After becoming a half-ghost, he was out of Muzan's control. Naturally, he couldn't kill the half-ghost with a thought, but he could just poke a fingernail into the head and inject blood into it, and it would die immediately.

Watching the half-ghost explode into a blood mist, Muzan wiped his hands with a piece of cloth in disgust.

Douma suddenly felt that there should be a limit to having fun.

Who knows if Lord Muzan gets mad one day and uses him to set off fireworks.

"Let's go."

Muzan said as he went deeper inside.

He felt that he should get a Nichirin sword. He still preferred to poke the head to give blood, rather than deal with half-ghosts.

Douma followed with a smile.

Because there were quite a few people participating in the assessment, and there were also many ghosts on Fujixi Mountain, there were faint cries for help, screams, fighting sounds, and roars from all directions in the forest...

But because Fujixi Mountain is not small, there are also some places that are very quiet.

After Muzan easily dealt with a few blind ghosts, he heard screams.

"Help! Help! I don't want to die!!"

"Don't eat me! Please don't eat me!"

The voice was full of fear and desire to survive.

Muzan looked in the direction where the sound came from, glanced at Douma, and turned and ran in that direction.

After passing through several trees that blocked his eyes, he saw a female ghost with a hideous face, blood and meat on the corners of her mouth, and horns on her head. She opened her mouth so big that she could swallow a human head in one bite, and pounced on a man.

The man held a knife to block the female ghost's mouth, even using the strength of sucking milk, and his arms were shaking from the oppression.

Muzan's speed did not slow down. As soon as the ghost girl heard the footsteps, a sole of his foot was reflected in her eyes.

Bang!

Muzan kicked the ghost girl mercilessly, and she was kicked away directly. She hit the ground several times with great elasticity, and finally rolled twice and stopped under the tree.

She roared like a beast, climbed up angrily, and the internal injuries and skin abrasions caused by the collision healed quickly. She stared at Muzan cautiously.

The person saved by Muzan hurriedly climbed up: "Thank you..."

Muzan glanced at him and had to say that he was lucky: "Lend you the Sun Wheel Sword."

Muzan grabbed the sword in the man's hand, weighed it, and felt good, and then a smile appeared on his face.

Sun Breathing——

One-shaped round dance!

A touch of red spread quickly, quickly occupying the entire black blade, turning it into a bright red like the sun.

Ghost: "???"

The scorching heat wave hit, and the female ghost was completely unable to resist such a terrifying momentum. The arc-shaped slash of flames directly chopped off his head with one knife.

But chopping off a ghost did not seem to make Muzan very happy. Although it should be a very interesting thing for the ghost king to use the Sun Breathing, it reminded him of the memory of being chased and chopped by Yunyi with the red sword...

No need to use the Sun Breathing for anything!

And Douma on the side never expected that why you, a ghost king, would use the Sun Breathing!

Ghost King, Sun Breathing, chop ghosts?

Muzan raised the knife vertically in front of his eyes and looked at it.

Adjust the breathing.

Water Breathing——

The red color of the blade faded with Muzan's control, and before the black color appeared, it was quickly occupied by a touch of azure blue.

Looking at the blue blade, Muzan was satisfied.

Really, it's just right for the ghost king to use Tanjiro's breathing.

~( ̄▽ ̄)~

What Sun Breathing!

The man on the side was simply stunned!

Why does the Nichirin Sword in your hand change color! ! !

"Big, big brother, can you take me with you?"

No matter what, let's find a big leg to hug first.

Anyway, he doesn't want to be a demon hunter in the Demon Slayer Corps now. He can't beat him, he really can't beat him, he just wants to live!

Muzan looked at him, holding his Nichirin Sword in his hand: "Okay, but can you lend me your Nichirin Sword?"

"No problem, no problem! I'll give you the Nichirin Sword!"

The man did not hesitate, living is more important than anything else! Just one Nichirin Sword, it's no problem to give you ten more!

"Okay, follow you."

Douma saw that Muzan had a Nichirin Sword in his hand, and suddenly wanted to get one too.

Looking at Muzan: "Sir, I'm going over there."

"Be careful."

Muzan reminded him, but didn't care much. If Douma wanted to go play, let him go.

However, he still reminded Douma that he couldn't kill people if he wanted the Nichirin Sword.

Douma readily agreed.

He thought it would be nice to get a Nichirin Sword by saving people like Muzan did.

After all, he was a gentle teacher.

Lord, it is his mission to save the world.

Muzan has the memory of all the ghosts, so he knows the sun and moon breathing. With a hundred years of experience, he can switch most of the breathing at will.

So, those who follow Muzan are simply numb.

Haha, this is the first time I see the sun wheel sword changing colors like fireworks, and even a rainbow color and colorful black are created for him!

The sun wheel sword has become your palette, right? !

Muzan is really playing with it, water breathing, fire breathing, moon breathing, thunder breathing, wind breathing...

You can play with all kinds of breathing as you want, and each breathing takes turns to kill ghosts.

Fujishizan's ghost is simply collapsed, what the hell!

At this moment, Muzan is waving the black and colorful sun wheel sword, chasing the three and a half ghosts.

The half ghosts are screaming like ghosts and wolves.

"Help!!!"

"Don't kill me!!!"

"Please! Let me go!"

......

Cries for help and screams rang out in every place they stepped into.

"Run! Hehehe! You can't escape!"

"No ghost can save you even if you scream your throat out!"

Muzan chased like a cat playing with a mouse, with a perverted smile on his face.

Others heard it as if a ghost was chasing someone.

Four figures, three running and one chasing.

The ghosts next to him saw the cry for help and thought it was a ghost chasing someone, so they popped their heads out to grab the prey.

But when they saw Muzan, a "human" with a terrifying aura, they turned around and ran without saying a word.

I'd rather die than let my friend die!

It's so funny. There is no such thing as helping each other among ghosts. If they couldn't kill each other, they would fight for the blood of Muzan-sama in other ghosts.

But it was obvious that this ghost was not as fast as the three. Muzan passed by and slashed past with a knife. A flash of yellow passed by. A ghost did not slow down Muzan's speed at all.

The ghost being chased was simply useless!

How could he not even slow him down!

A person was attracted by the sound and thought it was an evil ghost chasing a person, but he was dragged by an evil ghost. He was a little anxious for a while, but the three figures running away in panic passed by him.

Ghost?

Which big brother is so fierce?

Chasing three ghosts?

Without time to think about it, he waved his knife to block the attack of the evil ghost. This ghost was stronger than he thought. I'm afraid...

The next moment, a figure with a purple-red shadow flashed by, and he didn't react yet, wow!

The ghost fighting with him had his head cut off...

The man stared blankly at the four figures getting farther and farther away, and couldn't help but spit out two words:

Awesome!

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