A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 435 Chapter 428. Winding One

Several people looked nervously at Yiwo Zuo, who was frozen in place and motionless.

He stared with bated breath, only the sound of his heart beating around him.

Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Tanjiro all tightened their grip on the handle of the sword.

They knew that Mr. Purgatory should have no energy left at this moment.

The morning glow has already penetrated the clouds, and it seems that it will shine on this ghost in the next moment.

If this ghost can still move, then the moment the fight begins, it may determine their life or death.

There is no other choice but to fight hard.

No matter what, get through it.

But what puzzled them all was... Yiwo Zuo still didn't make any move.

He froze on the spot, tears pouring out of his eyes.

The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and even though the sun has not completely penetrated the clouds, the burning sensation it brings can already make the ghost feel the sting of desire.

But Yi Wo Zuo still stood there.

There was no escape or counterattack, as if he had lost the ability to think.

"Is it because your head was destroyed just now?"

Tanjiro and others watched this scene with joy.

For thousands of years, no ghost has ever broken through the 'boundaries' of ghosts, except for Tsuji Muzan.

So they thought that the powerful winding ghost in front of them might have fallen into a short-term sluggish state because of a severe head injury. After all, this was a 'boundary' beyond common sense. How could it be without any cost?

However, this is not the case at all.

The reason why Yiwozao fell into sluggishness was because countless memories began to emerge.

Those forgotten figures and those unfamiliar memories caused his thinking to fall into chaos.

"Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?"

Such questions kept flashing in Yiwozuo's mind.

He even began to doubt who he really was.

He didn't understand why he was crying, but for some reason, he felt that he had forgotten something particularly important.

"Why...can't you remember?"

"What is it? Who is it?"

"ah!!!!!!!!!!"

A painful scream came from Yiwozuo's mouth.

He squatted on the ground holding his head, struggling desperately, looking like he was struggling due to the burning of the sun.

But in fact, he didn't feel the stinging pain on his back at all now, and he didn't even know that the sun had risen.

He struggled only because of a headache.

There seemed to be a shackles in his mind, sealing his important things in the deepest part of his consciousness.

He kept scratching his head, as if he wanted to tear off the things that bound him. His nails dug into the flesh, and the blood that spilled instantly dissipated under the light.

"This is……"

Tanjiro's nose twitched.

He didn't know why, but he suddenly smelled sadness from this ghost.

An overwhelming sadness, an oppressive despair.

This ghost was struggling desperately and was not attacking them. It would soon dissipate due to the sunlight.

Black spots like burning fire kept appearing on Yiwozuo's body.

Even a ghost as powerful as him cannot last long in the face of the scorching sun, and he will soon die.

Yiwozuo felt that his wrist still felt like someone was holding it. It was an extremely warm and familiar feeling. This feeling even calmed the pain of the sun and the chaotic thoughts.

Tears were still flowing. He stopped struggling and looked at his hands with dull eyes, his wrists to be precise.

His hands were already covered with countless blood.

who is it? Who would hold his hand without hesitation?

Still can't remember who this is.

At this moment, Yiwo Zuo could clearly feel the burning sensation on his back. He knew that there was probably no time for him to think because he was about to die.

Tanjiro stared blankly at the ghost that was about to be exposed to the sun.

The smell coming from this ghost made him a little confused.

As a swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps, he has killed a lot of ghosts, and there are very few ghosts who die without resentment.

The smell on this ghost was...reluctance, regret, anger, but no hatred.

Yiwozuo raised his arms to wipe away the tears on his face, like a teenager silently wiping away his tears after being bullied.

He was unwilling to accept his weakness and failed to protect something important; he regretted that he had no time and could not figure out what happened; he was angry at his incompetence and was unable to break free from the shackles that bound him. shackles.

But he didn't resent the humans in front of him because he lost.

"..."

Yiwozuo opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

However, a sudden cold voice interrupted his words.

"What's going on? Yiwozuo, why is he so embarrassed?"

Accompanying the sound was a slash that sent chills down the back.

Breath of the Moon·Sixteen Types·Moon Rainbow·Lonely Moon.

