A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 472 465. So slow, rubbish

The red color in the eyes of the three girls gradually receded. Their physical fitness was strong enough and everything happened in a short moment, so the 'Red Eyes of the Other Side' did not cause 'blindness' to their eyes.

As Tong Mo's neck was cut off, the violent wind and snow suddenly stopped as if it had been disconnected.

Until now, Tong Mo still hasn't fully realized what happened in the moment just now.

"Huh? My neck was cut off?"

After a brief moment of sluggishness, his eyes were full of doubts and confusion.

"So I lost? Am I going to die!?"

“I don’t want it, I don’t want it, I don’t want it, I don’t want it!!!!”

Sharp and harsh roars mixed with fear and unwillingness kept coming from Tong Mo's mouth.

"Why was I killed? I am constantly 'redeeming' poor humans! How could I, who had worked hard for humanity and the world and made countless contributions, die like this? Why!?"

He kept talking about his so-called 'contribution', which made the three girls' eyes become colder after hearing it.

There is no mistake, this ghost is a truly extremely evil ghost, just like Wuhan.

"Give up, you will definitely die today."

Three cold voices surrounded Tong Mo, which made him feel even more frightened, but giving up?

How could you give up!

The strong desire to survive caused Tong Mo to start struggling continuously. Even if his neck was cut off, he would still struggle.

Because he doesn't want to die.

The battle is not over yet, so he cannot give up easily. Even the Yiwozao of the Third Shangxian has broken through the 'ghost boundary'. He thinks that as the Second Shangxian, there is no reason why he can't do it!

That's right, as long as you break through that boundary, these three stupid women in front of you are nothing to be afraid of!

"There's no way I'm going to die, no way! Absolutely no way!"

As Tong Mo's obsession continued to deepen, as if by a miracle, his severed head stopped dissipating, and his flesh and blood even began to squirm and showed signs of recovery.

"No matter how many times we do it, we will cut off your neck."

The voices of the three girls were still so firm.

"Tonight is the end of you evil ghosts."

"Doomsday? How is it possible!?"

Tong Mo said in a fierce tone, "As long as we overcome the weakness of our necks, you humans will not have any chance! Except for the sun, nothing in this world can kill us! And you will not see the sun in this infinite city!"

"you're right."

Kanae couldn't deny it, "But if that's the case, why would Wu Mei run away in such fear?"

There was contemptuous mockery in her tone.

"this……"

Tong Mo was suddenly stunned.

Some strange images came to his mind.

A ghost hunter with dazzling golden eyes who kills ghosts with his bare hands. The man strangled the ghost's neck and stood under the sky, waiting for the sunrise.

No matter it's sunny or rainy, no matter where they hide, they will be caught by this person until they are burned by the sun and watch themselves dissipate into this world in the most painful way.

That person is like a god, but in their eyes he is more like a devil!

Such a picture that seemed to be engraved into the soul made the fear in Tong Mo's heart, which had originally raised hopes, infinitely amplified again.

He finally understood why the adult was so scared when he saw the old man just now.

The end is really coming, they can't win at all!

So what if you overcome the weakness of your neck? In the face of absolute power, they have no room for resistance!

"well--"

"Damn it, it really doesn't work..."

Hope was wiped out, and Tong Mo's body that had begun to try to recover began to dissipate again.

Gradually, he was enveloped in despair and began to feel nothing.

he died.

"call--"

Seeing that the evil ghost in front of them finally dissipated, the three girls looked at each other and finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"Did we win?"

"Yes we won, but it's not over yet. It's just the beginning."

"let's go."

The Nichirin Sword slowly slid into the scabbard. Butterfly Kanae glanced in the direction Xuanhao left and took a step. Butterfly Ninja and Kanae also followed.

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"Ha ha ha ha--"

Unbridled laughter kept ringing in the corridor.

"Young men, follow me! If this thing is done, it will be a great achievement! In that case, the adult will definitely reward me with more blood! I will become stronger and live better!"

Zhuo Yue led countless evil spirits in countless infinite cities to march in one direction.

He waved the blade in his hand and commanded, leading thousands of troops like a scornful general on the battlefield.

