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

People don't hesitate to use the most sloppy thoughts to figure out the ghost dance Tsuji Wumi who does everything in order to survive.

However, Gui Wu Tsuji couldn't deny what kind of power a person can explode in order to let him die at this moment.

The light has come, but the ghost king who has nowhere to escape is still unwilling to sit still, and the flesh chunks gushes out from his cracked skin, grows, and swells.

In a blink of an eye, Roshan piled up into a giant baby-like monster, surrounded by layers of protected cores, intending to dig the ground to escape.

The rock pillar arrived waving his unique "sun wheel knife". On his well-trained arms, the gray-black rock texture appeared. As the muscles stretched, the meteor hammer and the broad ax shot out sparks with friction. Hit the giant baby.

"Bang!"

With the sound of the hammer falling heavily and the sound of the chain being pulled taut, there was a momentary pause in the trend of the merciless dive.

"Why?" Once again, the giant baby who was blocked once again screamed, struggling with hands and feet without any image, "I have never seen any gods and Buddhas with my own eyes in the past thousand years, even if I killed hundreds of them people……"

"Never suffered any divine punishment!"

"I've been forgiven a long time ago!"

—Nonsense!

[Nonsense! 】

In the distant sky, the crow sent a rebuttal from the owner of Ubuyashiki.

The protagonist of the ghost killing team, who has passed down the will of "never let go of those brutal ghosts who take the lives of those he cherishes" from generation to generation, and continues to carry forward the past, officially confronts his old enemy.

[In this dark millennium, no one has ever forgiven your crimes. 】

At this moment, all the noises were quieted down. On the huge battlefield, only the frail young man was left declaring word by word.

However, the opponent who was declared war did not even put on the most basic challenge posture.

【You, Ghost Dance Tsuji, trampled on the tiger's tail countless times, touched the flying dragon's reverse scale...】

A pair of hands appeared on the chain of the rock pillar, and they worked together to hold the giant baby who was still persistently digging into the ground.

【It was you who awakened those tigers and flying dragons that should have been sleeping. 】

In the distance, the pillars who were left behind by the unstable space movement took advantage of this gap to speed up.

[They will stare at you all the time, so that you will never have nowhere to escape. 】

Yes, how could I just let you escape like this!

Anger and pain are burning in panic, my body is no longer limited by the world and my hands are no longer limited by strength, I don't even need to deliberately focus on it, the wanjun grip has already dyed this blade of gods red!

Holding the He Dao, I accelerated towards the direction of Wuyou escape.

Passing over the members of the Demon Slayer Squad, past Tanjiro Kamado, past Yin and Kaze walking side by side, and rushing towards the tumbling flame haori at the forefront!

No matter how unwilling Wu Mi is, miracles are on the side of mankind.

"Xing Shou Lang!" I jumped up high with momentum.

"Breath of Flame—" The person I called out to maintained his forward speed without even looking back, as if he had already understood my plan, "Two Type!"

Press the knife, charge up, and swing up!

"Flame rises!"

Two life forms that were also burning at the extreme collided, and the bright white light stepped on the tip of the orange-red flame, and with the rising power, they flew high!

Token Fusangshen, who had recovered to its heyday, appeared as a human body at this moment, grabbed the suddenly elongated and heavier body, and swooped down.

Stepping on the gloomy blade face, I clasped my hands together: "Mu Dun!"

Show up here—

"Sevenfold Rashomon!"

Seven chains of evil spirits, which are known as connecting to hell, rise up heavily, and after completing the summoning, I once again squeeze the vitality in my body, ignite, and accumulate energy: "Day! Tiger!"

"Drink-"

The extremely powerful compressed air brought by the extreme speed is released, turning into a giant white tiger, roaring and hitting the gate of hell.

"Buzz!"

Heavy knocks on the door swayed down to the depths of the ground.

"Squeak—" The door opened with an imperceptible gap.

The dark wind that does not belong to the human world blows towards my eyes, making my eyes see hell again.

This time, there was more than one Komaji.

Many people who linger on the other side and don’t want to leave, people wearing the uniforms of the ghost killing team, people wearing various colored feathers, people holding "Evil Ghost Slayer", people with curses all over their faces, have been forced to become ghosts Redeemers, old people, children, men, women...

All the people who died under the claws of the "ghost" raised their heads in response to the knock on the door that had been waiting for nearly a thousand years.

They saw the ghost ancestor struggling in the sun.

"—Ghost dance Tsuji no miserably!"

For so many years, the hatred and anger against him has been entrenched in the days and nights of his life and death.

Now, there is only one step away from success!

