A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 414 407. Thousands of tempers

Xuan Hao's training method is extremely simple and crude. He only needs to stay alive for a while, and then continue to beat him after he is cured. Everyone is 'trained' to the limit first, and then uses 'dragon blood' to help them break through the limit.

"Mr. Xuanhao, I'm here!"

After all, the opponent was not a real enemy. Out of politeness, Purgatory Anjuro couldn't help but remind him.

The breath of fire, the type of one, Shiranui.

In an instant, the figure of Purgatory Anjuro shot out like an explosion of flames, aiming directly at the head of the person in front of him.

Anjuro showed no mercy at all, because he was not the first person to receive training. Tomioka Giyuu and others had personally experienced the power of this man. I heard that anyone who hesitated was beaten badly...

Soon, Anjuro understood why he couldn't hesitate, because he had no right to hesitate.

"Qiang——"

The trajectory of the blade rubbing against the fist was changed.

"so hard!"

Xingjulang's eyes were filled with shock.

This was the first time he had seen someone able to block a sword with his bare hands, and his slashes could not even break through the opponent's defense.

Such a tough body is simply scarier than a ghost!

"What kind of existence is this?"

Anjuro didn't have time to think, because the man's fist was already attacking him.

The sound of whistling through the air was like the roar of a ferocious beast. Anjuro wanted to avoid it, but found that his speed was too slow.

"Click——"

The fist struck his chest 'mercilessly', the sound of ribs breaking was heard, and Anjuro flew backwards.

"cough……"

Xingshou Lang got up from the ground with some difficulty as there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

After just one encounter, he realized what it meant to "swing a knife with determination to die."

At this moment, he had no doubt that as long as this man was willing to use a little more force, he could easily kill him.

Before Anjuro could adjust his posture again, the man's figure had appeared in front of him again.

From the moment he starts attacking, training begins in earnest.

But that’s right! Xingjuro endured the severe pain and adjusted his posture instantly. The battle between humans and ghosts should be like this. Once it starts, it will be non-stop. There will be no pity for the opponent because of weakness. There will be no time to breathe. Even if he is seriously injured, he will not stop. Keep fighting, stopping means death!

"Experience it well, Xingjuro, and experience the feeling of wandering between life and death. In this way... you can become stronger!"

Purgatory Anjuro continued to encourage himself. Although the smile on his face seemed a little twitching due to pain, he was still smiling.

Because this kind of training really makes his blood boil, he doesn't have to worry about dying, he just needs to constantly surpass himself!

The breath of inflammation, the second type, rises to the sky of inflammation.

Anjuro suddenly raised his head and stared at the man in front of him.

The Nichirin Sword in his hand was swung from bottom to top, trying with all his strength to force the figure in front of him back.

The blade made a whistling sound through the air and missed the target, but Xuan Hao in front of him was not forced back by his slash, but disappeared suddenly.

"later!"

Xing Jurou sensed the other party's intention by instinct without even thinking.

So he waved the blade in his hand and began to follow the original trajectory.

Type three, all things air and fire!

The steps under his feet were reversed, and the blade that was swung to its peak slashed down behind, just like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west accompanied by blazing flames.

"Nice reaction."

Xuan Hao praised lightly.

None of these trained pillars let him down. None of them would stop moving in fear of pain. Not only did they have talents beyond ordinary people, but they also had a will that ordinary people could not match.

The sounds of blows and broken bones continued to resound in the dojo.

"Thank you for your advice, sir!" He thanked him loudly, and then continued to attack, only to be knocked to the ground mercilessly.

Xingjuro climbed up again and again as if he was tireless. With each recovery from his injuries, he could clearly feel that he was slowly being reborn.

As time went by, Anjuro admired the man in front of him more and more.

Because this man's control over power has reached a frightening level. As his body continues to transform, this man's strength will increase little by little as he exercises. The opponent seems to be endless and endless, but he has reached reached the apex.

Like forged steel, it has been hammered and tempered to perfection. At this moment, Anjuro even felt that he had no room for further improvement.

When the training reached the final stage, Anjuro's eyes suddenly changed when he looked at the man in front of him, becoming a little incredible.