In fact, he has long wanted to experience this feeling of being 'superior to others'.

At this moment, it seemed that the whole world belonged to him, and no one could threaten his life anymore. This "thousands of troops" gave him a complete sense of security.

Turning into a ghost gave him powerful power that allowed him to expand infinitely.

After receiving the order from the adult, he led these evil spirits and began to advance towards the target without realizing the seriousness of the problem.

After all, he only heard anger and anxiety from the adult's voice that reached his mind. As for fear? He was ignorant and did not hear it. After all, who in the world could make that adult feel afraid?

The anger and anxiety are probably because the adult can't wait any longer, right? So now is a good time for him to ‘make great achievements’!

Commanding these evil ghosts, Yue Yue marched at an extremely fast speed. He thought of using these useless 'miscellaneous fish' to drown the target with the human sea tactic. This was effortless, safe, and the key was to achieve meritorious deeds. It was like killing three birds with one stone. !

But for some reason, the evil spirits suddenly stopped.

"what happened?"

Huang Yue, who was hiding among the evil ghosts, frowned and asked.

No one responded to him, because these evil ghosts were lucky to be 'alive' because of the cruel injection of blood by that adult. They only had the instinct to fight and could only obey the orders of higher-ranking ghosts, such as the noble ghosts like him.

But this problem is actually not difficult to solve.

Through the crowd of ghosts, Zhu Yue quickly figured out what was happening ahead.

The answer to the problem is simple - someone is blocking the road ahead.

So what can stop his "thousands of troops"?

"How can it be!?"

Zhuo Yue looked at the human blocking his way incomprehensibly.

It was not the army of Demon Slayers he had imagined, but only one person.

One person, one knife.

In front of thousands of troops, a golden blade flashing with thunder was stuck on the ground. A golden figure that was very familiar to Zhu Yue stood behind the sun blade, holding the handle of the knife with an expressionless face.

There were still countless corpse guards of evil ghosts scattered in front of this figure. The evil ghosts who came one after another seemed to sense the danger. They instinctively stopped and stared at the figure in front of them.

"This road is blocked." A cold voice came from the man's mouth, without any emotion.

"Zhenyi, you alone want to stop me?"

The expression on Zhu Yue's face became a little ferocious.

He didn't understand how his stupid and clumsy junior brother, who usually only cried, made trouble and hanged himself, had the courage to stand in front of him! ?

That's right, my wife Zenitsu is a complete waste in the eyes of Yue Yue. He only saw the cry-loving side of Zenitsu and thought that this person had no self-esteem and perseverance at all. So he couldn't understand, so he was jealous, why even though this loser didn't have any talent at all and could only learn the Thunder Breathing Style, he could be so valued by that bastard old man! ?

Where did I lose? ?

No, I didn't lose!

I'm the devil now!

Has this idiot ever killed the Winding Ghost? no! No matter how hard you think, you can't beat me, right?

But why, why is Zenitsu's eyes so firm now?

Where does that inexplicable confidence that makes people angry come from! ? This is what makes Zhuo Yue feel the most angry.

Looking at this posture, this coward junior brother is simply too arrogant to try to block his thousands of troops by himself.

"Who do you think you are? Why!?"

Zenitsu didn't answer.

He just took care of himself and pulled out the long knife stuck on the ground.

If you look carefully, you can see that a long line has been cracked where his blade was inserted, dividing the entire space in front of him and behind him. The lightning spreading in the crack has not yet dissipated.

"Your journey is over."

"Ah?"

Zhuo Yue sneered.

He glanced at the line Zenitsu drew on the ground, and he understood the meaning.

He won't be allowed to cross this line, because this idiot junior brother came specially to intercept and kill him.

"Just you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, without giving Zenitsu any chance to react, Yue Yue's figure disappeared from the spot.

A jet of black lightning crossed the group of evil spirits and struck in the direction of Zenitsu.

Breath of Thunder·Four Types·Far Thunder.

With dark lightning lingering around his body, Gogaku held the handle of the sword tightly and rushed towards Zenitsu. The moment he approached Zenitsu, a deafening thunder sounded, which was the sound of the sword being unsheathed.

