Demon Slayer: I will play the ancestor of the Flame Pillar

The old man was very angry.

"Ahhh, what's going on? I can't sleep at all."

At Saburo's house, Tanjiro rolled back and forth on the bed. I don't know if it's because he has heard too many stories. He can't fall asleep now.

His heart was beating wildly, as if something bad was going to happen.

And as soon as he closed his eyes, Tanjiro's mind was full of black dragons, ghosts, and Mr. Purgatory's face covered with patterns.

Ah, no, no, that's a mask.

Tanjiro slapped his head hard, but when he mentioned Mr. Purgatory, he couldn't help but think of that strange sentence.

"Tsugikoku, do I know this person? Why did Mr. Purgatory mistake me? And we just met for the first time. What is the Breath of Fire? Ahhhhh..."

Touching his ancestral earrings, Tanjiro wrapped himself tightly in a quilt.

"Don't think about it anymore, Tanjiro, fall asleep quickly, go back early tomorrow, don't wait until dawn..."

Just as Tanjiro tossed and turned, on the other side, on the road leading to Kumotori Mountain in the heavy snow, a figure wearing a patchwork feather cloth suddenly stopped.

"Kumotori, the place where the crow said, are the evil spirits haunting this mountain?"

The young man with a cold expression blinked his sea-blue eyes, trying to identify the path ahead, and worried secretly in his heart.

"This time the evil spirit may be unusual. No matter who it is, please hold on and don't fall down before I get here..."

………………

And at this moment in Kumotori Mountain.

"That's it?"

"You're even easier to beat than Akaza."

Looking at the lying Muzan, Lin Heng slowly put away his red sword. Although his tone was sarcastic, he was full of doubts in his heart.

If Muzan's strength was just like this, there would be no need for so much preparation. He had been so well prepared since his arrival, but it was useless. It felt like a punch on cotton.

Shaking his head vigorously, Lin Heng threw all distracting thoughts behind him.

"Don't be careless. Don't let your guard down before you confirm that Muzan is dead."

"Damn it, damn it, if I hadn't prepared in advance..."

Feeling the constant burning sensation on his body, the fallen ghost king also woke up from the frenzy and stood up unwillingly.

"I was too careless this time."

Muzan shook his body slightly, and the bud-like flesh and blood continued to grow, sewing up the broken muscles around him.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the damage caused by Lin Heng's red sword is slowly recovering.

"Rengoku Heng Shoulang, I admit that you are indeed extraordinary, but do you really think that you can kill me?"

The red sword still cannot cause fatal damage. In the original book, it would be meaningless even if the neck was cut off, but it is hard to say in this strange situation.

"If you slip away like a mouse, I may not be able to catch you."

Lin Heng looked up at the sky. There were still about a few hours before dawn.

If the scum boss used traditional skills and tried to escape, he would definitely not be stopped, but looking at the other party's changes, Lin Heng's mouth curled up.

It seems that Muzan is not going to escape this time.

"Instead of running away with your tail between your legs, you choose to continue fighting? That's hard to say."

After retracting the pipe whips in his hands and behind his back, Muzan only left the eight fastest and most powerful pipe whips on his legs floating outside.

At the same time, a large number of armored red proliferated from his body, surrounding Muzan layer by layer. From a distance, it looked like a huge heart completely surrounded by black scales.

However, the radius of this heart is 2.5 meters, and Wuzan's slightly dull voice came from inside.

"Are you really determined to fight me until dawn, Purgatory?"

"Whether you can kill him or not, we have to try to know."

Holding the limit distance of the pipe whip, Lin Heng paced around Wuzan to observe, while swinging the red knife in his hand at a high speed, cutting out a series of 'X'-shaped burning sword marks.

"Breathing of Flame, my style, Seventh Form, Devouring·Frenzy Burning Fang."

"Hmph, it's just a waste of effort."

Wrapped in the armored red, Wuzan didn't take these attacks seriously at all, and just stood still and took them all.

