A Dimensional Journey Begins with the Dragon Clan

Chapter 414.
Xuan Hao's training method is extremely simple and rude, just keep one breath to survive, and then continue to beating after healed, everyone first 'hardened' to the limit, and then used 'dragon blood' to help them break through the limit.

"Mr. Xuanhao, here I come!"

After all, the opponent was not the real enemy, out of politeness, Purgatory Xingshourou couldn't help reminding him.

The breath of flame, one type, does not know fire.

In an instant, the figure of Purgatory Xingshourou shot out like a flame burst, and the target pointed directly at the head of the person in front of him.

Xing Julang didn't show mercy at all, because he was not the first person to receive training. Tomioka Yoshiyuki and others have personally experienced the power of this man, and I heard that those who hesitated were beaten badly...

Soon, Xing Shoulang understood why he couldn't hesitate, because he had no right to hesitate at all.

"Chong-"

The blade rubbed against the fist and the trajectory was changed.

"so hard!"

Xing Shoulang's eyes were full of shock.

This was the first time he had seen someone who could block a sword with his bare hands, and his slashes couldn't even break through the opponent's defense.

Such a tough body is even scarier than a ghost!
"What kind of existence is this?"

Xing Shoulang didn't have time to think, because the man's fist had already hit him.

The whistling sound of piercing the air was like the roar of a ferocious beast. Xing Shoulang wanted to avoid it, but found that his speed was too slow.

"Crack-"

The fist hit his chest 'mercilessly', the sound of ribs breaking, and Xing Shoulang flew upside down.

"cough……"

With blood on the corner of Xing Shoulang's mouth, he got up from the ground with some difficulty.

After just one meeting, he realized what it means to "swing a knife with the determination to die".

At this moment, he has no doubt that as long as this man is willing to use a little more force, he can easily kill himself.

Before Xing Shoulang adjusted his posture again, the figure of this man appeared in front of him again.

From the moment he started attacking, training officially began.

But that's right!Xing Shoulang endured the severe pain and adjusted his posture in an instant. The battle between humans and ghosts should be like this. Once it starts, it will never stop dying. To keep fighting, stopping means death!

"Experience it well, Xing Julang, experience the feeling of wandering between life and death, then...you can become stronger!"

Purgatory Xingshourou kept encouraging himself, even though the smile on his face was twitching due to the pain, he was still smiling.

Because this kind of training really makes his blood boil, he doesn't have to worry about dying, he just needs to constantly surpass himself!

The breath of inflammation, the second type, rises to the summer.

Xing Shoulang suddenly raised his head, staring at the man who was so close in front of him.

The sun wheel knife in his hand swung from bottom to top, trying to force the figure in front of him back with all his strength.

The howling sound of the blade cutting through the air missed the target, but Xuan Hao in front of him was not forced back by his slash, but disappeared suddenly.

"Behind!"

Xing Shourou almost instinctively sensed the other party's intentions without thinking.

So he waved the blade in his hand and began to change moves along the original trajectory.

The three types, full of vicissitudes!

The steps under his feet reversed, and the blade swung to the apex slashed backwards, just like the sun rising and setting in the east accompanied by blazing flames.

"Nice response."

Xuan Hao praised lightly.

None of these trained pillars disappointed him. None of them would stop their movements in fear of pain. They not only have talents beyond ordinary people, but also have a will that ordinary people can't match.

The sound of blows and bone shattering continued to resound in the dojo.

"Thank you sir for your advice!" He thanked loudly, and then continued to attack, but was ruthlessly knocked down to the ground.

Xing Shoulang climbed up again and again as if he was tireless, and with each recovery from injury, he could clearly feel that he was slowly reborn.

As time went by, Xing Shoulang admired the man in front of him more and more.

Because this man's control of power has reached a frightening level. As his body continues to transform, this man's strength will increase little by little. The other party seems to be endless and endless, but he has reached up the apex.

Like forged steel, it has been tempered and tempered to the extreme.At this moment, Xing Shoulang even feels that he has no room for further improvement.

When the training was at the final stage, the way Xing Shoulang looked at the man in front of him suddenly changed, becoming a little unbelievable.

