Shura on the pillar of the blade of ghost slayer

Chapter 146 Sweet Dream or Painful Reality?
Li Qingming was a little confused, he remembered that the spiritual core should be a transparent ball, why is his own so unique?
Just looking at the bright red Hell Shura, the surrounding ghosts started to move, making unbearable ghost screams, and surrounded Hell Shura.

Seeing this, Li Qingming quickly took two steps back, not knowing what happened.

Hell Shura, who was originally like a statue, suddenly opened his eyes, a bright red light flashed, and he swung the army-breaking sword in his hand to fight with the resentful soul like a hurricane.

With a violent blow, more than a dozen resentful souls were killed in an instant.

Hell Shura grabbed the other palm of the void, and actually grabbed five or six resentful souls between his fingers, stuffed them into his mouth and began to chew.

The resentful soul wailed, made a rattling sound, and was swallowed by Hell Shura in a short while.

He is eating resentful souls!

This is too violent!

Seeing this scene, Li Qingming was shocked.

You know, what is in front of him is not just some hell Shura, but also his own spiritual core.

It's fine if the spiritual core has its own consciousness, but it's a bit scary to be able to eat resentful souls.

Li Qingming even suspected that he didn't have any so-called spiritual cleanliness because he had such a strong spiritual core.

At this moment, the resentful soul suddenly changed its formation, turning into a sharp sword and piercing Hell Shura at an extremely fast speed.

Hell Shura raised his sword to block it, but the huge sword condensed by the resentful soul suddenly spread out, and a small sword pierced Hell Shura's heart, and he was about to be unable to dodge.

In the blink of an eye, Li Qingming stepped forward with one step, drew his saber in the air, and cut the sword of resentful soul into several sections.

Ming Dao Zan Soul has some powerful lethality against resentful souls.

An attack failed, and the resentful souls quickly spread around, and returned to flying around Hell Shura.

At this moment, Li Qingming felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

He looked sideways, and saw a bright red demon claw grabbing towards him.

He flashed sideways immediately.

Immediately afterwards, the Broken Army Long Saber slashed down from above his head!

Li Qingming felt strange and shouted loudly, "Are you crazy? We are in the same group!"

But Hell Shura's eyes were red, and he didn't seem to hear Li Qingming's words.

The army-breaking long sword was like a mountain pressing down on the top, Li Qingming was able to lift the sword to resist, but the moment the blade touched, Li Qingming was crushed to the ground by the huge pressure.

No, if this continues, I may die!
Gotta get out of here!

With a thought, Li Qingming woke up suddenly from the bed. His clothes were soaked in sweat, and he gasped heavily, "Damn it, I didn't let the bad guys kill me, I almost got killed by my own spiritual core..."

He noticed that there was a rope tied to his wrist, and looking along the rope, there was a sleepy teenager falling underneath.

It was the frightened incoherent man in his mental space.

I don't know if there is something wrong with my mind when I wake up.

He jumped out of bed and found that the other four people, including Purgatory Xingshourou, were still asleep. Each of them had a rope tied around their wrist, and the other end was connected to a teenager or girl.

He is still very relieved of these four people. Their spiritual will is very firm and weird, and ordinary people cannot hurt them.

Li Qingming climbed onto the roof of the car except for the box.

The locomotive was smoking, and the old man was dragged by the wind.

The wind whistled, making the clothes rattle.

The seventh sense was fully activated, and the whole train exuded a strong aura of cursed evil spirits, and the oncoming wind had the strongest aura.

One of the bottom strings is near the front of the car!

Li Qingming waved his hand, and the Three-Eyed Crow swooped down with a stream of red light, which turned into a long knife and fell into his hand.

He took a step forward and proceeded cautiously towards the front of the car.

Suddenly, he saw a tall and slender figure standing on the roof of the car.

The opponent stood with his hands behind his back, facing the direction of the front of the car, as if he was feeling the wind on the roof.

Sensing Li Qingming's arrival, the other party turned around slowly, and smiled evilly, "Woke up so soon? What. Are you dissatisfied with the sweet dream I prepared for you?"

One of the lower strings has black hair, scarlet hair tips, and water-blue pupils. The word "Xia Xian" is written on the right eye, and the word "Xia Xian" is written on the left eye.

He has a beautiful face and an excited expression, as if he is in a kind of soaring pleasure.

Wearing a black tuxedo and white striped trousers, he looks like a deacon at first glance.

One of the last strings Nightmare!

Li Qingming looked at the other party coldly, and then said with a sneer, "It's really unpleasant to be peeped into your memory."

"Ah," Nightmare cupped her fists and said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, but my technique can't be used without prying into memory."

"You self-proclaimed guy is really disgusting."

Turning his wrist, Li Qingming turned the blade towards Nightmare.

"I'm not conceited. There are many people begging me to give them dreams. It's better to die in a beautiful dream than to live in a painful reality, isn't it?"

As he said that, Nightmare danced intoxicatedly, opening his arms like a happy butterfly.

"Don't be stupid, a dream is always a dream, and there will always be a day when you wake up. A living person still has to realize his dream through his own efforts, instead of waiting for the favor of the dream!"

After finishing speaking, Li Qingming rushed up with a knife, and the sharp blade looked at Nightmare at an extremely fast speed.

Facing the blade, Nightmare did not dodge, but stretched out his right hand, opened an ugly mouth on the back of his hand, and uttered a series of words similar to Sanskrit.

Blood Ghost Art · Whispers of Forced Drowsiness and Hypnosis!
Li Qingming's body froze, and he suddenly found himself at the dinner table where he had just had dinner with his parents.

He immediately realized that he had forced himself into a dream, but in reality, his body was still fighting!

Seeing Li Qingming's nervous expression, his mother hurriedly came up to him and asked, "Xiao Ming, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong?"

My father also came over worried, "Mom and Dad will take you to the hospital right now."

Li Qingming turned his ears off completely, wondering how to quickly return to reality.

He heard that in the original novel, Tanjiro used the method of killing himself to exit the dream. He summoned a black long knife and pressed it on his neck.

But his parents suddenly held down his arms.

The mother cried anxiously, "Xiao Ming, what are you doing? Don't scare mom!"

"Xiao Ming, don't be impulsive, calm down!" My father also shouted from the side.

Li Qingming struggled, a little out of breath, "Don't stop me!"

In an instant, a bright red Hell Shura appeared in his mind, and the army-breaking sword came down like a mountain crushing the top.

The next moment, Li Qingming's consciousness returned to reality.

A spike made of flesh and blood was stabbing at his vitals!
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(End of this chapter)