Taoshan.

After Guying Zhongjia explained his plan to everyone, the three members of the Demon Slayer Team looked at each other and exchanged opinions with their eyes, but they were more unbelievable and eager to try.

Only Yoshio Tomooka Yoshio stood beside the Butterfly Kanae without saying a word.

He thought for a while, then suddenly asked Gu Ying Zhongjia: "Where has your companion been?"

He was a little inaccurate in his pronunciation when he spoke, which may be related to his swollen lips. But Mudai Kawami is not much better. His exposed chest muscles are covered with blue-black fist marks, like a quarantine-passing seal on pork.

The other few people realized that the other of the two lonely shadows had left here in unknown time.

He is really a ninja. He left without any sound.

"He went to the dim sum shop to get a piece of God's Flying Snow."

Guying Zhongjia replied: "The power of the divine dragon in the Flying Snow of God can suppress and eliminate all evil spirits. Muzan's blood should also be one of the evil spirits."

There are many things in Shinichiro's system, but they can't be given to them.

Now, the last few pieces of the God's Flying Snow are in the shrine on the dim sum shop Guanyue Tower, and the rest is in Yongzhen's hands.

"Is it the kind of thing I used to kill the headless one before?"

"That's right." Gu Yingzhong nodded.

Butterfly Kanae remembered the night when Kano Kuang was seriously injured, the monster that left the entire ghost killing team helpless was actually destroyed by the purple flames. She couldn't help but have more hope for the plan proposed by the Guyingjin.

"Then do it."

She looked at the others.

"Even if there is a little hope, I can't let Xianichiro die without any corpse."

"Then you have to say."

The tone of Immortal Kawa's tone was as bad as ever, and it was naturally one of the reasons for his friend's killing, but he seemed to have some other dissatisfaction with Huashi, but he himself did not realize it.

He was the first to walk to Xianichiro's body and suddenly pulled out his Hibiro sword, but his eyes were still a little uneasy.

If things fail, then what they do will turn into bad corpse killings, and they will be the corpse of friends and comrades.

This is an extremely serious matter in Japanese culture that is very taboo about death.

However, Immortal River quickly expelled these thoughts, and the unbearance in his eyes became firm.

"If things don't go as we imagined, Shinichiro..."

He murmured.

"I hope you'll blame me alone."

After saying that, he leaned on his sword and poked the blue sun wheel blade into the crack of the crack of the flesh.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying and sharp roar suddenly sounded in everyone present's ears. The sound was extremely terrifying, with extreme anger and pain. Just hearing it is enough to make people sweat in a winter night.

Accompanied by the burnt smell, a trace of blue smoke slowly floated out of the wound caused by the Sun Wheel Knife. Before it was blown away by the wind, a faint fierce face formed, as if cursing at everyone.

"Is that...Senichiro screaming?"

Butterfly Kanae looked at the trembling corpse anxiously.

She often empathizes with the pain others suffer, and this time is no exception.

At this moment, Mudaki Kawashiya discovered that it seemed as if a huge force had stabbed him into the flesh and slowly squeezed out the blade.

"He is fighting against the power of the Japanese Wheel Knife!"

Mudaki Kawami shouted loudly.

"It should be impossible to make a mistake. It's Kimuzan's blood that is at work!"

After saying that, he used his weight to press the blade, pushed it inside, confronting the power of unknown origin, and urging others loudly.

"What are you waiting to do! Come and help, the blue smoke just now should be the blood of the Ghost King that was evaporated!"

Although he has no clear evidence.

But the face formed by Qingyan was too evil and violent, and the impression of calmness that chorionic Ichiro usually left on them is very different.

Besides, he, who had seen Muzan Kimuzan, always felt that his long face gave him a very familiar feeling - an instinctive physiological discomfort.

After hearing what he said, the few people no longer hesitated, and even Yoshio Tomooka, who was not very good at dealing with Miyaki Fukuoka, didn't say anything else.

They stood next to the corpse, stood at four corners and handed the Sun Wheel Knife into the cracks of the flesh crack. The familiar light smoke immediately surged out, and the corpse burst out again in "Dark Souls 3" with maggots outside the small church (the kind of maggots covered in maggots, not the kind outside Rosalia's door) screamed by the fire, which shocked several people to concussion and their eardrums hurt.

