Demon Slayer: I can create my own breathing

"Let me see what kind of monster you are." The red lotus-like flame in Yuan Cangtai's eyes was boiling hot.

The next moment, he disappeared from the field of vision.

The white smoke around him collapsed like snowflakes falling in the air.

And at this moment, the pupils of Wu Miao didn't have time to contract, and five explosions swept through the white eyes, which was proof that the sound of the knife broke through the speed of sound!

The whipped whip in the wind was wailing, it was the howl that was cut down after the rapidity!

A fiery red figure stood next to Wu Miao, with a pair of eyes with the purest color of flame, and white steam erupted from his nostrils, evaporating all the snowflakes that fell on his body.

Gen Cangtai once again took the initiative to enter the state of fire breathing, in this state, the cells in his body seemed to breathe, the power flowed through his body like lava, and his body temperature rose to a terrifying level for humans.

And unlike last time, this time Yuan Cangtai is very soberly in control of this power.

There is no other reason, this time he is more powerful than the last time, and the ice lotus at the dantian is constantly rotating to prevent his master from dying under this tyrannical flame.

At this moment, Yuan Cangtai polished his knife posture to the extreme, and drew a circle of several meters around the body without misery!

At this moment, all the cuts outside the circle fell to the ground in unison, melting the surrounding snowdrifts.

Wu Miao did not dodge the fatal arc of the knife, and the blade cut into Wu Miao's body, without an unexpected sense of obstruction, but after the blade slashed, Wu Miao's flesh and blood surged a few times and immediately returned to its original state.

Wu Miao, who ate Yuan Cangtai's knife, did not have much damage on his body, and after countless years of experiments and the growth of his strength, Wu Miao had already reached the terrifying ability that could be restored instantly.

Even though he felt pain that he hadn't felt for more than ten years, these injuries were still like ants crawling to him.

But a terror crept up in his heart, a destructive flame that reminded him of the encounter five hundred years ago.

The face of no misery began to change constantly, hundreds of years!

He hadn't met such a terrifying swordsman again in hundreds of years, so long that he had forgotten the fear that had been passed down from the depths of his cells as it divided.

And at this moment, the misery has already retreated.

He looked up at the clouds to the east and saw that a ray of light was about to break through the gray fog and head straight into the sky.

"That's right! The sun is coming out soon, it's not that I can't take this little ghost! I still have subordinates who can do this for me, so what if he lives first. Wu

Miao made up his mind in his heart, it was not that he was afraid of Yuan Cangtai's strength, but that he was the king of ten thousand ghosts, and some of his subordinates could cut off the head of this little ghost for him, so why should he take the risk himself.

What's more... This time the experiment was not completed, but...

Glancing at the frozen blood on the ground, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of Wumiao's mouth.

I wonder how this teenager will choose, will he behead her in front of their family?

This should be a very interesting story, right?

It's a pity that there is no time to listen.

But some people didn't think so, and Yuan Cangtai, who retreated with one blow, stood in place and didn't move.

It's not because he retreats when he sees the tragic and difficult to kill.

Rather, he seemed to feel something in this knife, the beating of his ethereal heart, and the faint itching sensation in his chest, as if something was about to come out.

And in the place where Yuan Cangtai couldn't see, with the roar of his heart like a war drum, a trace of strange lines appeared on his chest, like a peerless Danqing painter drawing patterns.

A demonic lotus flower appeared on Yuan Cangtai's chest, each petal was made of a different color, and in the middle of the lotus, a spark like lava occupied it.

And as the temperature of Yuan Cangtai's body rose, the pattern spread to Yuan Cangtai's whole body, and a lotus-like fiery red pattern also appeared on his forehead, which looked particularly dazzling.

Yuan Cangtai closed his eyes gently, feeling the change in the strength of his body, as if something different had happened, he felt a vigorous force flowing in his veins.

It seems that instead of blood, there is a lava-like power of destruction flowing through his body.

His pupils turned fiery red at the moment, like the mythical Earth Zhurong Ancestor.

And seeing that Yuan Cangtai was so miserable, he couldn't help frowning.

"This breath, this power... Could it be that there is another role like Ji Guoyuan?

Wu Miao stared at the strange lines on Yuan Cangtai's head, flustered, nervous, and all kinds of complex emotions instantly filled his entire thoughts.

For hundreds of years, in his long life, he had not seen a swordsman who could open the markings for more than three hundred years, could it be said that Yuan Cangtai was the son of destiny of this generation?

Everywhere in my body began to tremble uncomfortably, and I remembered the nightmare of that day.

And Gen Cangtai has already adapted to the changes in his body at this time, although he doesn't know the name of the markings, but he knows that his body seems to have undergone great changes.

Even this state is more powerful than the normal breathing method!

Gen Cangtai reached out and pressed the handle of the knife, and at this moment, white smoke filled around the place where he was standing, and the violent temperature melted the surrounding snowflakes.

The breath of fire fused into the realm created by Yuan Cangtai, and at this moment, the world in Yuan Cangtai's eyes seemed to be still, and the rising mist seemed to be still in the air, allowing him to easily feel the temperature in it.

It can't be put off any longer.

This is Yuan Cangtai's only thought now, whether it is the initial hybrid realm, or the peerless sword after inducing the heavenly thunder, it has consumed a lot of his physical strength, after all, he is not facing ordinary evil ghosts.

He didn't dare to use those ordinary moves of Water Breath and Speed Breath at all, for fear that Wu Miao would find a few opportunities to seriously injure him with one blow.

What's more, the breath of fire is the type that consumes physical strength, and he didn't feel so long-lasting when he turned on the markings state for the first time.

At this moment, Yuan Cangtai mobilized all his strength to this blow, and he was ready to give Wu Miao a fatal blow with this knife, taking advantage of his current state to not fall significantly.

Deliver the fastest and most lethal slash.

After all...... Yuan Cangtai glanced at the clouds that shone slightly.

The advantage is in his place.

As long as he can drag it until the sun rises, so that Wu Miao does not dare to really fight him, this encounter will be regarded as his victory!

The breath of fire, the burning of ice

, and the red flames flickered on the Nichiren sword, and the fire dragon, which symbolized extreme temperature, reappeared.

"Well, I'd like to see if you're really immortal!"