A Dimensional Journey Begins with the Dragon Clan

Chapter 435
Several people nervously looked at Yiwozuo who was standing still and not moving.

Staring with bated breath, only the beating sound of the heart is left around.

Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Tanjirou all gripped the handle of the knife tightly.

They knew that Mr. Purgatory should have no energy left at this moment.

The morning glow has already passed through the clouds, and it seems that it will shine on the ghost in the next moment.

If the ghost could still move, the moment the fight started might determine their life and death.

There is no other option but to go all out.

Anyway, get through it.

But what puzzled them all was... Yi Wozuo still didn't make any moves.

He froze in place, tears streaming from his eyes.

The sky was getting brighter and brighter. Even though the sun hadn't completely penetrated the clouds, the burning sensation it brought could already make the ghost feel the sting of desire.

Ke Yiwozuo still stood there.

There was no running away, no fighting back, just like losing the ability to think.

"Is it because Gang's head was destroyed?"

Tanjiro and the others watched this scene happily.

For thousands of years, no ghost has broken through the 'boundary' of ghosts, except for Oni Wu Tsuji.

So they thought that the powerful wounded ghost in front of them might have fallen into a short-term sluggish state because of a severe head injury. After all, this was beyond the 'boundary' of common sense, how could it be free of any price?

In reality, however, this is not the case at all.

The reason why Yiwozuo fell into a sluggish state was because countless memories began to emerge.

Those forgotten figures, those strange memories made his thinking fall into chaos.

"Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?"

Such questions kept flashing in Yiwozuo's mind.

He even began to doubt who he really was.

He didn't understand why he was crying, but for some reason, he felt that he had forgotten something very important.

"Why...can't you remember?"

"What is it? Who is it?"

"what!!!!!!!!!!"

Painful screams came from Yiwozuo's mouth.

He squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, struggling desperately, as if he was struggling because of the burning of the sun.

But in fact, he didn't feel the sting on his back at all, and he didn't even know that the sun had risen.

He struggled only because of a headache.

There seemed to be a shackle in his mind, sealing his important things in the deepest part of his consciousness.

He kept scratching his head, as if he wanted to tear off the things that bound him, his nails were embedded in the flesh, and the overflowing blood instantly dissipated under the light.

"This is……"

Tanjiro twitched his nose.

For some reason, he suddenly smelled sadness from this ghost.

Incomparably heavy sadness, oppressive despair.

The ghost was struggling desperately and did not attack them, and it would gradually dissipate due to the sunlight.

Black spots like burning fire kept appearing on Yiwozuo's body.

Facing the scorching sun, even a ghost as powerful as him can't last long, and he will soon die.

Yiwozuo felt that his wrist still felt like being held by someone, it was an extremely warm and familiar feeling, this feeling even soothed the pain of the sun and the chaotic thoughts.

Tears were still flowing, he stopped struggling, and stared blankly at his hand, to be precise, his wrist.

His hands were already stained with countless blood.

who is it?Who would hold his hand tightly without hesitation?
Still can't recall who this is.

At this moment, Yiwozuo could clearly feel the burning sensation behind his back, he knew that there was probably no time for him to think, because he was about to die.

Tanjiro stared blankly at the Oni who was about to be exposed to the sun.

The smell from the ghost made him a little puzzled.

As a swordsman of the ghost killing team, he had killed quite a few ghosts, and it was rare for a ghost to die without resentment.

The smell of this ghost... unwillingness, pity, anger, but only no hatred.

Yi Wozuo raised his arm to wipe away the tears on his face, just like a teenager who silently wiped away the tears after being bullied.

He was resentful of being weak and unable to protect something important; he regretted that he had no time to figure out what happened; he was angry at his inability to break free from the bondage shackles.

But he didn't resent the humans in front of him because he lost.

"..."

Yi Wozuo opened his mouth, as if to say something.

However, a sudden indifferent voice interrupted his words.

"What's going on? Yiwozuo, are you so embarrassed?"

Accompanied by the sound came a slash that sent chills down the spine.

Breath of the Moon · Sixteen Shapes · Moon Rainbow · Lonely Moon.