The flame fangs penetrated the hard carapace layer by only a few inches, and couldn't even touch the edge of Wuzan inside.

Lin Heng's steps did not stop, and the red knife in his hand continued to cut out bone-eroding flame fangs.

What's going on? The other party can't waste energy on meaningless things.

Sensing his body carefully, Muzan's face suddenly changed.

After all, his control was too weak. The armor around him was torn and did not recover at all. The effect of each slash was extremely long-lasting, and the damage even gradually spread to other parts.

Swish——!

The tube shot out, dancing wildly in the air, tearing all the fangs that came to attack into pieces.

Did you realize it?

He shook his head with a little pity, but Lin Heng's goal had been achieved. A lot of the armor on the outside was cut off and it was difficult to regenerate.

Slightly lowering his body, Lin Heng gently stroked his heart.

The next moment, the fire of purgatory rose behind him, and the gorgeous wings fell. The golden phoenix was born from the flames, surrounding Lin Heng's whole body.

"Breathing of Flame, my style, Nine Forms, Purgatory."

A crisp phoenix cry echoed in the battlefield, and Lin Heng's figure became one with the Flame Phoenix, like a falling meteor, with a mighty power to take Muzan's head.

Swish, swish, swish...

The divine phoenix swept through the dancing whip rain, Lin Heng shouted angrily, tightly grasped the hilt, and the temperature of the red blade rose again, breaking the attacking pipe whip into pieces and turning it into black smoke.

The golden flames rose, and the wings of the Purgatory Phoenix fully spread. The next moment, along the gap torn by the dancing burning teeth, it fiercely penetrated into Wuzan's body in the astonished eyes of the Ghost King.

Boom!

The golden fire storm swept across the sky and earth with Wuzan as the center, and the snowflakes within a radius of dozens of meters instantly turned into white steam and rose up.

Passing through the heart of the ghost armor, Lin Heng's figure appeared from the fire phoenix.

Bang!

There was a heavy sound of hitting the ground behind Lin Heng, and the ghost armor was completely broken. Only half of Wuzan was left and he coughed weakly a few times.

Although Wuzan's body was cut in half by the red knife and it was difficult to recover, at this moment he showed a victorious smile on his face.

"It hurts so much. The temperature of the red blade is much higher than that of others. Purgatory, you are really cunning enough and I take you seriously, but..."

Crackling.

The armored red blade gushed out of the body without cost, forcibly connecting the upper and lower body, and quickly filling the ghost armor heart.

"It's still a little short. You didn't hit the vital point, and I won't give you another chance."

"So, do you want to continue to waste time with me here and wait until the sun rises together, or do you want to stop fighting now? What should you choose next?"

It's really troublesome. You didn't die like this.

Staring at Muzan who was wearing a tortoise shell, Lin Heng sighed.

There is hope to kill the final boss before the plot begins. Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity will not be common next time. Even if it is abnormal, it must not be missed.

Lin Heng touched his hair irritably, and his eyes gradually darkened.

Without the preparation of the Seventh Form, Purgatory's surprise attack can only be used once. If the opponent is already prepared, it may be difficult to kill him with one blow, and he will be dragged into Muzan's rhythm.

It is unrealistic to kill Muzan without paying any price. In this case, he can only use-

that move...

Gently pressing his chest, Lin Heng slowly bent down, and the rhythm of his breathing method began to change.

His already hot body was activated for the second time, and his heart beat furiously. It seemed that it was not blood but flames that were pumped out with all his strength, and the golden stripes on his forehead began to shine.

If possible, he didn't want to use that move at this stage, after all, the damage to his body was too great.

A terrifying cold light shot out from the red gold eyes, and Lin Heng endured the severe pain all over his body and said softly.

"My style, the final secret, the Picking Form, Huang..."

(The protagonist has practiced the big move for a long time, here is a scene, try to guess the effect)