The Strongest Ghost in the World, Join Us!

Chapter 213: Those Bright Lives, Heroes of Those Times (44)

"The cyan other shore flower..."

Kibutsuji Muzan's plum-shaped eyes glowed with fiery light, and his breathing was quick at this moment.

In order to find this plant, he has been searching hard for a thousand years, but there has been no trace, and even, many times, he himself thought that this kind of plant does not exist in this world.

......

Kibutsuji Muzan's gaze couldn't help but fall on Teng Xi Mountain.

The fire soared into the sky, sweeping the entire Tengxi Mountain, and the wisteria trees fell down and turned into raw materials for the fire. Even if they were far apart, they still felt unwell.

but

That ghost was still standing in the sea of flowers in Tengxi Mountain, and those noxious smells seemed to have no harm to the other party at all.

Is this something ordinary evil spirits can endure?

Even if he, the original ghost, the absolute ruler of the ghost, and the ancestor of the ghost can't bear it, how can the other party bear it.

only one reason

That is, the other party has evolved again.

It is only possible to eat the legendary cyan other side flower.

So, these two days, while he was besieging Teng Xishan, he sent evil ghosts to look for the traces left by the other party's passing, and he couldn't let go of the slightest bit.

Finally, it paid off.

"My lord, we just found some clues..."

Gyokko reminded in a low voice.

The excitement in his heart slowly dissipated, Kibutsuji Muzan regained his composure, turned his head, and his eyes fell on Teng Xishan, which was still burning.

In the current situation, in a short period of time, they cannot get close to Tengxi Mountain.

The materials that are harmful to ghosts carried by the burning wisteria trees are constantly escaping to the surrounding, so that the ghosts can only retreat again and again. .

"Watch each other closely. 35

Kibutsuji Muzan said a word coldly, and followed Gyokko quickly towards the place where he found the trail.

soon

Twelve Kizuki. The team of winding, the ghost of the pot. Gyokko, brought Kibutsuji Muzan to a grave.

"here……"

Gyokko pointed to a recess in front of the tomb, where there were obvious signs of being collected.

Perhaps, for ordinary people, this is nothing, but for the evil ghost who has been in charge of searching for the cyan flower for thousands of years, the trajectory of everything is too obvious.

Because, it has long been determined that the evil ghost suddenly appeared in the vicinity of the 'Kado' family. This area was carefully searched for, and according to some walking footprints, this place was discovered.

Looking at the 'concave' ground where the soil was obviously turned over, Kibutsuji Muzan's expression was still calm, but there was a kind of extreme anger deep in those plum-shaped eyes.

If there is no wrong guess, I am afraid that the other party really found the cyan other side flower and swallowed it.

"It's Damn it."!

Such a precious thing can only be eaten by his primordial ghost, and the other party can use it.

Teeth clenched unconsciously, five fingers clenched tightly, bone spurs rose from the flesh and blood between his fingers, exuding a sinister coldness.

Gyokko, who had been standing respectfully behind Kibutsuji Muzan, couldn't help feeling a chill in his body and mind, and a fear from his blood made his body tremble.

His eyes left the ground at the 'concave' and landed on the grave next to him.

The tombstone of the tomb is inscribed with the word 'poem'.

That one painting...

Such familiarity, the feeling of familiarity, is like thousands of years ago, that person, that person named Jiguoyuanyi cut him a terrible sword.

A sword that still has a haze in his heart to this day.

"AyeAye..."

Kibutsuji Muzan's body staggered back instinctively, and at this moment, he even had the idea of turning around and running.

But immediately, it stopped.

In the end, it's just the 'handwriting' left by that person.

"..."

The bone spur penetrated, the tombstone shattered in an instant, Kibutsuji Muzan's eyes were dim, and finally, he stared at another tombstone.

"Yuanyi"

The plum-shaped pupils involuntarily dilate, and for thousands of years, there has been a shadow in the depths of the heart.

Every time I am pleasantly surprised in my dream, I see a sword like the sun slashing towards me.

always been afraid

Afraid that this person is still alive.

Now

Finally confirmed.

"..."

The tomb was opened and the coffin had decayed over the millennia.

In the tomb, there is nothing, but there are still some bone fragments and a sword that looks rotten.

Rust covered the entire sword, and it was impossible to see the original appearance of the sword for a long time.

Kibutsuji Muzan bent down and picked up the sword. Thousands of years have passed, and many things have been slowly forgotten with the memory of time.

But this handle...

The sword that Jiguoyuanyi held at the beginning was still so familiar to him. At that time, he transformed himself into more than 1,800 pieces of meat and tried to escape. Jiguoyuanyi held this sword, and in a second Inside, more than 1,500 effective slashes were slashed, almost beheading him abruptly.

Since then, that sword has almost become bad news in his heart.

Even though the sword was rusted and its original appearance was almost invisible, Kibutsuji Muzan still knew clearly that this was the sword that Ji Guoyuan slashed at him.

Because the pain of the skin that was cut off is still deep into the bone marrow.

His hand lightly stroked the rusted sword face, the rust was brushed away, and the sharp cold light was still reflected in his eyes.

Even if the years go by

Even if the rust covers the blade

But when the stains on the sword were brushed off, it still seemed to show the sharpness of that sword.

"", it's really... a good sword!"

His hand lightly stroked the blade of the sword, and when he touched it lightly, the skin of his body was cut open, and scarlet blood flowed along with it.

The sword of the person who used to be extremely frightened, the sword that once slashed at him, was in his hands.

And the owner of this sword

Kibutsuji Muzan's eyes fell on the grave he had blasted open.

The true owner of this sword has also been completely... dead with the passage of time.

and yourself

still exist in the world.

Those heroes who were once brilliant for a while, the geniuses who illuminated a world like the sun, eventually, under the passage of time, turned into a piece of loess.

Even if it is like Jiguoyuanyi, the living god and Buddha, it is still the same.

Raising his head, his eyes fell on the group (Zhao Qianzhao) star in the dark night sky. For him, the real enemy was never these lives that disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Although they once had a moment of extreme brilliance, but still, it was only for a moment.

These are not his enemies

but

sun.

His pursuit has always been truly bathed in the sun.

Only if he can bathe in the sun, he is the most perfect life in this world.

As for everything else

The so-called succession of the country

The so-called ghost squad

But it is a short life or organization that can dissipate at any time with the passage of time.

nothing lasts forever

only he can