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

The train under my feet has a big problem, and it looks very panicked, and I don't even want to act...

All the pillars are clearly aware of this.

Friends who often take trains know that no means of transportation will "clang clang" and make themselves run away when it is not necessary.

So the train under my feet, which is already shaking and about to fall apart, but is still accelerating, is obviously not normal.

Several experienced pillars exchanged glances in turn, and all came to a conclusion in their hearts.

Most likely, this whole train is full of ghosts.

Now even the most irritable and impulsive Fuzukawa Shiya sat down honestly and waited patiently.

They kept silent in tacit agreement, avoiding alerting the enemy, and calmly waited for the opponent's next move.

This was not out of arrogance, but if the opponent could really wipe out all the people on the train, then the Demon Slayer Corps would not have to do anything.

It would be more practical to just disband honestly and go home to farm.

In the strange silence, even Tanjiro and Zenitsu realized that something was wrong and sat down.

Only Zhuzhu was still having a blast.

The mountain boy with a mask had never seen such a scene before, and he ran happily all over the carriage.

He stomped his feet vigorously, shaking the whole train, and shouted loudly.

"Can you go faster, faster, speed up for me, Lord of the Land."

In the midst of everyone's frown, the infinite train under their feet actually sped up a bit.

Closer, very closer...

Sensing that the stupid little ghost in his stomach was still moving and jumping around, Nightmare could only swallow the humiliation silently.

Today's shame will be returned a hundredfold!

In the invisible periphery of the train, circles of flesh and blood spread rapidly and silently.

The tentacles firmly fixed each carriage, and the excess parts were hanging outside waiting for an opportunity to move.

Nightmare kept burning himself, secretly swearing in his heart.

"As long as we reach the ambush circle, when the time comes, these people will die!"

The white snake in Iguro Xiaoban's arms spit out its tongue, and Tanjiro, who has a sensitive sense of smell, and Zenitsu, who has a sensitive hearing, also raised their heads alertly and pressed down the Sun Wheel Sword.

Kocho Shinobu looked at Lin Heng, who closed his eyes to rest.

"How long?"

Lin Heng's expression was indifferent, and his super perception was fully open.

In the valley not far away, a strong and evil breath of life rose undisguisedly, staring at him.

Lin Heng's eyes suddenly opened.

"Northwest, 750 meters, 26, charge for long-range attack, commit suicide after falling into illusion."

Clang——!

At the moment when he finished speaking, several Sun Wheel Swords were unsheathed almost at the same time.

The prepared people's positions were instantly dispersed.

Fuzugawa Shima and Kyojuro took the lead and rushed forward.

A light blue wind blade appeared under Shima's feet, and he went straight to the main driver's cabin.

Kyojuro slowed down, fell behind by one body, and chose to deal with the carriage with people first.

Two figures, one blue and one purple, flashed by, and Tomioka Giyu and Kocho Shinobu arrived at the passenger carriage in the back section together.

The middle-aged uncle standing at the junction smiled heroically with a wine gourd in his hand, and waved the Sun Wheel Sword high in his hand.

"Then the two of you, I'll leave everything to you."

The next moment, a tiger roared, the hook broke, and the huge infinite train was broken in the middle.

Endless waves surged from the broken car interface, and the tentacles firmly protected the gap.

Giyuu stood in the center with an expressionless face, maintaining the posture of "Nagi" without moving.

Behind him, the feathers fluttered, and the ninja passed by like a dreamy butterfly, and the poisonous Nichirin sword stabbed the remaining flesh and blood of Kizuki in succession.

Insect breathing, butterfly dance, teasing.

"Damn it! Don't even think about escaping!"

All this happened too suddenly.

The moment he sensed the movements of the crowd, Nightmare had already lost control of half of his body.

Seeing that the matter was exposed, he could no longer think about when his perfect acting skills had leaked a flaw.

Nightmare instantly tore his face, and the flesh and blood tentacles shattered the windows and rushed towards the crowd.

"Stay here obediently, no one wants to run."

Countless eyes of all sizes emerged on the torso, covering a wide area, forcing everyone to look at each other.

"Blood Demon Art·Forced Sleep·Eye."

The invisible nightmare attacked the carriage, and everyone inevitably fell into a forced sleep.

The nightmare looked happy, and the tentacles continued to move, entwining fiercely.

To everyone.

"Don't use such disgusting things on Ganlu Temple!"

Iguro Obanai roared, his eyes trembling slowly because of extreme anger.

"Snake Breath, Wu Xing, a long winding snake."

Obanei swung the purple Sun Wheel Sword in his hand strangely, and sent out a slashing path like a snake, cleaning up all the attacking tentacles in one breath,

Then his figure flashed, and he supported Ganlu Temple Mitsuri who had just succeeded in committing suicide, and protected her firmly behind him.

It's really a ghost!

Nightmare's eyes widened suddenly.

Although someone has revealed the solution, how cruel is this person to himself?

He said he would commit suicide, and he didn't even immerse himself in the dream for a moment.

Although he was surprised, he smiled confidently the next moment.

"Do you think that's all? No, my role is just to delay."

If Nightmare still has a physical body now, he must be posing in the same posture as a noble and famous person.

"It's almost time, shoot!"

Not far to the northwest, a surging black cloud of malice pressed towards the broken Infinite Train that was within range.

The twenty-six He-ers finished their power accumulation at this moment, and the colorful feathers rose from their bodies and then sank into the sky.

The air was rubbed to produce sparks, and countless feathers swayed with the light of death and locked onto the carriage locked by the nightmare.

Amid the devil's extremely rampant laughter.

Someone in the carriage stood up and slowly drew out the red gold sun blade at his waist.

"Breathing of flames, my flow, the form of freedom, rising up, the vortex of the rising flame."

(The joint operations of the pillars, it would be great if there were a circle of people around the eldest brother on the Infinite Train)