Drinking blood, tempering his body, and being reborn from the ashes. These familiar steps made him seem to realize the true identity of the man in front of him.

As the eldest son of the Purgatory family, Xingjuro certainly knew the ancient legends passed down by his family, but he didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to experience them personally.

Screams continued to be heard from the dojo, and Fengzhu and Yanzhu who were waiting outside were frightened.

"What a terrifying training method..." Mingyu Xingming sighed, "Xingshou Lang couldn't help but scream like this. No wonder even Yiyong is scared after training."

"But I clearly heard from Butterfly and Ganluji that they are not particularly strict..." Immortal Kawa Saneya whispered.

In the mansion next to the dojo.

Ubuyashiki Yōya sat on the corridor facing the courtyard.

At this moment, there was a panting crow lying in his arms.

"Thank you for your hard work, flying back in such a hurry..."

Ubuyashiki Yōya soothed the bird in his arms with a gentle tone, but there was a slight frown on his face.

Because the information passed back by this eagle crow is very urgent.

Almost all the swordsmen sent to conquer the ghosts at Nada Spider Mountain were wiped out.

There are so many ghosts that the swordsmen cannot fight against, and there is no other possibility except the 'Twelve Ghost Moons'.

The worst thing is... Mr. Xuanhao's disciple Tanjiro seems to be nearby, and he should have received the distress message from the swordsmen's crows by now.

"In this case... we can only send 'Pillar' to support, but..."

Uyashiki Yōya hesitated and asked his daughter beside him, "How is Mr. Xuanhao's training going?"

"Lord Flame Pillar is currently undergoing training. There are currently Wind Pillar and Rock Pillar waiting for training. The others should have completed their training." Uyashiki Kanata responded softly.

"Are Shinobu, Mitsuri and Giyu the first to receive training?" Ubuyashiki Yoshiya asked again.

"Yes, Father." The other side nodded lightly.

"Then let Shinobu and Giyu go to support."

Ubuyashiki Yōya thought for a moment.

He didn't know what kind of training Mr. Xuanhao gave the pillars, but it seemed that everyone would be tired for a long time after receiving training, so he could only send out the pillars that had completed the training earliest.

As for why these two people...because the relationship between these two people and Xuan Hao seems to be pretty good.

"Tell Shinobu and Giyuu to hurry up as much as possible and take good care of the young man named Tanjiro. Just say this is what Mr. Xuanhao meant."

"Understood."

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On the mountain road outside Natian Spider Mountain.

Zenitsu squatted on the ground alone, holding his legs, feeling hopeless in his entire life.

He felt that he should be disliked. After all, if they were partners under normal circumstances, the two people would not leave him here alone.

"How brave..."

Zenitsu looked at the mountain forest that exuded a terrifying aura.

He was a little envious of the courage of those two fools. Facing such a terrifying place, why can you be so fearless?

"Chirp!"

A sparrow kept chirping next to Zenitsu.

This is his messenger. Others are crows, but his is a sparrow.

"No matter how you look at it, you are looking down on me, right?"

Zenitsu lowered his head and looked at the sparrows chirping on the ground, feeling that he was so inferior.

"Chirp! Chirp!"

The sparrow jumped up and down on the ground angrily, trying to tell this useless guy to quickly follow his companions into the mountains to save the swordsmen in distress.

But in the end it discovered that its owner seemed unable to understand the birdsong.

It had no choice but to use strong methods. It flew to this guy's hand and pecked the back of his hand desperately. Then it flew to this guy's head and continued to pull the hair in the direction of the mountain.

"Hey hey hey! It hurts!"

Zenitsu screamed when he was pecked, feeling that the world was so unfair to him.

Why is he the only one who is so useless and cowardly that even a sparrow can bully him?

"Really! Other people's messengers can talk, why can you only chatter..."

He began to understand why he was assigned a sparrow as a messenger.

Maybe it's because they are all the same dabbler?

"It's true... We obviously have the same problem, but you still bully me! It's not cute at all..."

Zenitsu whispered.

"Sister Nezuko is still the cutest..."

"!?"

"That's right, Sister Nezuko!"

