Tsuruhiko discovered heresy at this moment: "Wait a minute—"

The words to stop him couldn't be said completely, and the blood ghost technique of the nightmare ghost was activated at this moment.

What is the dream-controlled world like?

Gojo Satoru clearly knew that this was a dream, maybe because he had had too many dreams, every time he was a bystander of the dream.

Of course, this time is also a participant.

If there is no swordsman named Ghost Slayer involved in his world, then the turning point of his life will be deflected accordingly.

He saw his best friend falling into paranoia due to confusion, he saw the future where the two were drifting away, and he also saw the appearance of standing on the top alone as the strongest magician.

Is this his life?And the life with the ghost killing team involved is a dream

How can there be any magic spell that can save them? The strongest self will be powerless in life!

The silver-haired conjurer was lost in confusion.The perception that he was in a dream became unclear.

The mist gradually enveloped his neck like a pair of invisible hands.

The pain surged up and the consciousness gradually became confused, but the burning eyes in the next second made people wake up instantly.

The sun wheel knife at his waist came out of his body, and the hand holding his neck was cut off by the sharp blade, and there was a painful scream behind him.

Because in the dream, Gojo Satoru didn't choose to chase the fleeing enemy, and took away the knife. Although he wasn't sure if his dream was connected with Tsuruhiko, but the scope of the fog was very wide, and it felt like the other book had a wider area. .

The area linked by the mist——

The entire life of the swordsman of Breath of Thunder is presented here.

The chaotic and cowardly life before was understated, because he was tricked by a woman and met the passing grandfather, the world seemed to brighten up.

Momoyama studied, entered the team selection, and the infinite train lost the senior it admired for the first time.Later, the boy who always shouted that he would die, and who was always afraid of fighting, no longer avoided fighting.

Tried again and again, blocked the consciousness of sacrificing oneself, and didn't want to see anyone leave again.

But there are still people who left, dearest grandpa, who died in such a meaningless world, and for the first time as a teenager, he recognized human nature. In this world, there are people who love to bully you, who are dissatisfied with all your efforts, and who are called bad people.

Then more and more people disappeared, a cloud of fog, Gojo Satoru couldn't see the faces of those people clearly, but he understood their importance in the heart-wrenching cry of the young man.

He walked over, trying to comfort the boy who could no longer cry, but what he touched with his fingers was the overflowing mist.

Gojo Satoru smashed his head, and he still underestimated the seniors of the Demon Slayer Squad. The bravest people are not only the fearless and sharp-edged warriors, but also the fighters who are afraid of everything but abandon their fear and follow forward.

The swordsman of Breath of Thunder would not be trapped in such a dream, so he went a little deeper to find him.

Gojo Satoru no longer cared about the fragmented dreams behind him, and plunged into a deeper place without hesitation.

The deepest place has a beauty that has never been seen before. The precise and quiet mountain is a scene that Gojo Satoru has never seen.

"This is Tanjiro's house." The golden boy who suddenly appeared was obviously not an illusory mist, but he was holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in his hand.

In front of their eyes, a beautiful enough lady in a kimono walked past them lightly, looking very listless.

Gojo Satoru watched the blond boy's lips move a few times, but did not make a sound, but his eyes followed the lady until the figure disappeared completely in the mist.

Gojo Satoru can clearly perceive that Tsuruhiko is absolutely awake now, so why not leave the dream

Gojo Satoru didn't ask further, he saw the young man slowly follow after the figure disappeared.

It was a large cemetery. The lady I had seen before was crying in front of one of the tombstones. The blond boy stroked the next tombstone until the lady left before walking over and putting a white chrysanthemum in front of it.

Perhaps because of the incomparably deep impression of the young man, Gojo Satoru could clearly see every name on the tombstone in the vast fog.

Throat and eyes were very dry, Gojo Satoru resisted the feeling of discomfort, and followed the boy, the name engraved on the tombstone was already self-evident.

"Here lies my best friend."

Gojo Satoru didn't make a sound.

Reminiscing didn't take up too much time, maybe the time the teenager spent on this was long enough.

The blond boy rubbed his eyes and stood up: "Tanjirou told me the way to get out of the dream, let's go out together."