The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

The flames change tonight.

First is the prairie fire, then the blazing flames, and finally the high-spirited and peaceful gesture that completely represents the sun, like the petals of a sunflower.

Like a jelly or a still ocean or something, the flame that encompasses all things once again enveloped the world, as if wandering in the sun, or immersed in the transparent water, making people feel drowsy.

"odo."

Qing Xiang woke up suddenly.

In other words, I am also a ghost, so I should be afraid.

"Yukang, what did you do?"

Shi Touxiao danced from Qing to the side and landed on the side, and then waved the jelly-like flame in mid-air.

The flame lingered between Shi Tou's fingers, and a small ball could be extinguished when he held it down, turning into a pitiful little flame, which rekindled quickly after letting go of his hand, and lingered around his fingers again.

Qing Xiang also thought it was very fun and had a great time playing.

"It's not what I did, it's Tanjirou's flame."

Now it seems that the temperature and strength are qualified, not so much qualified, much better than he imagined.It seems that it is feasible to use the breath of the sun to lift the defense, and then use the breath of Yan and Xia to make up the knife.

It was originally planned to call the cup bone blade to throw the final blow, but now Qing Xiang accidentally comprehends the breath of flames of the complete body, and the breath of Zaomen Ri's comprehension is quite good, "Phantom Sun" is connected with the breath of the sun and the breath of Xia In battle, Qingxiang tends to change the original strategy.

"Tanjiro..."

Shi Tou went along to see the source of the sea of ​​flames: the boy in the dark coffee uniform held a sharp all-black blade in his hand, and stood alone in front of the huge enemy, but peacefully as if he was with someone.

"The breath has changed, another person's breath...is it familiar?"

They're obviously strangers to each other, but the nature of their blood makes them very close.

Qing Xiang also saw it.

Wearing old-age attire, slightly curly dark brown ponytail, a lonely but not lonely figure, descended from the long river, and came to end the centuries-old disaster together with the descendants.

Contrary to what Kiwu Tsuji remembers, the person in the latter's memory is completely demonized by the god of fear: there is a pair of demonic squinting eyes, [-] watts of incandescent light radiates in the dark night, three heads and six arms are reborn like Prajna, and there is always a sound of incantations: "Kimai Tsuji Ghost Dance Tsuji Ghost Dance Tsuji'

The filter is really thick.

Seeing that Mai Tsuji was going to be shaken and collapsed for a while, Qing Xiang took the opportunity to ask Shi Tou: "How is Shang Er?"

"It's not over yet." Shi Tou just took a look from a distance when he came over.

"It seems to be in a stalemate... But everyone is very energetic. For the first time, I saw a lot of breathing methods mixed together, like a magic trick."

"Can't make it?"

Qing Xiang had expected it a long time ago, but he was not too disappointed.

"It seems that there can only be the three of us who can slay the dragon." He pointed at each of them from himself, "You, me, and Tanjiro are all young people. The next generation will defeat the upper class. This is the victory of the new generation!"

It is of course the best to solve Onimai Tsuji as a team member without exposing the connection with the cup bone blade.

——Why is it the best? It is simply perfect in an ideal state.

... The expected perfection means not being cautious, and it is still necessary to pay attention to the battle at all times.

"victory!"

Shi Tou waved his arms in agreement.

Aoxiang raised the Hirinkana, raised the tip of the knife, and shouted at the back of the stove door: "Tanjiro, how are you?"

"It's so hot! But it's not hot, it's the scorching heat of soaking in a hot spring in a snowy day! It's so refreshing to be wrapped in sulfur water!"

Sweat covered the forehead from the heat of the stove, and he exhaled a mouthful of steam. He almost wanted to take off his shirt in the cold midnight.

Qing Xiang walked up to him, and saw right away that the child was about to take off his shirt to enjoy the shade.

"No, I'll catch a cold."

"...Put on clothes and soak in hot springs..."

Zaomen couldn't help sighing, hiding the tension that surged up to the root of his tongue.

Qing Xiang withdrew his gaze, instead of looking at the nervous child, he looked at the fat and bloated giant baby in front of him, thinking casually:

Although the key life-related information is well hidden, Aoxiang, who once had the experience of strangling Onimai Tsuji, still has a general feeling: the former has differentiated into multiple hearts and brains for insurance, which cannot be wiped out by normal beheading methods alone.

But here is the Breath of the Sun that counters ghosts, so there should be no problem...

"Roar----"

A sudden roar interrupted Qing Xiang's thinking.The roar came from the purgatory house far away, echoing far away from the huge mountains, passing through the hills.Dense flocks of crows flew up from the branches with their wings folded, circling high above the purgatory house.

The giant baby's flesh became more and more bloated, and an ominous red light leaked from under the skin, as if something was brewing under the giant baby's skin.

The beam of light swayed across Qing Xiang's eyes, and the intense energy wave that had appeared silently but suddenly made the young man click his tongue in his heart.

Sure enough, not so ideal.

"Tanjiro! Let's use the sword now! Get rid of him before he explodes!"

In the main hall of the purgatory house, the young man was so shocked that he drank the air, but in the remote mountain, there was a breathless puppet standing up quietly.

"Uh-huh!"

The stove door, who had done enough psychological preparation and was always in a state of preparation, closed his eyes. He was sweating nervously, but he still forcibly stroked his breath, letting the mist spreading around him be inhaled into his lungs along with his exhalation.