Drinking blood to quench his body, rebirth from the ashes, these familiar steps made him seem to realize the true identity of the man in front of him.

As the eldest son of the Purgatory family, Xing Shoulang certainly knew the ancient legends passed down in the family, but he never thought that he would have the opportunity to experience it himself.

The screams continued to come from the dojo, and the wind pillars and rock pillars waiting outside were terrified.

"It's a terrifying training method..." Beimingyu Xingming sighed, "Xing Shoulang couldn't help but scream like this. No wonder even Yiyong feels scared after training."

"But I've heard from Butterfly and Ganlu Temple that it's not particularly strict..." Undead Kawa Miniya pressed her in a low voice.

In the mansion next to the dojo.

Yuya Ubuyashiki was sitting on the corridor facing the courtyard.

At this moment, a panting crow lay in his arms.

"Thank you for your hard work, flying back in such a hurry..."

Yuya Ubuyashiki comforted the crow in his arms gently, but frowned slightly on his face.

Because the information sent back by this crow is very urgent.

Almost all the swordsmen sent to Nada Spider Mountain to fight the ghosts were wiped out.

So many swordsmen are unable to fight against the ghost, there will be no other possibility except the 'Twelve Ghost Moon'.

The worst thing is... Mr. Xuanhao's disciple Tanjiro seems to be nearby, and he should have received the distress message from the swordsmen's crows by now.

"In this case... we can only send 'zhu' to support, but..."

Yoya Yashiki asked his daughter beside him with some hesitation, "How is Mr. Xuanhao's training going?"

"Master Yanzhu is undergoing training, there are still Fengzhu and Yanzhu waiting for training, and the others should have completed the training." Ubuyashiki Hikata responded softly.

"Ninja, Mitsuri, and Giyu were the first to receive training, right?" Ubuyashiki Yoya asked again.

"Yes, Father." Bi Fang nodded slightly.

"Then let Shinobu and Giyuu go to support them."

Yuya Ubuyashiki thought for a moment.

He didn't know what kind of training Mr. Xuanhao had given the pillars, but it seemed that everyone would be exhausted for a while after training, so he could only send the pillars who had completed the training the earliest.

As for why these two people... because the relationship between these two people and Xuan Hao seems to be pretty good.

"Let Shinobu and Giyuu try to hurry up and take good care of that boy named Tanjiro, and say that this is what Mr. Xuan Hao meant."

"understood."

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On the mountain road outside Natian Spider Mountain.

Shanyi squatted on the ground alone with his legs hugged, and there was nothing to love in his whole life.

He felt that he should be hated, after all, if they were partners under normal circumstances, those two people would not leave him here alone.

"How brave..."

Shan Yi looked at the mountain forest exuding a terrifying atmosphere.

He was a little envious of the courage of those two simple-minded people. How could you have no fear in the face of such a terrifying place?

"Chirp!"

A sparrow kept chirping beside Shanyi.

This is his messenger. Others are crows, but his is a sparrow.

"No matter how you look at it, are you looking down on me?"

Shanyi looked down at the chirping sparrows on the ground, feeling that he was really inferior.

"Chirp chirp! Chirp chirp!"

The sparrow jumped up and down on the ground angrily, trying to tell the useless guy to follow his companions into the mountains to rescue the dead swordsmen.

But in the end it found that its master didn't seem to understand the birdsong.

Helpless, it could only use strong methods, flying to this guy's hand and desperately pecking at the back of his hand, and then flying to this guy's head and pulling his hair in the direction of the mountain.

"Hey, hey! It hurts!"

Shanyi was pecked and screamed, feeling that the world was really unfair to him.

Why is he useless and cowardly alone, even a sparrow can bully him.

"Really! Other people's messengers can talk, why do you only twitter..."

He began to understand why he was assigned a sparrow as a messenger.

Maybe it's because they're all the same half-babes?

"It's true...you are obviously in the same boat, but you still bully me! It's not cute at all..."

Shanyi muttered softly.

"Sister Nezuko is the cutest..."

"!?"

"By the way, sister Nezuko!"

