Through the clouds, the full moon shines brightly and caresses the flow.

Waving its wings, it rose up at a height of 100 meters when it flowed, until the people and buildings on the ground seemed to have turned into small black dots.

"Kill a hundred people in one day... Can the ghost killing team ignore this news?"

When the flow is flowing, my heart is heavy.

There are only so many humans in Asakusa. According to the killing method that Muzaka Kimuzan said, he wants to completely expose the existence of ghosts and break up with humans.

Why did his confidence come from?

Maybe it's because of myself...

Does Muzan Kimuzan want to capture himself desperately?

After leaving the urban area, dense forests and continuous green mountains in the distance gradually appeared below, extending everywhere, lying quietly there, unchanging forever, and the world has never changed.

Along the straight line, the low scenery constantly changes, flying at a constant speed towards the Eternal Pure Land Buddhism, thinking silently in my mind.

Now, he is actually an immortal body, not afraid of the sun, immortality, at least with the standards of Muzan Kimuzan, he can achieve immortality for a thousand years.

And the only nemesis may be Muzan Kimuzan, who can devour ghosts like him.

Muzan Kibutsumi Muzan can swallow his flesh and blood as long as it is contact between his body. He is very restrained and can never fight with his fists and feet. His only weakness is the sun and sunlight.

Thinking of this, I had some clarity when I was flowing.

He and Muzan Kitsumi were like two people who were racing for their lives. He died first at the hands of Muzan Kitsumi. Muzan Kitsumi became a perfect creature, and the world was under his control. Muzan Kitsumi died in Kawaru's hands, and he would have the ability of Muzan Kitsumi, no longer had weaknesses and became a new ghost king, but Kawaru's life would not create such creatures as ghosts again.

"I don't know if the people from the Demon Slayer Team have arrived at the All-Eternal Pure Land Sect."

He raised his head and found that the full moon had disappeared at some point. The orange-red sun, which was born halfway through the cycle, appeared in the sky, and the sky gradually became brighter.

I feel a little tired when I flow.

In the past few days, he has been fighting three places in succession, fighting Akaza, Bantiangou, Kurohimu, and Muzan Kitsumi. Although the energy in his body is still full, his tense spirit has consumed a lot of energy, and his brain wants to rest.

Since I became a ghost, I rarely slept when I was flowing.

But this time, he was too tired, not physically tired, but mentally tired, and tired from the depths of his brain.

I looked down and found that I didn’t find any towns and villages nearby when I was flowing.

He lowered his flight altitude and found an area full of rocks, landing on a flat boulder the size of three or four people.

It is relatively barren, surrounded by stones of different sizes. A few dozen meters away, there is a green forest wrapped in this stone area. Centennial ancient trees are densely crowded together, and thick vines are entangled on the rough trunks, leaving no roads for people to walk on.

Where this kind of bird does not shit, there are few wild animals and no people, and there are probably no ghosts around.

The Dou Qi sensed the circles of sweeping around. After not sensing the threat, he lay back when the river flowed, relaxed his mind, and started fighting with his upper and lower eyelids, slowly closing.

Just as he closed his eyes, he fell asleep deeply and entered deep sleep.

As time passes by minute by minute, the sun rises from the east, no longer a half-wheeled look hidden in the horizon.

The warm sunshine shines, and the body is covered with broken gold colors as it flows. It looks peaceful.

His breathing is even and long and full of rhythm.

Even when sleeping, the body is still operating on its breathing method.

The afterglow that was difficult to see with the naked eye, accompanied by the breath of the Fire God, slowly entered the body of the stream, and turned into the fiery feather energy he could use, strengthening his body.

Compared with the direct absorption of ghost's life energy, this energy from the sun's rays is not much, but it is long, stable, and comes with a hot breath, which makes the river feel warm and comfortable to turn over.

Unconsciously, the feathers unfolded automatically, shaking gently, as if they were breathing naturally. The feathers made of energy were slightly blooming with a slight light, absorbing something, becoming brighter and brighter.

There is no chlorophyll when flowing, but it seems that photosynthesis can be achieved through the breath of Vulcan.

In the future, even if the ghosts die, he doesn't have to worry about losing the source of energy and falling into bloodthirsty madness. However, the high-intensity and hysterical battle may still be difficult to control, just like the day when he saved the Butterfly Ninja.

From the time I fell asleep to this bright noon, I slept for about six hours and had almost rested.

His eyelashes trembled and had already retreated from his deep sleep.

But he did not wake up when the river flowed. In a daze, his chaotic consciousness revived and came to a familiar place.

"This is...my home?"

When the river flowed, he opened his eyes and appeared in his sight. A familiar and somewhat unfamiliar wooden house.

There is an open space in front of the wooden house, which is clean and tidy. It can be seen that people often clean it. There are oblique cypress trees of varying heights. In the cypress forest, there is a gray path leading to other places, which can be used for people to walk around.

Even further away, when you look up when you look up, you can only see the hazy fog color, and the messy snowflakes that appear when electrical appliances are damaged.

"Is this feeling a dream? I really want it to be my home, but this wooden house is a bit different. It is decorated in a brand new way and lacks traces of repaired by my father because of the cracks."

Within a few breaths, I realized that I was in a dream, a dream that was much clearer than an ordinary dream, almost the same as reality.

Intuition tells him that as long as he gathers his energy, he can easily wake up from his dream.

But it didn't do this when the river flowed.

Because, when he saw his body suddenly change, his consciousness was broken, and part of his vision gradually rose to the sky, looking down at the surroundings.

This feeling is quite wonderful, like the third person and first person vision coexist, watching one's body change, and it is still impossible to control the process.

And the person he became was a little surprised when Chuanliu became.

Red hair, black eyes, round face, and a height of about 1.7 meters.

He looks very much like his younger brother Tanjiro, but his expression looks much older than him.

When I was in the river, I saw myself trotting into the house with the picked tea leaves in my hand.

The vision also moved from outside the house to inside the enclosure.

The burning small fire, simple and simple decoration, almost no bench seats, and a short bed...

When I looked around, I became more and more sure that this was my home, my home a long time ago.

And there were four people in the house.

Two men and two women, three are big and one is small.

The man who became himself, who looked like Tanjiro, had just pushed open the door and entered the room.

A young man with a plain face, deep and calm eyes, and a handsome appearance, very much like a human form of Black Death Mu. He has long black hair with red hair and a high ponytail, wearing a sunflower paper earring that is exactly the same as himself, and has dark red flame markings on his left forehead.

At his hand was a little girl like a little bean, very young, holding his palm, drooling and biting.

On the low bed, a beautiful and gentle woman was asleep, covered with a simple bedding. She was a little tired between her eyebrows, but she smiled at the corner of her mouth, showing a happy and peaceful appearance.

"Yuanyi, I'm really troubled you. Zhu Mizi is sleeping. You just came back from the ghost killing team and you still have to play with Xiaojin. I don't have any good things at home, so I'll make you a cup of tea. This is the seed I found on the mountain and then planted by myself. Zhu Mizi is very
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