Zenitsu jumped up from the ground in an instant and ran towards the mountain.

Sure enough, the power of lsp is invincible. When he thinks of Nezuko's cute appearance, all fears and other things are left behind by Zenitsu.

"Asshole! Damn it! Idiot Tanjiro! He actually carried my lovely sister Nezuko to such a dangerous place! Just wait!"

On the other side, Tanjiro and Inosuke, who entered the mountains first, were already in trouble.

What they faced was not ghosts, but swordsmen controlled by ghosts.

The thin and imperceptible threads manipulated the bodies of these swordsmen at will like puppets and attacked them. Some of the swordsmen were still alive!

This made it difficult for the two of them to deal with it. After all, it was impossible to hurt their companions with their own knives.

"Assholes, these idiots! Don't you even know that killing each other is against team rules?" Inosuke cursed these swordsmen who were slashing indiscriminately.

"You have no right to criticize others..." Tanjiro was speechless.

Inosuke is not even a formal member of the team, he has never participated in the final selection, and even the Nichirin sword in his hand was picked up from nowhere.

"Don't mess around! Some of them are still alive!"

Tanjiro reminded Inosuke anxiously, he was afraid that this guy would be impulsive and just pick up the knife and chop him randomly.

"Then what should we do?" Inosuke was furious, "Then I will chop off their hands and feet!"

"Etc., etc!"

Tanjiro quickly grabbed the angry Inosuke.

He anxiously observed the situation around him, and soon with his excellent sense of smell, he smelled the strange and sweet smell emanating from these swordsmen.

He stepped forward with his sword and tentatively swung it towards the backs of the swordsmen.

"Boom——"

A crisp sound sounded like a string being broken.

Tanjiro finally saw the clues.

"It's the thread! These people are controlled by the thread! Inosuke, cut off the thread behind their backs!"

"Huh! I've noticed it a long time ago!"

Inosuke waved his swords unconvinced, leaping to cut off the threads connecting the swordsmen.

But not long after, new threads came to control these people again.

"Damn it, this will never end!"

Inosuke and Tanjiro were back to back.

The fleeting stench allowed Tanjiro to discover the source of these silk threads. The spiders densely surrounding them on the ground were constantly spinning silk threads.

"many!"

Tanjiro frowned. It was impossible to clean such small and dense spiders with a knife.

"Is it a vampire technique?"

Apart from vampire magic, he couldn't think of any other ability to control the spiders to spin silk to control human actions.

"But where is the ghost?"

"You are not allowed to disturb the peaceful life of our family."

A cold voice accompanied by a strong sense of oppression came from above.

The blood all over the ground dyed the moonlight a touch of scarlet.

The moonlight shone on the blood on the ground, and Tanjiro saw the shadow of a person reflected in the scarlet blood.

Looked up.

A boy dressed in white stands high in the air. Behind him is the endless night, and above his head is the Milky Way across the sky. The cunning white moon seems to rise slowly because of him. He is standing under the full moon, with the moonlight shining through. Hitting him made people feel a little weird.

"Suspended in mid-air!?"

Tanjiro looked at the boy high up in surprise, but he soon realized that the boy was stepping on the same silk thread that was difficult to see.

He frowned because this boy gave him a very dangerous feeling.

But after the boy finished speaking, he walked away along the thread as if nothing had happened, with no intention of coming down to tangle with them.

"Give up the struggle...anyway, you will die soon at the hands of my 'mother'."

Tanjiro watched the boy leave blankly, with cold sweat streaming from his forehead.

This boy was a ghost, and a very strong one at that. The strong stench made him extremely sure.

What troubled him the most was that there seemed to be more than one ghost in this mountain.

Because the boy mentioned ‘home’ and ‘mom’.

"What a terrible situation..."

Tanjiro gritted his teeth and cut off the threads connected to the swordsmen while thinking of a way to solve the trouble.

If this continues, their energy will be exhausted by these companions before they even fight the ghosts.

"Damn! Where are you going?"

But Inosuke, who was single-celled, obviously didn't think so much. He only saw a ghost appearing in front of him, so he jumped up with a knife to kill the ghost.

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