When Guying Zhongyi rushed back to the top of Taoshan Mountain with the box of precious snow, what he saw in front of him scared him very much.

I saw the huge piece of meat transformed from Xianichiro's corpse stretched out the wrists and feet of hundreds of old trees in all directions, firmly entangling the limbs and necks of the four people from the Demon Killing Team, and trying hard to drag them away from the meat.

But even though the four of them were so slammed that they rolled their eyes and even died, they still had no intention of giving up.

Perhaps it was because Xianichiro sensed their existence that prevented sharp thorns from growing on each wrist foot, otherwise several people would have died of heavy bleeding.

But even so, except for the strongest body of the four, Immortal Kawamiya, the other three were twisted at least one leg or an arm by the twisted vines.

After experiencing the double struggle between spirit and body for half an hour, they have reached their respective limits.

There was no way for Guying Zhongjia to get so many wrists and feet by himself, so he could only wander around a few people, picking the kind of slashing that was wrapped around their necks.

The cut wrist foot will be resurrected immediately, but it will be enough to restore their breathing for a moment.

Even as a ninja, he didn't understand how these half-aged children could endure this pain and persevere to this point.

Even though he didn't say a few words to them, he couldn't help but feel admiration.

When he saw Gu Ying and Zhong Yi coming back panting, he quickly met him.

"Where is the stuff?" he asked directly.

"Here." Gu Ying Zhongbing handed him the box and gasped violently.

He ran and climbed back and forth with all his strength, especially avoiding the crowd at the foot of the mountain who was taking the opportunity to make trouble, which wasted a lot of his strength.

After taking over the Flying Snow of God, Guying immediately walked to the huge piece of meat, and poured the pieces of paper emitting thin purple light on it without saying a word.

As soon as the paper scraps came into contact with the vines, the purple fireworks suddenly spread and ran along them.

Suddenly, the entire "corpse" seemed to have turned into the fuel of a strange bonfire, and a sound from hell - as if millions of sinful creatures were immersed in the oil pan at the same time - suddenly sounded!

Even the ghost killing team and the hidden troops who were waiting at the foot of the mountain looked at this side with a creepy look, feeling cold all over their bodies.

The next moment, the corpse ignited by the flames suddenly grew huge and twisted limbs, and pulled the almost unconscious ghost killing team and the fire vines from their bodies and swept them out.

"Sorry, Shinichiro, we can only do this!"

Among them, Mudaki Kawamiya whispered before fainting.

During the flight backwards, the vines on their bodies lost their power and quickly turned into ashes under the influence of flames, but the few humans were not affected by the high temperature and flames.

"Catch them!"

The Gorgeous Shadows quickly jumped and intercepted the Immortal Kawashiya and Butterfly Kanae, which did not make their injuries worse. At the same time, they reminded the Gorgeous Shadows to catch the other two.

They put the four of them back to the short couch in Ciwulang's cottage on Sangdao, and then stared at the huge meat piece outside that was going crazy.

The latter rolled around like a drunk Hulk, colliding, trying to extinguish the purple flame.

A meat bun was bulging out from what should have been the head, but it never grew a head.

"It must be successful."

Guying Jia whispered in a low voice. "Lord Xian Yiro."

"Don't let your friends down."

...

In the spiritual space.

Seeing that the golden phantoms that could not be killed by crazily consuming the total amount of blood suddenly disappeared, Gui Huai Ichiro laughed proudly.

"It seems they are dead."

He looked at Xian Ichiro who had no one to protect him and said condescendingly.

"It is better to be our food obediently in order to do something impossible, at least it can bring out some value."

"For the past thousand years, I have been watching you humans fight for life because of one's stupid things or another, but still accuse me of taking away things you don't care about at will."

After saying that, he squatted down and came to the weak Xianichiro and held his face.

"But they did at least one good thing."

Xianichiro raised his eyes and looked at him in confusion.

"Although my blood has been consumed a lot by them, it just happened to be the amount you can adapt directly to."

Guihuan Xianichiro showed his fangs and poked towards Xianichiro's neck.

