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

The two of them were so busy that they had to wait for the next battle.

"Two, four, five, in addition to Mingnu, there are two who have not appeared yet."

In the center of the Sword Forging Village, Lin Heng's super perception accurately captured the several upper strings that had appeared.

As far as the current situation is concerned, the pillars who have undergone special training and mastered the patterned red swords have already been reborn, and only Douma's battlefield is still unclear.

Without too much thought, Lin Heng immediately issued an order.

"Yozento Jinsai will leave immediately to support Shimizu and Giyuu."

"Hantengu's body is very small, it should be hiding nearby, let Iguro Obanai and Kanroji Mitsuri speed up the progress, and then disperse to support Tengen and Kyojuro's defense zone."

The crow in the air took the order and left, Lin Heng stood with a knife, and he already had an idea in his mind.

This arrangement on the opposite side does not seem to be the work of Muzan, the boss does not have the command ability at all.

However, no matter how the troops are arranged, the strength of the Demon Slayer Corps has far exceeded the opponent's expectations.

In addition to the invincibility of myself, it is a sure win if it is delayed to the end.

Then there is only one variable left.

Lin Heng narrowed his eyes and stretched his muscles on the spot.

Kokushibo, where will you appear next?

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"Then let me take you all to the paradise together."

Sitting on the lotus, Douma smiled brightly.

With a wave of the iron fan, the hand blade of the Water Lily Bodhisattva fell, and the ice crystal clones that looked like Douma rushed forward.

Boom, boom, boom!

The huge blue wind blade rolled up the ice, and Fuzugawa Shiya used the rising sand and dust to smash the large ice crystal clones and giant hands.

Tomioka Giyuu and Inosuke jumped up and attacked Douma together.

"It seems that these alone can't deal with you."

Douma waved the iron fan, and two ice lotuses in the form of girls formed, slightly opening her mouth to blow deadly cold air at the two.

"Nagi."

Ripples appeared around Giyuu to resist the incoming cold air.

Inosuke waved his two swords over the shoulders of the Bodhisattva and came to Douma in one step.

"Breath of the Beast, Two Fangs, Slash"

The bright silver armor wrapped his whole body lightly, Douma's iron fan blew out ice, and he suppressed Inosuke with a relaxed look.

"I've seen your face before, and it looks exactly like your mother." Douma's face was happy.

"My mother? Are you lying to me?" Inosuke's pupils widened.

Douma shook his head lively after hearing this.

"No, her name is Kotonoha Kotoha, she is a very beautiful beauty, I like her very much, and I originally planned to accompany her until the end of her life."

"Originally!?"

Inosuke's eyes turned red instantly, and some dormant memories slowly revived under this stimulation.

"What did you do to her, you white-haired bastard! Where is she now!?"

Douma showed a look of aftertaste and gave Inosuke a bright smile.

"Don't worry, she has no more sorrow and worries, and has completely merged with me. Everything is in my stomach, not a single bit wasted."

"Go to hell, you white-haired bastard!"

Blue-black claw-shaped markings appeared on his chest, and the furious Inosuke rushed forward without dodging.

Has he lost his mind? Douma's eyes turned cold.

He waved the fan in his hand, and lotus-shaped ice crystals fell all over the sky, ruthlessly attacking the whole body of the angry Inosuke.

Boom——!

The moment before the ice lotus was about to pierce the flesh, the tall Sleeping Mist Bodhisattva under their feet collapsed.

The sharp black sword energy spread from bottom to top.

Under Douma's astonished eyes, the scorching red knife penetrated the armor, leaving an unhealable scar on his chest.

Breath of the wind, land form, black wind and smoke.

"Calm down, Inosuke, you are not the only one who is sad and angry here."

Fuzuigawa Miya, who rose from below, stood in front of Inosuke, staring at Douma with a pair of bloodshot eyes.

"The blood debt he committed is not only your mother, but also Kanae."

"That's right, Inosuke, anger can't solve any problems."

One step behind the two, Giyuu spoke cautiously.

"Be careful of his kagune changes, the upper-rank guys are different from ordinary demons."

Giving Douma a hateful look, Inosuke gradually calmed down and chanted Buddhist scriptures to regain his sanity.

"Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha..."

Douma looked at the few people with his colorful eyes, and asked curiously.

"Unexpectedly difficult, I guess you are also among the best in the pillars

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Without replying, the three of them looked at Douma with murderous eyes, waiting for an opportunity to act.

“It’s really boring, huh! ?”

Douma, who was still trying to chat about family matters, suddenly changed his expression and glanced to the south.

Just a moment ago, he felt that an upper rank had died.

“Oh my, this is not good, Lord Kokushibo might be angry now.”

Douma patted his head and seemed helpless, but his eyes were cold and ruthless.

“I can’t play with you anymore, I’m busy saving a stupid kid now.”

“What do you mean, you can come and go as you please? "Inosuke was about to move, but his body suddenly froze.

Under the shocked gazes of the three people, hexagonal snowflakes suddenly floated in the originally clear night sky.

As the night wind blew, the snow continued to expand, and in a blink of an eye it turned into heavy snow that covered the sky, and the cold air froze the whole body first.

Buddha, Bodhisattva, Vajra, Mingwang, Goddess...

A large number of lifelike, ice crystal kagune mixed creations surrounded the three people, staring at them covetously.

After closing the pair of fans, Douma naturally extended his left hand downward, with his fingertips drooping and his palm facing outward, making the wish seal.

"Blood Demon Art: Neither Thought nor Non-Thought Heaven. "

A gorgeous and sacred ice wheel chariot condensed under his feet, and he waved to the three people with a brilliant smile.

"As expected, I am very good at restraining swordsmen. Be careful not to breathe, otherwise you will die. Good luck to you..."

After the voice fell, under the angry eyes of the three people, Douma rode the chariot and roared westward.

The battle over there was fierce...

(Actually, it was not fair to the ghosts, because their information was a little behind, whether it was for the pillars or the protagonists.)