Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

The more tears she shed, the stronger she becomes.

Although I don't know much about Iguro-Hanai, Mitsuri is crying, crying!

So the two fought harder.

Go close to the body and plow the emerald sky far away.

"Snake/Breath of Love——!"

so fierce.

I stood on the crumbling Rashomon, seized the difficult opportunity they created, glanced, glanced—

Ghost Fang, who was forced to shrink his living space by the birth of the tree world, finally showed his flaws under my scanning inch by inch.

--Got you!

The small army cap in the suit fell off at some point, and the half-length hair still looked like a fluffy ponytail. The makeup tools that Mili bought were of surprisingly good quality. After being scratched by mud and water vapor, the makeup did not take off at all. Mark of.

The blade of the naginata flashed coldly.

Numerous wooden dragons and branches belonging to the ghost side gave up the attack from the snake love side, paved the way up layer by layer, and surrounded an area.

I'm afraid I can't see it.

Ah.

I evoked a contemptuous smile.

What, you thought you could fool me?

I didn't even bother to give a glance, I took a steady step, passed by the fast-moving sea of ​​trees, passed the bulge that was about to be concealed, and went straight to——

Those five wooden dragons!

Ban Tiangou unexpectedly had the guts this time, daring to hide his weaknesses from the public.

No wonder I searched all over the place at first and found nothing.

If it wasn't for rushing to rescue Snake Love, I would be desperate to open Tree Realm Arrival again, if it wasn't for Tree Realm Arrival in order to compete for territory and empathize with the distant wooden dragon.

It may take me a long time to find out.

The tree world is born, and wherever it goes, it is my eyes and ears.

Changes in the soil underground, vegetation on the ground, and even in the air—

Lin Feng sent a strange breath.

And from the energy absorbed by the wooden dragon, there was a weak ghostly aura that was different from all the summoned creatures present.

— Coward!

Shou Potian, who was deliberately pulled away, sensed that something was wrong, and intended to get rid of the two of them and approach me.

"Blood Ghost Art Thunder Kill!"

The sound of drums came heavily, and the whole world was shrouded in thunder and lightning, and the pressure on the two of Snake Love increased sharply.

Now is the time to race against time, there is no turning back, absolutely no turning back!

I left the two people's increasingly heavy panting behind me, moving forward, I can only move forward, going forward without hesitation——

Faster, faster!

Thunder, hurricane, sound waves, and the looming looming sky.

The trees on the ground rolled up and defended, blocking the thunderstorms from above for me. The scorched trees fell one after another, and I was left behind.

The thunder fire ignited the numerous forest leaves, and while running wildly, a vague sense of crisis emerged.

"Behind!" A strange yet familiar voice shouted and reminded.

The raids kept going, I didn't have time to think about it, and I instinctively turned sideways urgently——

"Thorn-"

The dull point of the gun grazed the suit jacket, leaving a long gash.

In the rear, Hate Guizang, who knew he had failed to hide his eyes, broke out of the tree burl where he was hiding, and once again swung his long/spear with a cry and stabbed at me: "Why do you have to press every step of the way!"

"Blood Ghost Art - Tears Spike!"

The cross-patterned spear thrust inherited from the ghost of mourning pierced through the layers of covered branches, and I was still in the air, unavoidable!

"Hold the knife, jump!"

Before the words were finished, I jumped up, spun, and kicked while supporting the handle of the big naginata almost at the same time!

The grinning ghost took a few steps back and staggered to a stand still.

Damn it, if this move came from the main body, this kick would be enough to knock him into the air!

I gritted my teeth, resolutely gave up head-to-head confrontation, and extended the distance again with the few remaining vines.

"Your body strength is not enough, Hua." This time I heard clearly, the voice was dull, as if through layers of obstacles, the voice was...

I followed the direction of memory and saw...

"...Triple Rashomon?" I looked at this Mudun that was originally only used as a defense in disbelief.

"Correct."

"Look down."

So I looked down and penetrated through layers of land. In the depths of countless layers, a familiar person raised his head and met my gaze.

