It is said that Sun Pillar-sama is the god of fire

That's almost what could be called perfect mimicry.

Whether it's the figure or the breath, if you just take a glimpse on the bustling street, no one will doubt that this is a graceful and virtuous woman.

The premise is to ignore the tyranny and killing intent that is almost boiling in the ghost king's rose-red vertical pupils.

"Stupid stuff."

He tugged on the hair of the first string, and his cold killing intent almost turned into reality, crushing the only remaining head, Ling Chi, piece by piece.

Even though it was such a cruel and almost disgusting scene, Gui Wu Tsuji was not moved at all.

He held up the head that was still bleeding from the torn neck before his eyes, and the veins on his forehead popped up, "Who allows you to be so presumptuous?"

Tong Mo opened his mouth, as if he wanted to justify something, but apart from the smelly and viscous blood pouring out of that mouth, there was only ho ho, a broken breath sound like coming from a dilapidated bellows,

The recovery ability of the winding ghost is so strong, but under this situation, the broken neck showed no signs of recovery at all, and even the bleeding couldn't stop.

However, the strange thing is that the blood flowed profusely from the evil ghost in front of him, the extremely gorgeous and exquisite kimono on Onimai Tsuji's body was not stained with any blood, and the white lining was still spotless.

He tossed the head in his hand without mercy, and after the crisp collision sound, the ivory-white head rolled slowly to Kamado Tanjirou's feet, and the feeling at that moment almost made the young man uncontrollable Kick it away with one kick.

All these changes are only in the blink of an eye.

Even Tanjiro Kamado realized what happened just now with hindsight.

The hard walls collapsed with a loud bang, and the outside world did not know when the sky had already subsided. The dark sky was like a gloomy black curtain, covering the land.

The stinky cold wind brushed past the tip of his nose, Tanjiro Kamado squinted his eyes half-closed, as if something strange and frightening flashed by quickly.

When he opened his eyes and saw the scene in front of him clearly, there was already blood almost all over the ground, and there was a strange roar in his ears that seemed to be full of hiccups.

——And, not far away now, the tyrannical aura that can't be concealed at all, and the ghost Wu Tsuji who is ruthlessly grabbing Tong Mo's head.

The head that was randomly thrown on the ground could no longer speak, and the brilliance in the eyes that were as gorgeous as glass gradually dimmed.

He's going to die soon, Tong Mo thought.

The devoured body could not regenerate, and the anger that was constantly colliding in the mind gradually faded along with the gradually blurred consciousness.

Obviously his own demise is inevitable, but Tong Mo has an almost creepy calmness and indifference.

There is no fear of death, no fear of dying, and even the anger that is still burning in his mind does not come from himself.

Tong Mo closed his eyes, his brain was in a state of chaos, probably all the brain cells were dying, it was as if it was filled with thick concrete, unable to move at all.

Those gorgeous eyes also lost their brilliance, the pupil membranes were still gorgeous in color, and after the evil ghost lost its vitality, it seemed to be covered with a layer of gray mist, which was empty and lifeless.

The blood of ghosts is not as easy to coagulate as human beings, and the dirty blood stains scattered all over the ground drop drop by drop along the broken wooden bridge into the water, and melt silently in the lotus pond.

In the second of the winding, I don't know how many people's lives have been killed and how many swordsmen of the ghost killing team have died in the hands of evil spirits in a hundred years.

However, he died in the blink of an eye, without a trace of breath.

And his death was even caused by Onimai Tsuji Muchan himself.

"I don't need such a stupid subordinate."

The woman in a luxurious kimono shook off the dirty blood on her hands indifferently. The sticky ghost blood dripped onto the ground along her bruised and sharp nails, forming a puddle next to her white two-toed socks in a short time. Small pool of blood.

There was still tyranny and murderous intent in those rosy red vertical pupils, Tanjiro Kamado couldn't read half a sympathy and pity from those eyes with lines like broken gems.

I don't know if it's because the surroundings are too strong, almost nauseating, with the smell of blood and the pungent smell of the ghost, and he can't smell anything other than anger from Wu Mi.

Even if it is the second of the first string, it is nothing more than a chess piece that can be seen everywhere for Oniwu Tsuji.

Throwing away a useless pawn that has bored him, it is a great honor to let him have such an angry emotion, not to mention the slight pity that will spread from Wu Mi's heart.

Anyway——slowly withdrawing the ferocious lumps of flesh protruding from his sleeves, Onimai Tsuji raised his eyes, and the magnificent dark red vertical pupils were full of reflections of Kamado Tanjirou.

He can also create more powerful ghosts, as many as he wants, but the loss of two is nothing.

"That's, Ghost Dance Tsuji Muma...?"

Kamado Tanjiro tightly guarded the butterfly behind him, the biting cold had gradually dissipated with Tong Mo's death, but Kamado Tanjirou was still tense all over, and his back molars were clenched tightly.

Butterfly stood up with difficulty leaning against the wall with his legs propped up.Perhaps it was the failure of the blood ghost technique, or something Tanjiro Kamado did. Although her lungs still have dense tingling sensations, she doesn't want to feel like ice slag can be brought out when she breathes just now. Cold and painful.