Everyone reached out their hands to the ghost king who was escaping above, trying to pull him from the living world into hell.

It turns out that miracles are on the side of humanity.

There are ghosts and gods underground, and divine punishment in the sky!

'My lord, it's time to speed up. '

Mingwu's sword Fu Sangshen flashed in his eyes for a moment, and before the girl in front of him could respond, the muscles in his arm holding the handle of the knife exerted strength for a moment.

——When the sword is in the hands of his master, it is his heyday.

The two people who swooped down in the sky swooped down, and the completed sword Fusangshen turned into a phantom and injected into the blade, while the master of the sword who took over for the final sprint, clearly had little power left, but forcibly brought out the momentum of breaking the boat.

Not enough, that alone is not enough.

Still need to be stronger!

I called out to heaven and earth again, and the sky and earth seemed to be waiting for this moment.

All the sunlight in the sky poured into the world, and a more violent power than the one in the ground burst down in a breath!

Gritting my teeth against the gift of the world, I was forced to compress my power again and again, atomizing it into water, water droplets forming rivers, endless streams, and hundreds of rivers forming seas.

However, the power of the sky is so vast, and the direct sunlight is continuously pouring down. When I saw that this tiny container could no longer hold a tiny bit, what I heard was my overwhelmed cry before the bottle shattered.

"what--"

Plop, plop--

The world is still, the sound is far away, the heart of the furnace excited by the crisis is beating fast, the whole body is about to melt, the aggressive power of heaven is rampant in my body, above me, the last straw is about to fall.

Behind this person alone, there are pairs of transparent, immature hands, holding the long handle of the knife.

'We're here to help you! '

Hanako, Takeo, Shigeru, Rokuta...

The children who are engaged in the work of making fire and enshrine the god of Kaguto life and fire every year have appeared one by one.

Below, Tanjiro Kamado, who finally arrived, connected the twelve types of Kagura, the god of fire, into an endless circle, and a grand flame rose from the bottom!

"Brother, come on—" the crow spread its wings, and the voice of Mi Douzi from Zaomen came from a distance in the air.

All the children of the Zaomen family show up.

More flames and light were drawn and merged into the sword. The white flames rolled up, and even the blade was covered with the sun's burning big naginata. It carried the sad wish of the Demon Slayer Squad for thousands of years, and brought everyone's hope for victory. expectations of...

After thousands of years, this divine punishment created by man fell from the sky in an instant!

"go to hell--"

The huge phantom transformed by the blade first nailed Roshan who was trying to dig a hole to escape, and then the blade arrived!

At the same time, the blades of various colors engraved with "killing evil spirits" pierced deeply into the roaring monster.

It pierced through the rapidly growing granulation neatly and accurately pierced the dying ghost hiding in the center.

The human will, stronger than the sun, ignites the blazing fire of human punishment, devouring this creature that does not deserve to be called a human.

Below, countless pairs of outstretched arms finally grabbed their prey, and fell deeply toward his home.

The seventh-fold Rashomon gate collapsed suddenly.

The people on the surface were still frozen in their original postures, motionless.

For a long time, until feeling the scorching sun in the sky, the silence where no one spoke was tentatively broken:

"No tragic death?"

"Is it dead? Dead!"

The crow fluttered its wings, and the countless sounds of falling to the ground and crying for joy resounded through this unknown Pacific island.

"No tragic death—we won—"

"BIG WIN!!!!"

The people who were illuminated by the sun were unscathed and cheered for victory, while the sun that shone on the people was exhausted and fell forward.

A fiery embrace embraced me,

"Wu Mi—" I tried to struggle as my consciousness entered a trance.

"Wu died tragically." The eyes that struggled to open were covered by a pair of hands with callused swords, "You can rest now."

I frowned and carefully identified the speaker, but my increasingly dizzy brain did not allow me to do such a complicated job.

After getting the desired answer, the exhaustion and pain that had been forcibly suppressed rushed forward.

The voice of the speaker is the existence of subconscious judgment that can be trusted. I finally gave up struggling, closed my eyes obediently, and fell into a deep sleep.

At the forefront of the battlefield, the young man who was also burning with flames watched Wu Mi's last ashes disperse, and the sun that caused all this...

The sun fell into his arms, he closed his eyes tiredly and reassuringly, and fell into a long-lost sleep.

Thousands of miles away, the curse on Yaoya Miyayashiki's face had completely faded before the good news came. He was the first to remove the spell on his face, stood up for the first time without relying on the support of others, and at the same time regained his eyesight. The dark purple eyes swept across the people present who were in a daze, one by one, laughing loudly, and pushed open the door forcefully.

outside the door-

The sky is clear and the sun is rising.