The sharp slash struck at Zenitsu's neck, cruelly and mercilessly, without any hesitation, in an attempt to kill him with one blow.

But what greeted him was Zenitsu's indifferent gaze.

Shanyi raised his head and glanced at the long knife that was surrounded by dark thunder light.

"Slow as hell. Rubbish."

"bass--"

The sound of swords sounded.

This is not the sword-drawing technique of Breath of Thunder, just an ordinary sword swing.

Zenitsu waved the blade with his right hand, creating a sonic boom sound caused by the friction between the blade and the air.

"Is this the only thing you learned from your teacher?"

"!?"

A cold voice sounded in Zhu Yue's ears. Before that, his hand holding the knife broke.

"when?"

When he didn't react, Zenitsu kept dodging his blows, and in turn cut off his arm holding the knife, and even got close to him and whispered in his ear.

The voice was cold and ruthless, making him feel a chill.

"That's just as well, because you don't deserve to learn anything from a teacher."

"Whoosh——"

"hateful!"

Angry voices came from the group of evil spirits.

Zhuo Yue quickly retreated and hid among the evil ghosts again, but Shan Yi did not stop him and just looked at him contemptuously.

"Click——"

The blade fell to the ground and was stepped on by Zenitsu.

He did it on purpose, because he knew that his scumbag senior brother had a mysterious obsession with being a swordsman, as if he could only feel safe if he held a sword, and he was an extremely timid person.

"So between us, who is the real coward?"

"Asshole, damn it, damn it! Crush him to death!"

Angry roars came from the group of evil ghosts. Zhuo Yue's severed arm quickly grew back. He persistently used the ghost blood to condense the blade again, waving the ferocious long black knife and commanding the evil ghosts to pounce on it. Good at ease.

He didn't understand how this good-for-nothing junior brother could suddenly become completely different from before.

He heard that the smelly old man seemed to have committed suicide after he left?

This is good news. The only regret is that it seems that the rescue was not carried out in time? What a shame.

Is it just because of this boring thing? Just because of this, this brat took all his grievances out on me? Zhuo Yue's face was full of resentment, "Why! Sure enough, both you and that stinky old man deserve to die!"

Perhaps his roar gave the evil ghosts courage, or perhaps the thoughtless evil ghosts could only obey the orders of their superiors. The originally hesitant evil ghosts finally pounced on him.

Their roars continued, and each of them waved their sharp claws, as if they wanted to tear the humans in front of them into pieces.

"No one can survive such a charge intact!"

Yue Yue firmly believes in this.

There are so many evil ghosts that even a pure charge is enough to crush any human being of flesh and blood.

The only way to survive is to find a way to escape, but there is only one way here. The evil ghosts have almost crowded the entire passage, and there is nowhere to hide!

However, Zenitsu didn't even think about hiding.

He was still staring at Zhuo Yue with an expressionless face. From the beginning to the end, his eyes never left this figure that he hated.

As for the other stuff? never mind.

After this period of thinking, Zenitsu discovered that fear is the most useless emotion.

Because I am afraid that I will not win, I will even miss out on a lot of things.

At this moment, this emotion has long been crushed by anger.

Although angry, Zenitsu was calm as never before, because he only had one idea, very pure, which was to cut off the neck of the ghost in front of him, that's all.

He slowly tightened the handle of the knife, "One knife is enough to kill you."

Breath of Thunder·Seven Types·Fire Thunder God.

There are only six types of Breath of Thunder. Zenitsu has only learned the first type. He has no talent and cannot learn the rest, so now...he created the seventh type.

This is his own sword skill, born out of anger.

Extremely fast, a thunder of anger capable of penetrating everything.

The sword rises and the thunder falls.

The evil ghosts that came in like a tide were torn apart by the sharp thunder.

"What on earth is this..." Zhuo Yue looked at everything in front of him in shock. At this moment, he had no time to react, and his whole body was still in a daze because the knife was too fast.

This was a sword that he couldn't understand. Even if there were countless evil ghosts in between, it still couldn't slow down Zenitsu at all.