She asked in a low voice, the corners of her mouth curled up, even though her hands were trembling, she was still tightly holding the strangely shaped Sun Wheel Knife.

Butterfly endured short and shallow breathing, and carefully adjusted to the frequency that was most suitable and had the least impact on the battle.The palm of the hand holding the knife was sweating, and the slippery touch almost made her unable to hold the sword in her hand.

The poison stored in the knife has been almost used up just now, and the meager amount left is not enough to kill even the weakest ghost, let alone fight against the demon Wu Tsuji who is standing at the top of all ghosts in front of him. .

Probably can't go back.

Butterfly swallowed the bitterness in his mouth, silently showing a wry smile.

"Do not worry."

There was a warm touch from the back of her hand, Hu Die Shinobu was slightly taken aback, Kamado Tanjirou's hand was behind her back at some point, gently holding her almost veined hands as if to comfort her.

"I won't let you die."

He thought he was comforting, but also as if he was making a promise, he said solemnly.

"What a disgusting drama."

Kamado Tanjiro had no intention of concealing his voice, and the words of the red-haired young man fell into Onimai Tsuji's ears clearly and clearly.

It wasn't just something that touched the already sensitive nerves of the ghost king. He opened his mouth, and the sharp fangs in his mouth reflected a faint cold light in the air.

"But it's all deceitful words, how dare you say it?!" Yin Hong's vertical pupils suddenly narrowed and narrowed. Broken wooden bridge.

Huge black thorns suddenly emerged from the bottom of the water, almost brushing Kamado Tanjiro's arm and passing by.There was an ear-piercing tearing sound, and the sleeves of the large Chinese dress were torn in half.

The broken clothes fluttered slightly on the thorns, and the torn edges seemed to be stained with dots of red marks, and there were half flame patterns on it, which looked like a flame that was about to be extinguished in the air from a distance.

Kamado Tanjiro hugged Butterfly Ninja tightly, narrowly dodging Onimai Tsuji's sudden and unexpected attack.

It wasn't just something that pleased the furious King of Ghosts, Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi suddenly snorted, which was almost creepy in such an environment.

"It's just a poor imitation." He looked at the cut-off sleeve, and the arc of the corner of his mouth was enough to reveal the inexplicable joy at the moment.

He said this sentence vaguely, Die Ninja might be confused when he heard it, but Kamado Tanjiro understood the meaning of this sentence.

The seemingly incomparably luxurious black costume on his body is in the final analysis nothing more than a mortal thing made by human beings with painstaking efforts. How could it compare to the gorgeous costume that he wore on his body thousands of years ago that truly belonged to the gods? .

Whether it's the texture or the fabric, Tongmo is just a memory of a few glances, how can it be compared to Onimui Tsuji who used to get along with Zaomen Tanjiro day and night for more than ten years.

I don't know if it's because of this strange pleasure, Oni Wu Tsuji no longer rushed to attack, but just took a good time to look at Tanjiro Kamado's arm that was faintly oozing blood, his rosy pupils became more intense, almost bleeding Come.

"It's almost dawn." Kamado Tanjiro suddenly glanced at the thick dark clouds that were gradually dissipating, and seemed to be kind enough to advise Wu Mi.

"Aren't you going to run away?"

Just like how you ran away in haste countless times before, did you run away before the sun fell on the ground?

Like a rotten, smelly rat in the gutter, it hides in a dark place, scurrying around in panic all day long.

Butterfly Shinobu, who was still held in Tanjirou's arms, froze slightly. Hinju's gentle and kind image in the past was really deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Even she had never seen such a tone of Kamado Tanjiro.

It seems to be desperate, and it seems to abandon something that has been hidden in my heart, and will never pick it up again.

As expected, Gui Wu Tsuji was irritated by him.

There was no storm-like attack as imagined, Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou just squeezed out a sneer from his lungs, and then his clothes burst, and countless ferocious bone whips slammed into the already precarious wall.

"The blue other shore flower."

Dust and gravel mixed with scattered wooden fragments fell, and the rising soot made the butterfly almost unable to breathe.

She suddenly heard Tanjiro Kamado say this.

"I know where the blue other shore flower is."

Those crimson eyes that seemed to be burning with eternal flames were astonishingly bright, the brilliance in the eyes almost pierced through the dust in the eyes, staring at Onimai Tsuji who was about to withdraw and leave.

The falling boulder blocked all the way between the two of them, and Kamado Tanjiro had no intention of waiting for Onimai Tsuji to recover from his shock and chase them after him.

Without hesitation, Rizhu hugged the butterfly and ran out quickly, the faint morning light had already quietly sprinkled on the ground, presumably it won't be long before the scorching sun will completely drive out the darkness.

--Come to see me.

Glancing back with deep red eyes, Tanjiro Kamado said silently in his heart.

——For the medicine that you have been pursuing for more than a thousand years and should not exist in this world.

The author has something to say: Boss Boss Lays Off Employees Passionately.

Let me tell you first, I didn't dig my heart! !I won't dig my heart! !

How could it be possible to treat Tan Tan like this.

There is also the problem of people, although Boss Dust is in a female form, but the default is still male, so the word "he" is still used.

The lucky one in the last chapter is Sinise, the red envelope has been sent, please check it~

Who is the lucky guy in this chapter?

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