My eyesight is surprisingly good in the dark. This man has black hair and blue eyes, light pink eyelashes, dark blue sinner tattoos on both wrists, and two fangs that belong to the "son of ghosts" are faintly visible between the opening and closing of his mouth.

"Komaji?" Is this...hell? !

"Good evening," he waved at me, wearing shackles, standing on the tip of the shattered sharp knife, "I just saw Fallen Princess come down."

He pointed to the ghost behind me, "Why don't you work harder and send him down?"

I turned over with a kite, perfectly avoided the thrust, and took the time to reply: "I want to—"

But even if you get rid of this ghost, how do you avoid the attacks of the five dragon heads and split the hard dragon head...

The only way to the battlefield of the two sides was blocked by the wooden dragon in the middle. The wooden escape I placed on the ground was powerful enough to last for a long time, which well restricted the movement of the five wooden dragons.

However, this does not mean that the five-headed wood dragon is indifferent to any creature within 66 feet.

If Yu Mao on the other side wants to rush to support, he must cross the attack line of the wood dragon.

If I want to cut off the coward on this side, I must also cross the wooden dragon's attack line.

How to do?He Dao?

Memories……

The only successful time, standing on the tip of the rolling waves, the sharp blade brushed across the sea, and the red sun wheel cut off the memory of the night...

——It's a grip that weighs as much as a thousand pounds.

But with only my current hands, how can I do it!

As time goes by bit by bit, the longer it drags on, the greater the loss of physical strength of the two people behind.

What should I do? Do I need to use it?

Burning the source of life again, is it useful?

"Are you trying to mess around again now, and want to work hard?" This opponent, who has been with me on both sides, has figured out my way, and his tone sounds very hateful, "Are you an idiot?"

"Ha——" I stepped on the fallen tree stump, borrowed my strength, turned three times, and stayed in the air, "Speak well, why are you scolding me?"

"You should think about how you pierced me in the first place." He made a gesture: "Profound meaning—"

"—Purgatory?" I stepped on the hideous face of the hated ghost who was stabbing with his head up, and jumped up again muttering——

"combustion?"

"No!" The easy-going voice began to panic, "Who brought you, and made you want to burn?"

"……?"if not?

"Think for yourself!" He seemed annoyed by my blank expression, "Didn't you let me see it at that time?"

what did I do?Have I...have I done this?

Just as he was thinking hard, on the other side of the wooden dragon, on the side of Mr. Yu Mao's battlefield, a fire suddenly lit up.

Reinforcements arrived.

Is it Mi Douzi's explosive blood?

No, where does her vampire technique have such a large range?Take a closer look, it's not just the wooden dragon side...

In every direction, there are fire lights!

I forcibly ate a head-on gust, rolled in the tyrannical air laminar flow, touched the updraft that was spinning into the sky with difficulty, and flew upside down into the sky.

The wandering girls and children with oil lamps and torches, tremblingly threw the lit firewood to this battlefield, to——

On the wooden dragon entangled in dog blood ghost art for a long time.

Below, Shou Potian and Hate Ghost dismissively said: "Human beings are all weak, just a single spark..."

I was struck by lightning for a moment.

Every spark thrown was weak, but every one was glowing.

I mean, in my contract with Fusangshen, it belongs to faith, no, to be more precise, it belongs to the light of personal will that does not believe in gods and only seeks to save itself.

The sparks of the stars flicker, twinkle, converge, and merge in the dark night, and with the rising of a bigger flame, they converge into one sentence:

"Destroy the devil!"

More and more sparks were thrown down, enough to ignite the leaves on the branches of the wooden dragon. The leaves, the trees, and the wooden dragon all burned.

The fire was slow, but steadily spreading.

Under the brighter and brighter firelight, more and more people joined in. Ragged wandering girls, dark-faced men, skinny children, people who were called "weak" by half-day dogs in this flower street, Holding charcoal fire, firewood, and the crimson flame belonging to Mi Douzi's blood ghost technique, they ignited the twisted wooden dragon that blocked the path they had to pass.

There is no healing at all. The resting sound column rushed to this side with the three teenagers.

"Breath of Sound, One Shape, Boom!"

The huge explosion overwhelmed the thunder, and the barrier blocking the only way was suddenly opened.

