Demon Slayer: I will play the ancestor of the Flame Pillar

The cold laughter continued.

"Look, although the arm did not regenerate, I laughed to the end, and I still have strength to spare!"

Jifu Taro looked at Makijuro with some intoxication.

"Do you know what the most essential difference between you humans and ghosts is?"

Makijuro silently adjusted his breathing to prevent the spread of the poison, and did not respond.

"What a boring man, the answer is vitality."

"Your attack is very good, and the wound cut by the red knife is also very painful, and it can't regenerate yet."

Raising his broken right hand, Jifu Taro continued.

"But I can still fight. My life is more noble than yours. The influence of the red knife will disappear soon."

"I am intact, and you are about to die."

Jifu Taro kept approaching, and came to Makijuro who was hanging in the air.

"In this state, I am often not very rational, and I prefer to rely on instinct to do things."

The mad beast hooked the bone sickle in his left hand under Makijuro's chin, and the tip penetrated his skin.

"Now you should tell me where my sister Daki is."

"If she didn't stop you, believe me, you would never want to experience the next pain before you die."

"Don't you think you have the last laugh?"

Rengoku Makijuro finally responded, squinting his eyes, panting and whispering.

Jifu Taro widened his eyes, the meridians on the bone sickle tightened, and he was angered by Makijuro's attitude.

He couldn't understand how a dying person had the confidence to speak to him like this.

Whoosh!

There was a sound of breaking air in the air, something was approaching at a very fast speed.

Here it comes!

Makijuro's eyes suddenly lit up again.

Jifu Taro just smiled grimly, his action seemed arrogant, but it was not reckless.

Even if there was another person, could you still kill me in one second?

Although his emotions fluctuated greatly in the blood beast state, his instincts were also terrifyingly strong and sharp.

This feeling of personally crushing other people's hopes made Jifu Taro feel so good that he climaxed right there!

"Actually, I've been waiting for you!"

Crack, crack.

The waist of the blood beast made a teeth-grinding sound.

Jifu Taro's upper body twisted 180 degrees, and he turned from the front to the back in an instant.

"Go to hell obediently!"

The bone sickle was hooked, and the bloody slash instantly met the flying object.

"Super perception·Concentration, release!"

The clear voice spread throughout the field.

The grim smile froze on Jifu Taro's face for a moment. He tried his best to control his body and tried to stop this full-strength attack.

But the blood blade was too fast, too fast, and there was no time to retract it. The bone sickle mercilessly tore the attacking object apart.

"Ah!"

A sharp female voice sounded,

Shock, fear, regret...

Jifu Taro's expression changed again and again in a short period of time, and finally turned into a roar of grief and anger.

"Sister!"

The attacking person was not an enemy at all, but what the bone sickle just cut off was clearly the head of Daki!

Whoosh!

Behind the evil ghost, the black-robed death god has arrived.

The moment Daki's head was thrown as bait, Lin Heng's stripes were fully opened.

Using super perception and convergence to cover Daki as bait to attract Jifu Taro's attention, Lin Heng's body used the unknown fire to burst and instantly rushed to Shinjuro.

Clang——!

Slightly lowering his body, the Sun Blade worn on his waist was unsheathed slowly but quickly.

The red-gold glow burst out in an instant, illuminating the entire night.

In Makijuro's eyes, Lin Heng casually drew a sun at this moment!

"Breathing of flames, my style, second form, rising flames."

"No, it's bad."

Jifutaro desperately twisted his body, trying to repeat the trick.

However, the fatal and gorgeous flames had already bloomed.

From bottom to top, an arc-shaped golden slash instantly picked up his head.

Snap.

Jifutaro's body fell forward weakly, and his head just fell next to the head of Dakimie, which was cut into two sections by the bone sickle.

Dakimie, who was tossed unconscious by the fiery red sword, rolled her eyes and murmured unconsciously.

"Brother, brother..."

"Sister, please don't, don't die, sister..."

Gifutaro's messy green hair quickly turned into ashes, but he was powerless. He could only tremble his mouth and watch Daki disappear before him.

"Purgatory, the Flame Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps."

Gifutaro's voice gradually faded away as he stared at Makijuro with red eyes.

The last curse of the ghost life was issued.

"One day, you will regret this..."