The moment the narrow and ferocious blade swung down, the sky seemed to be half dark, and the moon seemed to appear briefly at this moment, covering the rising sun.

Countless moon arc-like blade lights flashed, and countless giant wind blades falling from the sky instantly shattered the ground. Smoke, dust and boulders were lifted up, blocking the sun that was burning on Yiwozuo.

"This is!?"

Everyone's nerves tensed up immediately.

A strong sense of oppression suddenly came from behind.

The bodies of Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu seemed to be frozen in place, and only the heavy sound of the figures walking slowly from the woods behind them stepping on the ground could be heard.

They didn't even have the strength to look back.

He could only passively feel the approaching powerful aura.

There was sullenness in his breath, as if he was very dissatisfied with Yiwozuo who behaved so embarrassingly.

Three teenagers who don't know the so-called, and a pillar of the Ghost Killing Squad?Can the ghost of winding string be forced to such a situation?

If I let that grown-up know...

"Humph."

An indifferent hum sounded from his ears.

Tanjiro held the Japanese sword tightly, and kept shouting "move" in his heart, but his body seemed completely unable to move due to instinctive fear.

The same is true for Zenitsu and Inosuke around him.

They could only watch helplessly as the pitch-black voice slowly passed by them.

The snort was mixed with disdain and doubt.

Disdainful of their weakness, wondering why Yiwozuo was forced into such a situation.

"This ghost... is it..."

The three of them had the same doubts in their hearts, but they couldn't even see the ghost's face.

The opponent completely disdains to confront them.

If the knife just fell on them, they would have already gone to hell.

But their priority in this ghost eye is obviously not as high as saving Yiwozuo.

"Black Death Mou..."

Yiwozuo, standing in the smoke and dust, called out the name of the coming ghost.

The name of the ghost of one of the winding ones that has disappeared from human vision for an unknown number of years.

Hei Si Mou, or Ji Guo Yan Sheng.

He is the strongest ghost among the Twelve Demon Moons, the closest ghost to the ghost king Oni Wu Tsuji Muyou, and the older brother of the strongest swordsman Ji Guoyuanyi in the legend of the Ghost Slayer Squad.

His strength has not been experienced by anyone for hundreds of years, and now he has finally appeared in front of human beings again.

"Black Death Mou..."

Cold sweat broke out on Xing Shoulang's forehead.

He had seen this name in the family history.

That was the name of one of the winding ghost months!

At this moment, he saw with his own eyes the face of this ghost that only existed in legends.

There is no emotion in the six ferocious pupils, only fear and oppression are brought to people.

Long black hair tied into a high ponytail, wearing a black and purple snake pattern kimono, like an ancient and majestic warrior.

The most unbelievable thing is... his neck is covered with markings that only appear when human swordsmen reach their peak.

There is no doubt that this is a ghost who was once a powerful human swordsman.

When he was a human being, he was a strong man standing at the pinnacle of human beings, but now he has become a ghost, hundreds of years later... how strong will he be?
I don't know, but Xing Shoulang clearly felt that this one of the top strings was not a creature of the same dimension as the three top strings they had just defeated.

"Is there such a big difference between Shangyi and Shangsan?"

Xing Shoulang, who had no strength to continue fighting, had a trace of unwillingness in his eyes.

He thought he was strong enough.

After receiving the training of Mr. Xuanhao, he broke through the limit again, and is strong enough to fight alone against the winding ghost that originally required a combination of multiple pillars to fight.

And just now, the legendary markings have been opened, entering the "transparent world" that no one has stepped into for hundreds of years.

If his physical strength is fully restored at this moment, he is confident that he will be able to independently fight against the three of the upper strings who fought fiercely with him just now.

But... Facing the last one in front of him, he was a little desperate.

Not only Anjurou, but also Tanjiro and others beside him were also desperate.

Just a wounded ghost who just broke through the 'ghost's boundary' and now does not know how strong it has become is enough for them to have a headache, and now there is another existence that seems to be stronger!

What's the fun in this?

It is no longer possible for Mr. Purgatory's physical strength to fight against the Winding Ghost, let alone the two of them.

And the three of them combined are not enough to tickle others.