"That means that I want to occupy your body, no longer need to ask for your opinions, nor do I need your cooperation."

"Just eat you here, you will become what I showed you."

"When the time comes, you will know..."

Guihuan Xianichiro paused, cut open the skin of Xianichiro's neck with his fingertips, and then applied the blood to the bottom of Xianichiro's eye sockets, pulling out a long trace.

"How kind and patient I am to you. For this, the rest of your life will be used to repay my kindness to you."

After saying that, he bit Xianichiro's neck with sharp teeth embedded in the latter's trapezoidal muscles, and blood poured into his mouth along the ruptured neck artery.

Even because the blood tasted too delicious, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling.

Xian Yiro endured all this without saying a word, but his eyes were consciously forgetting the beginning of purple mist.

As the color gradually became deeper and the temperature gradually increased significantly, the smell of the mist also changed, becoming the flying snow of the gods that he was very familiar with.

[As sure, it’s God’s Flying Snow… Those two lonely shadows didn’t disappoint me…]

The hope in his eyes suddenly began to rekindle, illuminated by the purple light.

"Hmm? This temperature..."

Feeling the changes in the environment, Kiyoi Ichiro immediately opened his eyes, loosened his teeth, and looked at the rapidly changing colors of the fog around him, his heart beat violently.

He felt the power of the superior, the breath of a predator who was more advanced than it.

The last time he felt this way was when facing the succession of the country.

But when he fled into more than 1,500 pieces of meat, he knew that the man was the incarnation of the god in the world and an irresistible existence.

Now, looking at the purple mist gradually surrounding him, that instinctive fear quickly diluted the joy of eating.

"This is impossible!"

He pushed Xianyiro away, looking at him in horror, his red eyes almost shattered.

"What is that! What is that!"

After saying that, he knelt on the ground and looked around. The endless blood shadows that were killed were just summoned by him and disappeared without a trace, as if they were being stolen by something...

Eat it!

What is it preying on him!

Where those blood shadows disappeared, you can occasionally see a huge figure passing through the purple mist.

It was a long figure like a super python, and it moved silently, but whenever it went, all the blood shadows were destroyed.

When all the blood shadows were completely removed, the high temperature brought by the mist finally reached a point that even Ghost-turned-Yinichiro could not bear it.

He looked at the enemy hidden in the purple mist wildly, and his heartbeat almost rang out.

"Where!" He was completely trapped in the fear of being eliminated, "Where are you?!"

[Is this Kimuzan Muzan's consciousness?]

Xianichiro looked at Guihua's ugly appearance and deepened his understanding of Muzan Kimuzan.

[If anyone is to be this ghost king, it will do better than him.]

As he said that, he stood up quietly with the body that was almost gone, slowly came to behind Gui Huaxian Ichiro, poked out his hand, and reached under his arm.

Then I put this guy who looked 80% like me.

"What are you doing?" Gui Huaxian Ichiro was confused. He didn't understand why this guy still had the strength and why he did this?

“It’s over.”

Xianichiro whispered in his ear.

"I have witnessed your ugly appearance with my own eyes, which is really disgusting."

"Are you crazy?"

Gui Huaxian Ichiro shook his body desperately, trying to get rid of the burden behind him, "Do you want to drag me to die together?"

When he thought about it, another predator similar to him broke into Shinichiro's consciousness, and he also wanted to occupy Shinichiro's body.

He thought that he was now a chord, Yichiro, a grasshopper on a rope.

No matter how hard he struggled, Xianichiro still used his arms to hold the guy's shoulders tightly, and it didn't matter even if his arms were broken, because he knew the ending was destined.

"I just want to say, it's my turn this time..."

Xianyiro's mouth opened slightly, and his eyes shone with two bright purple flames, revealing two canine teeth that were not sharp, "Eat you guy!"

After saying that, he bit into Kiyoshi Yichiro's neck.

At the same time, a bright purple flame dragon roared and poked its head out of the mist, and its eyes alone were much higher than that of each of them.
To be continued...