Xianichiro's body began to struggle violently like an electric shock, and the flesh and blood clotted into vines and poked out from the gap and pierced at the few people.

At the same time, the feeling of exclusion at the place where the Sun Wheel Knife is inserted is getting stronger and stronger.

Especially the butterfly Kanae, who had the least power, her blade was squeezed out half by the wriggling flesh and blood in just three seconds.

Just as she was about to use her breathing method with all her strength, the vines born from the corpse directly wrapped around her ankles, and then dense thorns grew, piercing into her skin.

The blood immediately dyed her leggings red, and at the same time, an irresistible sense of fatigue spread along her lower limbs to her upper body.

The severe pain and inexplicable fatigue made her hands relax. Seeing that the blade was about to be completely squeezed out, Iron Kawashimi quickly split up one hand to help her hold the hilt. The Guyingmen immediately cut off the vines that were harassing everyone.

The vine was extremely strong. He had to cut it three or four swords to cut it off, which was not much different from the body of the Lower String Ghost.

But after cutting off, the vine will immediately be "reborn with broken limbs" and continue.

"You can't let go no matter what!"

Fukukawa shouted at the people, "This is Xianyiro's last hope!"

After saying that, he lowered his head and said to the corpse, "You must hold on too!"

"When this matter is over, you will invite me to eat beef hotpot for the rest of your life!"

"Xianichiro, hold on to me!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, dozens of vines spread out, rushing towards the few people.

The Guying Armor lost all the armor, one with four big heads, couldn't help but turn to look in the direction of the dim sum shop, urging himself to get the brothers of God's Flying Snow.

"You have to be faster!"

...

In the spiritual world, a few minutes ago.

Xian Ichiro, who was hung in the air by dozens of iron chains, became increasingly weak, and blood continued to overflow from wounds of all sizes all over his body, falling dripping onto the white ground.

On the other side, more and more red blood shadows merged with the silhouette. The latter became more and more solid, and soon they completely changed their appearance.

It was a boy with a chord of Ichiro eighty-point similarity. An illusory claw grew from his broken left hand, and his silver-white curly hair fell like a waterfall, hanging straight behind his knees. Its appearance was more handsome than Ichiro, but his red eyes, which looked like hell magma, looked extremely terrifying.

Xianichiro just raised his head and glanced at it, and knew that this was what he would look like after he promised to become a ghost.

To be honest, it looks pretty good besides your eyes.

If you change into a special headgear or eye mask, you can pretend to be Gwynderling or a fireproof woman.

"How is it, have you thought about it?"

The ghostly transformed Xian Ichiro, that is, Kimuzan Muzan's blood consciousness, is still tempting him.

"As long as you are willing to become a ghost, this is what you will look like in the future. It is much better than your current gloomy face. Whether it is human aesthetics or ghost aesthetics, it has a beautiful appearance."

"I've become a ghost but still have no arms... and there are still some who are neither male nor female."

Xianichiro joked tiredly.

"I really don't know what you are proud of."

To be fair, Shinichiro certainly wants to survive.

Only by surviving can grandpa be recalled.

But if you become a ghost and your consciousness is under the control of Muzan Kimuzan, then the consciousness of the paper man you summoned will be distorted.

Even if my grandfather is resurrected, he will inevitably become a ghost.

He didn't believe that Muzan Kimuzan would give up a swordsman as a thug.

Considering that my grandfather would rather die than take Jian Ruoshui, he gave up his identity as a human being.

If you really have to do that, you will be truly heartless and ungrateful.

Therefore, Xianichiro would rather fail again than become an evil ghost under Muzan Kibutsuji.

"I know what you are hesitating about...it's nothing more than grandpa Barabala, Ashina and other barabala..."

Guihuan Yiichiro continued, "But how did you ever think about yourself?"

"Don't you feel pain every day when you live in self-loathing and your sense of commitment and indebtedness to others?"

"Did you forget it? You already had the request like that at that time, but the little ghost named Jiulang still flatly refused to share with you Long Yin... Instead, the wild dog had the power to resurrection, jumping up and down to kill your only subordinates."

"And that old man, who was watching the movements of carp by the river all day long, ignored anything except drinking and kendo, and left the pick and threw the country on your shoulders..."

"So many years have passed, and you have given everything to this country, but all of Japan only knows Ashina Ichikin, but you don't know you Ashina Ichiro!"

"Are you willing to do this?"
To be continued...