99 wives, all of them are myself

First of all, the sword skills in the world of Demon Slayer: Blade are only shown in the animation for the audience to watch, and there are actually no special effects at all.

Secondly, even Wu Mi, the ghost king, the ancestor of ghosts who possessed all the blood ghost arts of dead ghosts, and released all the blood ghost arts related to wind from ancient times to the present, could not reach the level of changing the sky!

"Hold...hand, don't...stop, don't...let me go..."

Intermittent crash cries came from the storm.

There is indeed no power of the sun in the emerald wind, theoretically it cannot cause fatal damage to him, but...

Every cell trembled under this force, and Wu Mi could clearly feel the absolute oppressive force.

"Don't stop? Don't let you go?" Qing Cong slender fingers lightly tapped her lips, Butterfly Chanae blinked playfully, "It's the first time I've heard such a request! Don't worry, I won't let you go .”

"Ah... ah... ah!"

Wu Mi is like a death row prisoner who is being tortured.

But the screams reached Zhongzhu's ears, but it was so pleasant, it made people feel happy.

"This, this is!!!"

The obstetrician arrived with the support of his wife and children, and stared blankly at this supernatural scene.

Soon, he reacted.

The monster that locked the only remaining light in the horizon into the storm laughed happily, tears and coughed up blood.

Wu Mi attempted to split his body into 1800 pieces by using the trick he used to escape from Yuan Yi, which was his strongest means of saving his life.

As long as there is still a fragment left, it can be completely restored by using the incomparable recovery ability.

However, wood da!

Butterfly Kanae raised her hand slightly, the green wind blade fell lightly, and the melodious wind bloomed again with the cyan brilliance.

The dark green tornado looks like a violent black dragon, the wind blades rotate, 1800 pieces?

All 180000 pieces have to be turned into minced meat and residue.

"Everyone!" Behind Zisan Yashiki, Bai Qi walked over holding Butterfly Ninja's hand, calling out to attract everyone's attention.

When the eyes of all the pillars came together, Bai Qi looked at the rock pillar and said with a light smile:

"Mr. Beimingyu, use a meteor hammer to smash everyone's sun wheel knives into pieces, let us add some food to Wu Mi~!"

Beimingyu Xingming was taken aback when he heard the words, and it took a few seconds for him to react. The astonishment on the faces of the rest of the people gradually turned into ecstasy like a stormy sea!

Mr. Bai is the real Living Buddha!

The pillars quickly handed the sun wheel knife to the rock pillar, and Beimingyu Xingming waved the meteor hammer to smash the blade to pieces.

Bai Qi and Lei have one soul and two bodies. At this moment, Lei is in the same state as Butterfly Chanae, and they are completely connected with each other.

After smashing, before the rock pillar had time to move, the emerald green breeze rose, engulfing the fragments of the sun wheel knife and flowing towards the storm.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

Wu Mi's screams increased a few decibels again.

One, two, wild and hearty laughter sounded out one after another, being carried by Cui Feng to Wu Mi's ears.

Absolutely crushing Wumi's power, this level of effort is nothing to Lei, she can easily maintain it until dawn.

Do you understand the concept of sleeping for 485 years? (Tactical back)

Wu Mi was able to speak at first, but now he is roaring without rules, unable to understand the specific words at all.

In the storm, the ghost king was killed.

On the ground, people were laughing wildly.

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Chapter 45

no misery no misery

There are far more cruel and sad lives in the world than simple death.

Blood is flowing out all the time, and even every drop of blood is cut by bright emerald green.

The ghost king is not without pain.

During the three-hour Ling Chi, I endured unimaginable pain, my body was literally torn into pieces, and my soul felt as cold as an ice cellar.

But no matter how sad, no matter how cruel, no matter how painful, Wu Mi still wants to live.

live!

If Kanae can hear Wu Mi's heart, maybe she doesn't mind helping Wu Mi realize his wish when she is able in the future.

Like a certain crumb boss, let him enjoy the long and incomparable life of "never touching the truth of death".

It's a pity that the current Baiqis don't have this level of power, so...

Following Wu Mi's ugly struggling posture, the smile on Butterfly Chana Hui's delicate and flawless pretty face became brighter and brighter.

Countless emerald-green luminous particles rotated to form a turbulent and violent tornado, constantly shrinking inward, and blowing Gui Wu Tsuji Wuyou to a higher sky.

it's painful!

Really painful!

The soul seemed to be overwhelmed by the turbulent wind, and as the height rose, Wu Mi was crushed by the chill and the fear that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Wu miserable screamed and inflated his body, forming a flesh armor to protect his body.

But it didn't work!

The emerald green wind blade easily penetrates and shatters the armor.

The frightening vitality, driven by the survival instinct, drove the dilapidated meat ball to continue to expand.

Its posture is the image of a baby who is still surrounded by death in the mother's womb, which is called the posture of a dead baby!

