Yu Xingyue Hunts the Evil Me

In the palace of Ghost Dance Tsuji Muzan, a brutal fighting was going on.

The corridor is full of huge gaps and scratches, as if there are huge monsters plundering in it.

The broken ground was littered with dark red sharp fragments, and occupying the long corridor was the Black Death Mou with blades growing out of various parts of its body, as if it were wrapped in blades.

Every movement Hei Death Mou makes, every time he turns around, waves his arms, and jumps, a sharp sword edge will bloom from his body, and if he gets close, he will be immediately shattered into pieces.

However, in the storm of sword energy, Kamado Tanjiro remained firm and motionless. When the sword blade came, he could always respond quickly, either dodge, or kill Yuguro who was cutting him head-on. The sword blade turned from Death Mou's blood was cut off.

The Sun Blade in his hand had turned dark red, and seemed to be dancing around Hei Shimo.

The original breathing method, all the tricks of Sun Breath, He Dao, as well as the transparent world and natural markings.

The world is shaping heroes, just like Jiguoyi, who was born more than a hundred years ago.

The pinnacle of humanity, the sacred among humans, is tasked with ending evil spirits.

As Heishimou commented, today's Tanjiro Kamado is no longer inferior to his predecessors.

Eight years ago, the current Kamado Tanjiro might have been able to force Onibatsuji Muzan to the corner of death just like Stepkuni Enichi did against the then Muzan.

Thanks to Onimu Tsuji Muzan's promotion, Heishimou also gained a lot of power from it.

Compared with his younger brother a hundred years ago, at least he would not be defeated in one blow and would be crushed.

But that's about it.

Kamado Tanjiro's blade is constantly approaching Black Death Mo. It seems that Black Death Mo is strangling everything, but it is caught in the rhythm of the God of Fire's music and dance.

Kamado Tanjiro's sword was constantly approaching Heishimou's neck.

Cutting off the head is no longer a weakness of the ghost. Even if the body and head are separated, as long as there is enough flesh and blood tissue, Hei Shimo can quickly complete the reorganization.

However, if the head is cut off, the state will be affected for a moment. This moment was enough for Tanjiro Kamado to cut the body of Black Death Mou into pieces that exceeded the recovery limit.

As the blade on his shoulder was chopped into pieces, the long knife in Kamado Tanjiro's hand came into contact with Hei Shimu's neck.

The neck is the hardest part of the ghost's body, but in the face of the transparent world, the skill that can easily cut through steel can instantly chop off the head of the evil ghost, at least, this is how it is used against Hei Shimo.

Hei Shimo's head was thrown high, and at this moment, his body did pause for a moment.

However, before his body could move again, countless cracks appeared on his body.

The body was completely broken into pieces and turned into a pile of useless pieces of flesh.

Black Death Mou's head fell to the ground and rolled on the wooden floor.

But Kamado Tanjiro did not give the final blow to Heishimou.

It’s not that I don’t want to do it, it’s that I can’t do it.

Kamado Tanjiro's body tensed up. When fighting Black Death Mo, his nerves were already tense, but it was not like it is now.

Every pore in his body shrank, as if if he didn't do this, he would be invaded by the fear spreading everywhere.

But even so, the Qi flowing naturally in the body began to become stiff and stagnant.

Kamado Tanjiro raised his head and looked towards the end of the corridor.

Slowly walking over there was a being wearing a gorgeous robe with gold threads and black bottoms.

With black hair and a handsome face, he looks like a handsome young man, but his body exudes an inhuman presence.

The sense of existence was released from its center, and the heavy darkness crashed in like a tidal wave.

In the transparent world, when looking at any object, one can transcend the appearance and go straight to the essence, but for the young man in black, Kamado Tanjiro was unable to see clearly.

His vision has been completely occupied by darkness

"Ghost Dance Tsuji Muzan..."

The monster in front of him killed his family, and finally killed his only surviving sister.

This hatred should have made Kamado Tanjiro furious at this moment.

But the biological instinct now overrides sensibility.

Life and death, the other party has such power, like a god, so the other party calls himself a god. Actually there is no problem

"Becoming stronger than eight years ago..."

Kamado Tanjiro thought of this in silence.

I thought that I had a 10% chance of winning against Muzan Kibutsuji, but now that the true master was really standing in front of me, with this 10% chance of winning, could I touch the bottom of this darkness?

Heishimou also felt the arrival of his master. His head rolled to the feet of Kibutsuji Mumei, his face facing up, and he happened to meet Kiwutsuji Mumei's line of sight.

Hei Shimo still doesn't understand what's flowing in those dark red beast pupils.

Since eight years ago, Oniitsuji Muzan has become a monster, a monster as a god. Even for Hei Shimo, who has become a monster, it is a monster that cannot be touched and understood.

"Lord Wuhan..."

Hei Shimo said with difficulty.

At this time, the fractured part of Black Death Mou's head and neck had begun to sprout flesh, squirming to give birth to a new body.

However, one sentence stopped the process of self-repair of Hei Si Mo.

"What a waste...Sure enough, keeping you here is of no use at all now."

Kibutsuji Muzan said indifferently. Black Death Mou's head was not repaired, but began to collapse.

‘How pitiful, brother...’

As his five senses began to disappear, Hei Shimo seemed to hear the sigh of compassion in his memory.

It is indeed pitiful, thinking that he has gained power and giving up everything for this power.

But in the end, these powers are given by others.

The ghost king Hei Shimo completely disappeared from this world.

All that was left was a pile of ashes and a half-damaged bamboo flute.

Tsuji Mukai stepped forward, crushed the rotten bamboo flute, and looked directly at Kamado Tanjiro.

There was a contemptuous smile on that face

"Following the country's fate...But unfortunately, for me now, even if that guy crawls out of hell, he is just an ant to me."

"I had no intention of paying attention to you ants, but the bug actually got mixed up with me in another world."

"From today on, humans on this land no longer have a reason to exist."

While speaking, Ghost Dance Tsuji Muzan suddenly paused, as if he felt something in his heart, and he snorted coldly:

"Narume is also a waste, even if she is asked to stop the other party's footsteps, she can't do it."