Demon Slayer: The Forest Pillar

"Gah! Gah! Moriki Shinichi has eliminated eleven evil spirits! Moriki Shinichi has eliminated eleven evil spirits!" The crow flapped its wings and landed nimbly on the arm of Rengoku Makijuro.

Hearing that Shinichi had eliminated eleven evil spirits, Makijuro's expression became a little solemn. You know, in the past, when they were cleaning up Fujiki Mountain, they could only catch two or three evil spirits that exceeded the standard at most. But this time, in six days and nights, Moriki Shinichi actually eliminated eleven evil spirits that exceeded the standard!

This shows two very serious problems. The first problem is that the evil spirits hidden on Fujiki Mountain are far beyond the expectations of the Demon Slayer Corps. If this continues, the harm caused by these evil spirits to the Demon Slayer Corps in the future will be incalculable.

The second problem is the safety of the final selection. For hundreds of years, the Demon Slayer Corps has always relied on the crows to detect the progress of the final selection, but they lack attention to the swordsmen who participate in the selection.

Makijuro thought for a moment, and finally gave a few words to the crow, and then the crow flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

A childish voice sounded behind Makijuro at this time, "Father, when can I join the Demon Slayer Corps?"

"It's not time yet, Kyojuro, what you have to do now is to catch that Shiba Inu and don't let it get close to me."

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"Hand Ghost! You bastard!! I won't let you go even if I go to hell!" An evil ghost cried out in his heart before dying, and his tone was full of resentful curses.

But the hand ghost was not moved at all. Staying alive was the most important thing. Otherwise, if he offended the evil star in front of him, he would go to hell. Going to hell himself or letting his colleagues go to hell was not a multiple-choice question, but a free-point question.

"Blood Demon Art: Life Absorption!" The green branches instantly penetrated the demon's head, and the powerful suction force drained the demon's vitality after a moment. He raised his hand to retract the branches. A breeze blew, and the demon's body immediately turned into ashes.

Shinichi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the power in his body. Killing demons in the past few days was not only for his trial, but also greatly improved Shinichi's own strength.

The power of vitality absorption was too strong. Every time he sucked those demons dry, Shinichi's strength would increase a little. The speed was too fast.

In seven nights, Shinichi's strength increased by four or five Karasuma (official combat power index).

Opening his eyes and looking at his palm, Shinichi found that he was slightly addicted to the feeling of such power enhancement. This was not a good sign. No matter how strong the power brought by the blood demon art was, it was still the power of the demon. Once he relied too much on it, Shinichi's goal of destroying Muzan would probably be difficult to achieve in his lifetime.

"After all, I can't rely too much on vitality absorption. Forest Breathing is my biggest trump card." Shinichi murmured.

Relying solely on the power of the demon, Shinichi's strength is about thirty-five Karasuma. With the addition of Forest Breathing, Shinichi's strength can exceed forty Karasuma. Even if all the trump cards are used and he is desperate, Shinichi's strength should be enough to match fifty Karasuma in a short period of time.

It can barely compete with the peak Lower Rank Four Winder Reel that he met before.

Of course, comparing Karasuma is just a comparison method that Shinichi uses for entertainment. In fact, even if there are really fifty Karasuma, they will not be the opponent of Winder Reel.

While Shinichi was thinking alone, the hand demon beside him watched in fear as the evil demon who was stronger than himself turned into ashes under Shinichi's feet.

"Sir, all the ghosts on Fujixi Mountain who have eaten more than ten people have been destroyed by you, and other slightly stronger ghosts have been destroyed by you. Congratulations on completing the goal. From now on, you are the strongest ghost in Fujixi Mountain, hehe." The hand ghost flattered and congratulated.

Shinichi retracted his palm, came back to his senses, looked at the hand ghost, his expression became a little playful, and said with a hint of meaning: "Really? Have all the powerful ghosts really been destroyed by me? I don't think so. It seems that there are still powerful ghosts that have not been killed."

The hand ghost was stunned for a moment. What? There are still? No way, it is a qualified ghost traitor. It is sure that it has betrayed all its colleagues. Where can there be strong ghosts?

The puzzled hand ghost was very confused, but soon it found that Shinichi's eyes were constantly looking at it. Suddenly, the hand ghost's smile froze. It's bad, it's coming for itself.

"Sir, this is not a joke."

Shinichi's stern face showed a rare smile, but this smile, which seemed extremely handsome to humans, was like the smile of a devil from hell in the eyes of the hand ghost. His smile was like the god of death waving at you.

"Hey, uglyGhost, I remember I told you at the beginning that my goal is to destroy all the evil ghosts on this mountain who are stronger than those who come here to train human swordsmen, right? But now, it seems that you are the only relatively powerful ghost left. What should I do? "Shinichi smiled and tilted his head to stare at the hand ghost.

The hand ghost was also in a dilemma at this time. His shit-green skin flashed with unhealthy light again and again, and he was yelling madly in his heart, what should he do?!

In terms of strength, during this period of time, the hand ghost who clearly saw how strong Shinichi was would not seek death and run away? Fujixi Mountain is so big, unless you can withstand the huge amount of wisteria flowers without being poisoned to death, you can run away.

It can't be beaten, and it can't run away. The hand ghost seems to have seen the devil of hell waving at it.

"Damn it!" The hand ghost cursed in his heart, but his actual tone was full of humility and pleading, "My lord! My lord! You can't do this to me, I have done exactly what you said, I don't want to die, sir, please have mercy, I beg you, I promise to be your most loyal slave in the future!"

With a snap, dozens of shit green arms fell to the ground at the same time, and the hand ghost at this time was extremely humble.

And Shinichi looked at the hand ghost, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Can you believe what a ghost says? You believe a ghost!

Shinichi didn't believe anything the hand ghost said at all, but there was one thing that satisfied the hand ghost. Shinichi didn't plan to kill the hand ghost for the time being. It would be a pity if such a useful "ghost rapist" was not used a few more times.

"Don't worry, ugly ghost, I promised you to spare your life and I will definitely do it, but how much life you leave is up to me."

The hand ghost widened his eyes, and before he had time to rejoice that he had escaped, Shinichi suddenly rushed in front of it, "Blood Demon Art·Life Absorption!!!"

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!! "

The inhumane wails of the hand ghost rang out on Fujixi Mountain.

(It's the Qixi Festival, and Mu Zi, who is alone, is so miserable. Please comfort me, urge me to update more and support poor Mu Zi, and use free gifts to ravage Mu Zi as much as you wantπ_π)