The moment the narrow and ferocious blade was swung down, the sky seemed to darken by half, and the moon seemed to briefly appear at this moment, blocking the rising sun.

Countless moon-like arcs of sword light flashed by, and countless giant wind blades falling from the sky instantly shattered the earth. Smoke, dust and boulders were lifted up, blocking the sunlight that was burning Yiwozuo.

"This is!?"

Everyone's nerves suddenly became tense.

A strong sense of oppression suddenly struck from behind.

The bodies of Tanjiro, Inosuke and Zenitsu seemed to be frozen in place, and they could only hear the heavy sound of figures walking slowly from the woods behind them on the ground.

They didn't even have the strength to look back.

He could only passively feel the approaching powerful aura.

There was sullenness in his breath, as if he was dissatisfied with Yiwozuo who was behaving in such a mess.

Three boys who don't know what they are called, and one pillar of the Demon Slayer Squad? Can you force the ghost of Shangxian into such a situation?

If that adult knew...

"snort."

A cold hum sounded from his ears.

Tanjiro held the Nichirin Sword tightly and kept shouting "move" in his heart, but his body seemed to be completely unable to move due to instinctive fear.

The same is true for Zenitsu and Inosuke beside him.

They could only watch the dark voice slowly pass by them.

The hum was mixed with disdain and doubt.

Disdainful of their weakness, wondering why Yu Yiwozuo was forced into such a situation.

"What is this ghost..."

The three of them had the same doubts in their hearts, but they couldn't even see the ghost's face.

The other party didn't bother to confront them at all.

If the knife just struck them, they would have gone to hell.

But their priority in this ghost eye is obviously not as high as saving Yiwo Zuo.

"Black Death Mou..."

Standing in the smoke and dust, Yiwozuo called out the name of the coming ghost.

The name of this ghost who has disappeared from human sight for countless years.

Black Death Mou, or Ji Guoyan Sheng.

He is the strongest demon among the Twelve Demons in the Moon, the demon closest to the Demon King Demon Dance Tsuji Muzan, and the older brother of Enichi Tsugoku, the strongest swordsman in the legend of the Demon Slayer Corps.

His power has not been understood by anyone for hundreds of years, and now it is finally revealed to mankind again.

"Black Death Mou..."

Cold sweat broke out on Xingshourou's forehead.

He had seen this name in his family history.

That is the name of one of the twelve ghost moons!

At this moment, he saw with his own eyes the face of this ghost that only existed in legends.

There is no emotion in the six ferocious pupils, and they only bring fear and oppression to people.

With her long black hair tied into a high ponytail and wearing a black and purple snake-print kimono, she looked like an ancient and majestic samurai.

The most incredible thing is that...his neck is covered with markings that only appear when human swordsmen reach their peak.

There is no doubt that this is a ghost that was once a powerful human swordsman.

When he was still a human, he was the strongest person at the top of the human race. Now that he has become a ghost, hundreds of years later... how strong will he be?

I don't know, but Xing Jurou clearly felt that this Usage One was not a creature of the same dimension as the Usage Three they had just defeated.

"Is there such a big difference between the first one and the third one?"

There was a trace of unwillingness in Anjuro's eyes, which had no strength to continue fighting.

He thought he was strong enough.

After receiving training from Mr. Xuan Hao, he broke through the limit again and was strong enough to fight alone against the ghost of winding that originally required the cooperation of multiple pillars.

And he just opened the legendary pattern and entered the 'transparent world' that no one has entered for hundreds of years.

If his physical strength is fully restored at this moment, he is confident that he can independently attack the Shangxian San who just fought with him.

But... facing Shang Yi in front of him, he felt a little desperate.

Not only Anjuro, Tanjiro and others on the side were equally desperate.

Just one Shangxian ghost who has just broken through the 'ghost limit' and now has no idea how strong he has become is enough to give them a headache, and now there is another existence that seems to be stronger!

How can this be fun?

Mr. Purgatory's physical strength was no longer able to fight against the Winding Ghost, let alone two of them.

And the three of them combined are not enough to scratch people's itch.