Layers of cheers and cheers came.

I started falling upside down uncontrollably.

Yan Rong was still sleeping, and I began to try to actively touch faith without the guidance of Fusangshen.

No, that's not faith.

This is will.

——The will to slay the evil spirits.

Carrying the tinder that I keep throwing away, I will receive the wishes that I place on it one by one.

The will of the weak who were dismissed by the half-day dog ​​was like a spark, igniting the wooden dragon and my blade.

Tanjiro's ingenious combination of Kagura, the god of fire, and breath of water is constantly circulating below, and Mizuko's blood ghost technique ignites the thunder that falls from the sky. Kaze, in the end, assisted by Inosuke, Mr. Umo, entangled the remaining two dragons together.

On the edge, Yu Mao's three wives were scattered everywhere, and hidden weapons coated with wisteria flower poison came all over the place.

Farther away, countless, endless, and endless fires were scattered by the skinny hands.

The will of all people is gathering.

"I don't know what you want to do," the redemption man standing firmly on the tip of the knife in the bottom of hell smiled, and put on a punching posture, "I will help you with this one."

"Su Liu—" He lowered his shoulders to gather strength, clenched his fists in his chest, and shouted toward the world above, "One move!"

In the depths of the earth, this former enemy, now a comrade-in-arms, sent me the greatest assistance that could be given.

The upright and strong wind of the fist oscillated the invisible barriers layer by layer, passing through layer by layer, and finally struck the shattered Rashomon like a warhammer.

Boom-!

Drums beating!

The raging turbulence was completely dispersed by this blow.

Stabilizing my figure, I stepped on the flames that had already gathered and flew into the air.

The flame on the nape of the neck burned unprecedentedly vigorously, even scorching through the cold skin, emerging from the long dead body, burning, and spreading——

Climbing up behind the left ear, just like the vine grains of the past, the cheeks, the corners of the eyes, and finally stop at the corners of the forehead.

I am not a god, I am not a sun wheel, and I am not a photo of the sun.

I am one of the ordinary "weak people" and their representative.

They said: ghost, you will die if you cut it!

So I raised my flaming long knife——

In the depths of Ban Tiangou's frightened and trembling eyes, the ghost king Guiwu Tsuji, who was watching, hides and sees the nightmare that he has been unable to forget for thousands of years.

The girl, or the girl dressed as a boy, faced the ghost, raised the knife high above her shoulder.

'His' immature face that has not yet grown up, the entire half of the side face, the markings belonging to the flame are so familiar.

The wide blade of the naginata began to burn in the dark night, and the red flame heated up, heating up——

Orange-red, orange-yellow, and finally, it turned into dazzling white, scorching hot in the midday sun.

"His" eyes met the eyes of the dog for a long time.

"Do not……"

Under the penetrating world, the light red eyes without sadness or joy locked on the coward hidden in the depths.

"impossible……"

The wind of the knife tore through the air, and the flame came first before the blade fell.

The hard shell was burned through, seeing the inevitable pain of decapitation in the next second, the body of the half-day dog, which was as big as a mouse, held its head in both hands, and shouted in despair:

"Forgive me, forgive me, please forgive me!"

I laughed out loud.

"Half-day dog, you call yourself the weak, swallow the weak, and feel complacent."

Watching the hated ghost on the ground melt silently, the trembling ghost holding his head grew bigger, with flesh and blood growing and bones covered.

"Then why don't you try this, this blade that gathers the 'power of the weak' that you despise."

I "saw" it, this shivering coward was hiding in the heart of the hated ghost that had melted and regrowth in an instant.

But it's just—

sucker Punch!

The knife cut diagonally from the upper left neck.

Cervical spine, clavicle, heart!

"clang!"

The tiny neck and head were directly annihilated in the flames.

A knife!

The head of the hate ghost is in a different place, and the corpse of the cowardly ghost is separated.

The sun has returned to the world.

"It's fake." This cowardly ghost who has always believed that "everything except me is evil" has been living in a meager way, and at the end of the disappearance, there is only one unwilling sentence:

"This is... what kind of weak person..."