Shanyi jumped up from the ground in an instant, and ran towards the mountain.

Sure enough, the power of LSP is invincible, thinking of Nezuko's cute appearance, all fears and so on are left behind by Shan Yi.

"Bastard! Damn it! Idiot Tanjiro! To go to such a dangerous place with my cute sister Nezuko on your back! Wait!"

On the other side, Tanjiro and Inosuke, who entered the mountain first, are already in trouble.

What they faced were not ghosts, but swordsmen controlled by ghosts.

The imperceptible fine silk threads manipulated the bodies of these swordsmen like marionettes and attacked them, and some of them were still alive!
This made it difficult for the two of them to deal with, after all, it was impossible to hurt their companions with their own knives.

"Bastards, these idiots! Don't you even know that cannibalism violates team rules?" Inosuke angrily cursed at these swordsmen who were slashing wildly with their knives.

"You don't have the right to speak of others..." Tanjiro was speechless.

Inosuke is not even an official team member, has never participated in the final selection, and even picked up the Japanese sword in his hand from nowhere.

"Don't mess around! Some of them are still alive!"

Tanjiro anxiously reminded Inosuke that he was afraid that this guy would impulsively raise his knife and slash randomly.

"Then what should I do?" Inosuke was furious, "Then I'll chop off their hands and feet!"

"Etc., etc!"

Tanjiro quickly grabbed the irritable Inosuke.

He anxiously observed the surrounding situation, and soon with his excellent sense of smell, he smelled the strange and sweet aura emanating from these swordsmen.

He lifted the knife and swung it tentatively towards the backs of the swordsmen.

"Boom-"

There was a crisp sound like a string being snapped.

Tanjiro finally saw the clues.

"It's the thread! These people are being manipulated by the thread! Inosuke, cut off the thread behind them!"

"Hmph! I've noticed it a long time ago!"

Unconvinced, Inosuke waved his two knives and leapt to cut off the silk threads connecting these swordsmen.

But not long after, a new thread brought these people under control again.

"Damn it, this is going on forever!"

Inosuke and Tanjiro were back to back.

The short-lived stench made Tanjiro discover the source of these silk threads, the spiders densely surrounding them on the ground were constantly spewing silk threads.

"many!"

Tanjiro frowned tightly, it was impossible to clean up such small and dense spiders with a knife.

"Is it vampirism?"

Apart from vampirism, he couldn't think of any other abilities that could control these spiders' silk to control human actions.

"But where is that ghost?"

"You are not allowed to disturb the peaceful life of our family."

A cold voice came from above accompanied by a strong sense of oppression.

The blood all over the ground stained the moonlight with scarlet.

The moonlight sprinkled on the blood all over the ground, and Tanjiro saw the shadow of a person reflected in the scarlet blood.

Looked up.

A boy dressed in white stands high in mid-air, behind him is the endless night, and above his head is the Milky Way across the sky. The sly white moon seems to rise slowly because of him. He is standing under the full moon, the moonlight Hitting him made people feel a little weird.

"Suspended in mid-air!?"

Tanjiro looked at the boy on the height in surprise, but he quickly realized that this boy was stepping on the same invisible silk thread.

He frowned tightly, because the boy felt very dangerous to him.

But after the boy finished speaking, he walked towards the distance along the silk thread as if nothing had happened, not intending to come down and entangle with them at all.

"Give up struggling... Anyway, you will soon die at the hands of my 'mother'."

Tanjiro stared blankly at the boy's departure, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

This boy was a ghost, and it was a very strong ghost. The strong stench made him extremely sure.

What troubled him the most was that there seemed to be more than one ghost in this mountain.

Because the boy mentioned 'home' and 'mother'.

"What a terrible situation..."

Tanjiro gritted his teeth and cut off the silk thread connected to those swordsmen, while thinking of a solution to the trouble.

If this continues, they will be exhausted by these companions before they fight the ghosts.

"Damn! Where are you going?"

But the single-celled Inosuke obviously didn't think about it that much. He only saw a ghost appearing in front of him, so he raised his knife and jumped up to kill the ghost.

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