To put it simply... Although the sun has risen at this moment, before the smoke dissipates, it is enough for these two winding ghosts to kill them countless times.

"You...how did you come here?"

Yi Wozuo frowned.

Why did Hei Si Mou, who always 'stays at home', suddenly appear here?
"The ghosts under the bow are all gone. It's almost dawn, and you haven't returned to your life for a long time. That's why the lord was worried that something might happen, so he asked me to take a look."

Hei Si Mou's voice was extremely indifferent, "It seems that he is right now. Yi Wo Zuo, are you ready to explain how you will go back?"

"..."

Yiwozuo fell silent.

It seems that he can't die for the time being.

But for some reason, he didn't feel happy or fortunate in his heart.

"Then now..."

With that said, Hei Si Mou turned around and looked directly at the humans in front of him.

The killing intent spread instantly.

"It's dawn, hurry up and get rid of these people and go back."

"!!"

Fear appeared in the eyes of several people.

Looking at the ferocious ghost blade, the three teenagers couldn't even think of resisting in their hearts.

Only Xing Shoulang, who stood in front of them, gritted his teeth and prepared to resist with a knife.

At this moment, he only has the severed Sun Wheel Saber in his hand.

His physical strength had also reached its limit, and it was impossible to block the blow no matter what, but he still swung his knife.

The horrifying pupils opened on the hideous ghost blade made of flesh and blood.

He stared at the human being in front of him from top to bottom.

Hei Si Mou waved his knife expressionlessly.

The four people in front of him had no possibility of resisting his knife. With just one knife, he could send all these humans to hell.

"!?"

But something unexpected happened to Hei Simou.

Just when the ghost blade in his hand was about to touch the broken sun wheel knife, there was a sudden sound of the knife in the distance.

Hearing the sound seemed far away, but Heixin Mou hastily changed the trajectory of the attack.

Because the knife arrives faster than the sound.

Water Breathing Twelve Shapes Lan.

Do you know the feeling of waves hitting you at supersonic speed?
Black Death Mou knew.

The moment the blade touched, his expression changed.

The power roared like an endless raging wave.

"Crack-"

The ghost blade was broken.

Not only that, Hei Si Mou's body was repelled like a kite with a broken string. If Yi Wo Zuo behind him hadn't reacted in time to help him stop his retreat, he would have broken through the dust-shrouded field and been exposed to the sun.

"..."

Hei Si Mou silently looked at the Ghost Blade in his hand.

Hundreds of years passed, during which time no human being was able to sever his blade.

No, not only that, at that moment just now, not only the blade was cut off, but the arm, and the shoulder connected to the arm also collapsed instantly due to the huge force.If he is not a ghost, he probably has lost the strength to hold a knife by now.

"Is this... the target that the lord is vigilant against?"

Seeing the old man suddenly appearing in front of several teenagers, Heishai Mou's eyes revealed a solemn look for the first time.

Yiwozuo behind was also stunned.

He didn't realize how strong this old guy was at all! ?

I thought it was just an old guy with half a foot buried in the ground. Don't worry about it, he will flash to the waist, and he will have his pigtails in a short time. He even disobeyed the order of the adult and didn't embarrass such an old man. monster!

"Are you all right?"

Xuan Hao indifferently asked the people behind him.

"No...it's okay..."

Tanjiro and the others looked at the old man in front of them happily.

Now that this person has arrived, everything is not a problem.

Judging from the brief confrontation just now, they knew that the two ghosts in front of them together would not be the old man's opponent.

It's just... After successfully defeating the three ghosts who have just fallen under the bow, can you still hold on with your physical strength?
"Ah."

After confirming that they were all fine, Xuan Hao silently looked at the two wounded ghosts in front of him.

He is thinking.

Slashed?Not very good...it will scare Wu Mi.

what can we do about it?

After the impact just now, most of the smoke and dust have dissipated.

Feeling the burn, Heishai Mou looked indifferently at the old man in front of him, and then at the already bright sky.

After a moment, he shook his head.

"Let's go."

Hei Si Mou greeted Yi Wo Zuo behind him, and Hei Si Mou's figure flashed and disappeared instantly.

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