Yanzhu is the strongest pillar of the Ghost Killing Squad (except Miss Butterfly), and the weapons he uses are also extraordinary.

Both the meteor hammer and the hand ax are made of extremely high-purity refined iron. Just looking for forging materials took several years of time in the knife forging village.

But right now, the power of the dead baby can even break and destroy the broad axe and meteor hammer.

The body proliferates continuously, and the innocence of the dead baby can even walk in the sun for a short time!

The huge baby shell can protect Wu Mi from being wiped out by the sun in an instant.

All kinds of distorted flesh and blood, wriggling, swelling, pulling, and changing.

The red flesh and blood opened holes, gushing wind and air currents and other blood ghosts, pushing the body of the dead baby, hoping to escape the tornado.

But still useless!

The light and sharp spiral of emerald green wind wantonly cut and shredded the huge dead baby, and the hurricane took it further up.

Butterfly Chana Hui accompanied by the wind.

Surrounded by green wind, flesh and blood melted.

The shrill cry contains a thousand years of regret and resentment!

The trembling voice and slightly crying begging for mercy made people laugh.

"Ah, ah, Mr. Wu Mi, don't be in a hurry~!"

Butterfly Kanae's voice sounded like coaxing a child, or warmly entertaining a long-awaited guest.

"Even if you are the king of ghosts, you haven't overlooked the world from this perspective, have you? Come~ I'll show you, right now, right now we can watch the sunrise together and enjoy sunbathing together!"

Ink like a crow's feather, purple like a vine flower, and the smooth long hair fluttering in gradient colors.

"Unfortunately, I couldn't prepare wisteria flower tea to entertain Mr. Wu Mi."

The green wind surrounds the butterfly girl and soars above the flowing clouds.

Flowing clouds are like a sea, above the sea of ​​clouds, the stars fade away, and the moonlight dims.

When the moon and the stars set, it means...

"day!!!"

The feeling of cold gradually disappeared, and Wu Mi felt the warmth, which he had been away from for thousands of years.

Its name is - Sunshine!

The green wind drives away the flying clouds and mist, and the aftermath is filled with the soft morning sun.

"Just like the sun piercing through the night, the dawn quietly crosses the sky~?" The happy girl sang cutely.

In the dawn of dawn, warm golden threads descend across the distant skyline.

"Do not!!!"

The pale skin gradually turned into scorched black, this is just a few traces of the rising sun, the power is not enough to die, but if you don't leave now...

"Narune! Naruto!"

At some point, the tornado had stopped, and Oni Wu Tsuji screamed, "What are you doing, Naruto!!!"

The paper sliding door of Blood Ghost Art·Infinite City opened, but was torn apart by Cuifeng in an instant.

All kinds of blood ghosts, flames burst, thunder surged, and flesh and blood ejected.

But it is useless in front of the Seven Brilliant Treasure Tree.

This is not a dimensional power.

"As expected of the King of Ghosts, even now, there is still so much power left." Seeing Wu Mi's struggle, Butterfly Kanae couldn't help sighing.

The scorched black was connected into one piece, and the bloodshot giant baby struggled frantically.

"He wants to escape?"

"But can't escape?"

Butterfly Chanae sang a song that fit the scene very well in memory.

"Ah!" Butterfly Kanae raised her head, as if she suddenly remembered something.

Putting up a slender finger, she smiled and said to Wu Mi, who was still struggling in the distance.

"There is one thing I forgot to tell Mr. Wu Mi."

"Actually, the ancient book you got, including the information about the blue Bana flower, is all fake!"

"I asked someone to make it specially, hehe~ Isn't it very similar?"

Butterfly Kanae blinked at Wu Mi, like a cute girl who had done something extraordinary and was expecting praise.

Ghost Mai Tsuji trembled, he was about to explode!

Watching the sluggish Kimai Tsuji, a bright smile bloomed on Butterfly Kanae's face.

"However, I do know the information about the blue Bana~!"

"Cyan... the flower of the other shore..."

"Yes, Mr. Wu Mian must have been very reluctant to die after chasing the blue flower of the other side for thousands of years, right?"

"So, when Mr. Wu Mi is dying, I can fulfill your wish and take you to the place where the blue flowers bloom!" Butterfly Chana Hui's voice was as gentle as ever.

That bright and gentle smile was reflected in Onimai Tsuji's wide-open eyes, and he seemed to feel a strange warmth.

Like the sun shining into my heart.

A small hope burned stubbornly in Onimai Tsuji's heart, and a faint light shone in his eyes.

If you can get the blue Bana flower...

"No, where is it? Did you see it? That's where the blue Bana flowers bloom."

Above the high-altitude flowing clouds, Butterfly Chana Hui stretched out a slender finger, pointing to the open space in the mountains and forests around the original residence of Zaomen's family.