In the sky, the young sun appeared with his breath.It rises tremblingly from the east of the battle situation, its brightness is less than one-tenth of the previous "Phantom Sun", but it is as pure white as the clearest light in the world.The small light ball gathered by the concentrated sunlight spreads light and gentle ripples in all directions.

A true breath of the sun.

Using breathing to wake up the sun from the wrong time, the young man exhaled the mist he had just inhaled. The frequency was long and gentle. His hands and feet moved unconsciously with the "father" in his memory—the dance he had seen under the decoration of belief, A dance of prayer called Kagura, the god of fire.

The fiery flame exploded at the tip of his sword in an instant, sparking a prairie fire, like a tsunami disturbing the quiet flame that was like stagnant water.

Needless to say, with the deflagration of the flames as the horn, the three of them rushed out of their original positions at the same time.

Like an arrow stretched to the extreme, it shot out, and the swift figure rolled out dust all over the sky.

'Xia's Breath, Unbridled Shape·Advection Slash'

The sharp blade cut across the silver light from the treacherous mist, and the blood gushed out from the four arms that blocked the red light on the giant baby's chest. Even with the corrosion blessing of 'Sun Pass', it still couldn't penetrate, just cutting a wound was enough to stand up straight Chase.

One blow landed on the same wound with incomparable precision, and even the speed of flesh and blood aggregation was slower than the speed of cutting.The result of the unmatched focus and speed of ordinary people is that the lagging and intense numbness spreads from the fingertips to the whole body, as if there are thousands of bugs burrowing under the skin, but in such unbearable pain, the girl with the tail of blue hair The young man's face remained unchanged, only the hard flesh behind the blood mist in his eyes.

Ordinary people naturally can't see Shitou's movements clearly. After fully comprehending the breathing of Yan, his five sense organs can be clearly seen by the amplified Qing Xiang. Moreover, he is now in the midair with Zaomen.

It seemed that the situation was turning for the better, and the advantage continued, but Qing Xiang frowned slightly.

With the next explosion as the bottom line, are you too lazy to counterattack at such a short distance?

No matter how many people were present, the four heavy broken arms finally fell to the ground dully under the swaying of a large number of blood beads.

The evil ghost's arm had just sprouted out, Shitu stared at the ball of light exposing a strange red light, and hesitated for a very short moment.

It's just that the time is short, before he hesitated, his body has already given up the gap to the stove door.

At that moment, the stove door stepped on Qing Xiang's shoulders, and the springboard, which had not shaken at all, gave him the foundation to jump to a higher place.

The stove door turned from mid-air to half body, taking a long breath was filled with hot water vapor, hot and humid like a hot spring.

'God of Fire Kagura'

Amidst the sharp howls, watching the giant baby who shed tears because of the scorching sun, feeling the undisguised fear and remorse, the intense information washed over him, except for the goal that was straight in front of him, there was no room left at the kitchen door, just casually Subconsciously blurted out:

'Yanghuatu'

The tip of the knife pierced the protective shell, and glass-like shards splashed everywhere, scratching the naked skin and clothing of several people, and rushed to the long-lost wilderness with blood foam.

The tip of the knife went deep again, with a muffled pop, and without any extra protection, the flaming blade pierced through the soft red core.

success,……?

It was a simple moment of stagnation, with juice left along the blade, before the stove had time to make an expression.

I don't know if he also noticed the abnormality, the strange and unspeakable touch of his subordinates.

Gee.

Gently staggeringly floating in the silent and boundless space.

In the next second, a blazing light erupted.

Wave after wave, the light that seemed to make the night lose its authority appeared here one after another: the first parasol, the second silent light, until this third time.

This is an ominous and weird red light that can be seen at a glance, immersed in the originally clear 'sea water', and the turbulent waves of blood surge into vortexes. It is only brewed from pure energy: there is no killing intent, and it does not contain chaos.

But, how should I put it, there is obviously no killing intent or malice, and even the emotions can't be sensed, but the brain is aware of the upcoming future in black and white in an instant:

will die.

That blow really pierced through the heart.

It spread like sea fog, but in the eyes of the stove, it was frozen into frames.

The blood that flowed out from that blow was indeed vital.

The sea fog almost touched the tip of the nose, and Zaomen's thinking also fell into a sluggish state, only the body followed the intuition and retreated unconsciously.

Why……?

A hand with invisible whiteness, or inorganic whiteness, brushed the ear bone of the stove door, bringing a slightly itchy touch.

Before he had time to think, his body was still retreating, until he bumped into someone's dry, cold, hair-raising silky cloth.

……what?

Zaomen's body raised his head spontaneously and unconsciously, and looked at the figure tall enough to cover him.

... No, rather than staring at each other, the man was only looking at him from the corner of his eye.

The scene where he raised his head and looked at someone seemed to be the same as before, but this time his eyes were completely different:

A cold, absent-minded glance that scans objects at his feet.

——The owner of the gaze who thought so was sighing inwardly.

It has indeed hit the bull's-eye, completely piercing through the heart which is the weakness.Can't stand Ghost Mai Tsuji has seven or eight hearts.

It's my fault that I didn't notice it early enough, but Qing Xiang has already done his best:

Do your best not to let Qingxiang Youkang and Cup Kujian appear on the same occasion at the same time.