A tear fell, and the ghost brother and sister completely perished.

Lin Heng watched this scene calmly. Their life experience was indeed pitiful, but the evil deeds they had committed were too numerous to list.

All Lin Heng could do was to send them to hell to reunite together. Lin Heng would not be soft-hearted to the evil ghosts.

After all, no matter how the comics described it, it could not be as cruel and shocking as Lin Heng's personal experience.

Since the night of the evil feast in the cave, Lin Heng clearly realized that any mercy when killing ghosts was unfair to the innocent humans who died in their hands.

Lin Heng sheathed the sword gracefully and turned to look at Makijuro in the air.

"How are you, can you still hold on? I've already notified the Demon Slayer Corps, and the medical staff will be here soon."

"Ahem, fortunately, thanks to your detoxification pills, I can barely hold on."

After a pause, Makijuro smiled bitterly.

"I went too far this time. The gap between me and the upper ranks cannot be made up by changing the breathing method. I should stop after I have achieved specialized breathing."

Lin Heng shook his head and tapped Makijuro in the air a few times.

"You also know that for a demon hunter, the only goal is to chop off his head. Whether it's a sneak attack or a multi-on-one, no matter what means are used, victory is achieved when the goal is achieved."

Makijuro smiled, lowered his head and listened patiently to Lin Heng's scolding. This feeling is very strange.

Since Ruka's death, no one can share the pressure with him, let alone from the perspective of an elder.

"When you comprehend the specialized breathing, the best solution for this battle is for me to take action and you to cover."

Lin Heng's expression was a little strange.

After hearing the reprimand, Makijuro was even very pleased with his super-sensing ability. Could it be that he had developed some other attributes?

Shaking his head, Lin Heng threw away those chilling scenes and continued to educate.

"Although I fought hard in the end and the opponent was slightly injured, the price was too painful."

While speaking, Lin Heng used his fingers to make a fingertip universe.

"You know, you would have died just a little bit away."

Makijuro said after a moment of silence.

"At that time, I had already walked out of my own path, but I would not be willing to fight with the upper strings with all my strength."

"... It's up to you. Although the best solution is that, I don't hate your behavior."

Patting Makijuro on the shoulder, Lin Heng's words came from the heart.

"You are a human being. No one can guarantee that you can make the absolutely correct choice. But men must bear the corresponding consequences."

At this point, both of them were silent for a while. Makijuro did not continue to speak. He lowered his head and wondered what he was thinking.

"Gu, Gugu."

The long-lost owl cry broke the silence.

"It seems that the rescue of the Demon Slayer Corps is coming soon. I can finally leave with peace of mind."

Gugu fell on Lin Heng's shoulder. He waved his hand, and then the man and the bird gradually walked away.

"Well, see you next time."

At this time, Makijuro's dull voice sounded from behind.

"Xiaozu, are you leaving now? Don't you plan to meet the Demon Slayer Corps of this era?"

Lin Heng paused, but did not look back.

I have done enough during this period of time. Let's get in touch after the main line starts. Although I don't know if there is still a main line with him, this butterfly.

"Wait a minute, Xiaozu, there is one more thing..."

Makijuro lowered his head and looked at the Sun Blade below, a little embarrassed, and organized his words.

Lin Heng was so considerate that he immediately understood his concerns.

"Oh, the special breathing is actually not a secret. Even if you don't tell me, there are people in the Demon Slayer Corps who know it. It's just that you were too decadent during that time and didn't understand it."

Makijuro lowered his head in shame.

"As for the red sword, since I told you everything, of course you can tell it to the Demon Slayer Corps, otherwise you will be very entangled."

"Xiaozu... Rengoku Makijuro, thank you very much..."

Rengoku Makijuro didn't tell Lin Heng the secrets of the Demon Slayer Corps, and he had to pass on the red sword he got from Xiaozu to others. He really felt bad.

"Okay, okay, there's no need to tell me so much, the Demon Slayer Corps will also go to see it."

Lin Heng thought about it for a while, then said.

"Maybe soon, Makijuro, maybe I'll need your help then..."

This time, Lin Heng waved his hand, and then walked out of Makijuro's sight without looking back.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but a sigh drifted into Makijuro's ears.

"Give me some time to think..."