Demon Slayer: The Forest Pillar

Under the moonlight, Shinichi stood with his upper body naked, bent over and struggling. On his back was a spherical rock that was ten times bigger than him.

The violent panting sounded like the sound of a broken bellows, and beads of sweat kept sliding down Shinichi's body.

Shinichi's body after the demonization reached a peak in both proportion and appearance, with just the right six-pack abs, strong and stylish arms, clear mermaid lines, and blood vessels faintly protruding under the skin. This was a perfect body that would make most women crazy.

But Shinichi's face looked quite ferocious at this time, with bloodshot eyes, blue veins on his forehead, clenched teeth, and black hair completely wet with sweat. The huge rock on his back was too heavy, and he was almost at his limit.

"Roar!..." Because of the excessive force, Shinichi's throat actually let out a series of low roars, and the scarlet in his eyes also tended to deepen. The fangs in his mouth and the claws on his fingertips unconsciously stretched out.

Just before Shinichi was about to go crazy, the voice of Grandpa Morimu suddenly came from the huge rock on his back, "Shinichi! Hold on! Don't be confused by the power after the demonization! Only by relying on your own strength can you practice the real forest breath! There is still the last half a quarter of an hour, hold on! Don't give up!"

It turned out that Grandpa Morimu was still standing on the huge rock. At this time, he also loudly encouraged Shinichi to hold on. Grandpa Morimu's voice made Shinichi's gradually irritable eyes more clear, "Ah!!" The low roar in his throat also turned back to the angry roar of a human boy.

Finally, half a quarter of an hour later, bang! ! With a loud bang, the huge rock fell down, smashing a pit in the ground, plop! Shinichi sat directly on the ground, his chest heaving violently.

Old man Mori also jumped off the giant rock, and took out a kettle that had been prepared from a wooden box on the side, and handed it to Shinichi. Shinichi was not polite, and took it and swallowed the tea in the kettle in big gulps.

That's right, the tea in the kettle was wisteria tea, and Shinichi drank wisteria tea not because he needed to replenish water after intense training, but to curb his own demonic power.

The wisteria flower element, which is highly toxic to ordinary evil spirits, has become a tool for Shinichi to temporarily suppress his demonic power. In fact, when old man Mori proposed that Shinichi drink more wisteria tea at the beginning, Shinichi once thought that old man Mori regretted not wanting to teach him the breathing method and wanted to poison himself. However, in later attempts, Shinichi found that wisteria tea would not cause any harm to him, but would suppress the originally powerful demonic power in his body.

Relying on wisteria tea to suppress his own power, Shinichi was able to practice forest breathing with old man Mori, which was destined to be a difficult road of practice.

Although the power was suppressed, the physical fitness and strength of Shinichi after the transformation into a ghost were there, which was definitely not comparable to that of ordinary people. Therefore, in order to train Shinichi, Grandpa Mori increased the training volume of ordinary people by a hundred times!

Of course, Shinichi didn't know all this. He always thought that the intensity of the training of the Mori family for generations was the same as his own. He couldn't help but respect Grandpa Mori and his family ancestors in his heart.

Breathing method Breathing method, the most important thing is of course breathing. Practicing forest breathing not only ensures that you can feel the natural breathing, but also allows the majestic vitality behind the natural breathing to be integrated into every blood vessel, every muscle, and every cell of your body, so that you can be filled with huge vitality!

So a training that can be regarded as hell for Shinichi, a ghost, began.

Carrying a huge rock weighing nearly 20 tons for two hours is just one of the links.

He ran 100,000 meters back and forth in the underground mine where the Mori family used to live. The oxygen in the mine was extremely thin. He dragged a 20-meter-long wooden grain-carrying boat of the Mori family back and forth in the river next to Asano River Village. He also had to withstand countless slashes of the Forest Breathing Land Type used by Grandpa Mori every day. Of course, the slashes were weakened. There were also various other trainings that sounded like cruel punishments in the eighteen levels of hell.

If it were an ordinary person, he would be exhausted to death in two days if he continued to train at such an intensity, but Shinichi would not, because he is a ghost, he can't be tired to death. If Shinichi returned to his original world with his current physique, he would never starve to death, because the immortal ghost physique is simply a natural working saint body!

Just kidding, under the devilish training that even Grandpa Mori himself was terrified, Shinichi has undergone earth-shaking changes in just half a year.

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The wind gently blew the hair around my ears, and a slender white hand rested on my waist.The hilt of the wooden sword in the middle, his eyes slightly closed, his handsome face calm.

Suddenly! A sharp whistling sound from the sky came into his ears, as if something was hitting him like a cannonball.

The whistling sound was getting closer and closer, but the slightly closed eyes still had no intention of opening. Soon, a black shadow was clearly visible.

Finally, the white and slender hands moved, "Forest Breathing·Type 5·Cangzhu Breaking the Sky!" The ordinary wooden sword was raised in an instant, and the green slash was cut out instantly, and the stone chips flew, and a rock the size of a human head was shattered into powder.

The slightly closed eyes slowly opened, and the scarlet eyes that had always carried a hint of tyranny had turned into a softer and calmer peach color. Without even looking behind him, Shinichi slowly put away the wooden sword.

Sure enough, the next second, crisp applause rang out behind him. Grandpa Morimu smiled with satisfaction, clapping and saying, "I guessed right, Shinichi, you are a genius who has surpassed all the children of Morimu. You are much stronger than I was back then. I have nothing to teach you about the first seven forms of Forest Breathing."

After hearing the voice of Grandpa Morimu, Shinichi slowly turned around. No matter who saw Shinichi's appearance now, no one would think that this handsome and arrogant boy would be a ghost.

What a joke, how could such a good-looking boy be a ghost? Where does he have the characteristics of a ghost? Does he have fangs in his mouth? It's just that the canine teeth are a little sharp, and there are no scary claws on his fingertips? And this boy exudes a strong scent of wisteria flowers. Which evil ghost would like such a strong scent of wisteria flowers?

"Grandpa, I'm proud that you praise me like this." Shinichi said with a smile. His tone was not as impatient and impulsive as at the beginning. Shinichi, who was practicing the Forest Breathing at all times, seemed to be immersed in the soft and majestic natural vitality, which made people feel a sense of affinity when they saw him.