To put it simply... although the sun has risen at this moment, it is enough for these two winding ghosts to kill them countless times before the smoke dissipates.

"Why... why are you here?"

Yiwozuo frowned.

Why did Hei Shimo, who always stayed at home, suddenly appear here?

"All the ghosts on the lower string have been wiped out. It's almost dawn, but you haven't returned yet. So that adult was worried that something might happen, so he asked me to come and take a look."

Hei Shimo's voice was extremely cold, "Now it seems that he is right. Yiwozuo, are you ready to explain what you are going to do after you go back?"

"..."

Yiwozuo fell into silence.

It seems that he will not die for the time being.

But for some reason, he didn't feel happy or thankful in his heart.

"Then now..."

As he spoke, Hei Shimo turned around and looked directly at the humans in front of him.

The killing intent spread instantly.

"It's daybreak. Quickly clean up these people and go back."

"!!"

Fear appeared in the eyes of several people.

Looking at the ferocious ghost blade, the three teenagers couldn't even think of a single thought of resistance.

Only Anjuro, who stood in front of them, gritted his teeth and prepared to wave his sword to resist.

At this moment, he only had the severed Nichirin sword in his hand.

His physical strength had reached its limit, and it was impossible to block the blow no matter what, but he still swung the sword.

The ferocious ghost blade made of flesh and blood opened with heart-stopping pupils.

Staring at the human in front of him from top to bottom.

Hei Death Mou brandished the knife with an expressionless expression.

The four people in front of him had no chance of resisting his strike. With just one strike, he could send all these humans to hell.

"!?"

But something unexpected happened to Hei Shimo.

Just when the ghost blade in his hand was about to touch the broken Nichirin sword, the sound of a sword suddenly came from the distance.

The sound seemed far away, but Hei Shimo quickly changed the trajectory of his attack.

Because the speed of the knife is faster than the sound.

Breathing of Water·Twelve Forms·Lan.

Do you know the feeling of waves hitting your body at supersonic speeds?

Hei Shimo knew.

The moment the blade made contact, his expression changed.

The power roared in like an endless wave.

"Click——"

The Demon Blade broke.

Not only that, Hei Shimo's body was repulsed like a kite with its string broken. If Yiwozuo behind him hadn't reacted in time to help him stop his retreat, he would have directly broken through the smoke-shrouded field and been exposed to the sun.

"..."

Hei Shimo silently looked at the ghost blade in his hand.

Hundreds of years have passed, and during this period, no human has ever been able to cut off his blade.

No, not only that, at that moment, not only the blade was cut off, but the arm and the shoulder connected to the arm also collapsed in an instant due to the huge force. If he wasn't a ghost, he would probably have lost the strength to hold the sword by now.

"Is this...the target that the Lord is wary of?"

Looking at the old man who suddenly appeared in front of several teenagers, Hei Shimo's eyes showed a solemn look for the first time.

Yiwo Zuo behind was also stunned.

He actually didn't realize how strong this old guy was! ?

I originally thought that he was just an old guy with his feet half in the ground. He would get up to his waist without worrying about it, and his pigtails would be raised in a short time. He even disobeyed the adult's order and did not embarrass such an old man. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a secretive person. monster!

"Are you guys okay?"

Xuan Hao asked the people behind him calmly.

"No...it's okay..."

Tanjiro and others looked at the old man in front of them happily.

Now that this person has arrived, everything is no longer a problem.

Judging from the brief confrontation just now, they knew that the two ghosts in front of them combined would not be the opponent of the old man.

But... after successfully defeating the three demons of the underworld just now, can your physical strength still hold up?

"Um."

After confirming that everyone was fine, Xuan Hao looked at the two winding ghosts in front of him in silence.

He is thinking.

Cut it off with a knife? Not good...it will scare Wu Pei.

what can we do about it?

After the impact just now, most of the smoke and dust have dissipated.

Feeling the burn, Hei Shimo looked at the old man in front of him indifferently, and then looked at the already bright sky.

After a moment, he shook his head.

"Let's go."

After saying hello to Yi Wo Zuo behind him, Hei Shimo's figure flashed and disappeared instantly.

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