A Dimensional Journey Begins with the Dragon Clan

Chapter 434 427. Triumph
"Crack-"

Purgatory Kyojuro slowly raised the broken blade in his hand.

The world seemed to stand still at this moment.

Xing Shoulang didn't know why those pictures he had never experienced flashed in his mind.

But one thing, he is very clear.

That is the figure of the ancestors of the purgatory clan fighting to the end, lighting up the light.

Under the desperation, the flame in Xing Shoulang's heart not only did not go out, but became more vigorous.

"I will not die, because I have sworn to it."

Xing Shoulang silently looked at the broken knife in his hand, the enemy was no longer in his eyes, and he was completely silent in his own world.

A slightly downcast figure was reflected on the broken blade.

That was his father, Purgatory Makijuro.

I don't know when it started, his father became decadent, and he used wine as his companion all day long.

"It's useless, everything is in vain."

This is what my father often said.

"The breath of flame, the breath of water, the breath of thunder, the breath of wind, the breath of rock... are all bullshit, no matter how they are, they are useless. No matter what we do, we can't reach that level, it's useless Yes, hard work is useless. Just give up, Anjurou."

Father seems to have doubts about his practice and efforts.

But Xing Shoulang still didn't understand, why should he give up?
He had seen his father's heroic appearance when he was still Yanzhu, it was so powerful, so he yearned for it.

Now, he may understand a little bit.

"Father, have you seen it too?"

Xing Shoulang asked.

He wondered if his father had also seen the bloody battles of his ancestors in the pictures from the blood memory.

"It's really shocking!"

Yes, looking at such a powerful figure, such a dazzling figure like a raging fire, no matter who it is, they will have doubts.

"Can we become like them too?"

"impossible!"

This is the judgment of my father.

But... at this moment, Xing Shoulang thinks this is wrong.

"I...maybe don't really want to be as shiny as them."

Xing Shoulang muttered to himself.

The oath he made was not to become as dazzling as his predecessors.

He just wanted to let his father regain his strength after seeing his figure as the Empress Yan Zhu.

He just wanted to continue the flame of inheritance.

"The flame in my heart will never go out!"

The air became hot and the ground cracked open.

Xing Shoulang's whole body seemed to be burning, and the flame-like markings on the back of his hands seemed to be burning his hands.

The raging fire began to spread, and the flames spread along the arm towards the broken knife, as if to recast the broken knife.

"Father, watch."

Kyoshouro held the handle of the knife with both hands, his body sank, facing the attacking fist.

"I will bear the name of 'Pillar of Flame'! Fulfill the obligation of the pillar!"

"go to hell!"

Yi Wozuo looked at Xing Shoulang who still didn't give up with a ferocious face.

He still couldn't understand why the eyes of the human beings in front of him were still full of hope at such a time?
"No, I won't die!"

Xing Shoulang's eyes reflected flames.

If he died, how could his father see it with his own eyes?How could he rekindle the flame in his father's heart! ?

This knife is destined to bring victory.

How about a broken blade?So what if the flame goes out?
When the fire is extinguished, it can be rekindled, and if the knife is broken, it can be recast with fire.

Rekindle the fire of hope and reforge the blade of triumph.

Breath of Flame · Ten Shapes · Brilliant · Triumph!
Xing Shoulang took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly, the sky at dawn became brighter, and soon the sun was going to break through the clouds.

But the scorching high temperature made the morning fog filled with thick fog.

This seems to prevent the coming of the sun, which is an advantage for Yiwo Zodiac who is afraid of the sun.

The battle between man and ghost is never fair.

Human beings with flesh and blood and irreversible injuries must face absolute disadvantages and fight bloody in the dark night, the home of ghosts.

But at this moment, all advantages and disadvantages are irrelevant.

How about flesh and blood?
So what if there is no sunshine?
As the name suggests, the ending of this knife can only be triumphant.

The pillar of flames rose up, and the roaring fist wind was instantly swallowed by the flames.

Under Yi Wozuo's puzzled gaze, his arm that was punching with all its strength was instantly burned by flames.

Then, the broken knife approached his neck.

The blade, which had clearly been broken, seemed to be wrapped and extended by a fiery flame.

"puff--"

Everything happened in an instant.

In the eyes of the three teenagers, they could only see a tall and straight figure in the mist, holding high the brilliant fire.

Soon, the fog gradually dispersed.

"Did you make it?"

Tanjiro opened his mouth.

He saw two figures still standing after the fog cleared.

It was Purgatory Xingshourou with a broken knife in his hand, and Yiwozuo whose head disappeared without a trace.

The atmosphere became a little tense for a while.

Xing Shoulang looked fine at the moment, although there were many scars on his body, but they were all skin trauma and not fatal.

On the opposite side, the head of the winding ghost has been cut off.

Undoubtedly a success!

But why is no one happy?

Even Xing Shoulang, who cut off the opponent's neck with his own hands, couldn't be happy.

He remained vigilant, staring at Yiwozuo with only the body left in front of him.

Did not dissipate!

Although the towering rocks and the undispelled mist prevented the sunlight from fully shining, but according to common sense, the ghost would be wiped out if its neck was cut off by the sun wheel knife.

But now...the headless body shows no sign of dissipating!

Yiwozuo's head has been severed, but his body is still standing, and even the granulation is wriggling on the neck, showing signs of recovery!

"how is this possible?"

Everyone fell into a sluggishness.

In their impression, it seems that there is only one ghost who can survive after being cut off for thousands of years!
But now this ghost...

Could it be that thousands of years have passed, and all the winding ghosts have become so powerful?

When a ghost overcomes the weakness of the neck, the only thing left to kill it is sunlight.

If the ghosts on the string are so powerful, how should the ghost killing team respond?
Xing Shoulang frowned tightly.

The situation is not good.

He has reached the limit of physical ability.

Vision became narrow, and I felt like I might pass out at any moment.

The lack of oxygen in the brain made him almost unable to hear the surrounding sounds, and he had no feeling at all in his right hand. Even if he could lift the Sun Wheel Saber again, it would be impossible to cause any harm to the ghost in front of him.

There is an upper limit to human physical fitness. No matter what kind of exercise you do, there is an upper limit to the time you can go all out. For ordinary people, even a full sprint for about 10 seconds is enough to make you out of breath.

Xing Shoulang is still a human being. Although his upper limit is many times higher than that of ordinary people, he is still in a 'state of exhaustion' at this moment.

In such a state, even if you grit your teeth and continue to fight, the strength you display will never be the same.

The limbs will become extremely heavy due to fatigue, and the speed and strength will be greatly affected.

In contrast, ghosts have no such restrictions.

Fatigue and injury are completely meaningless to ghosts.

It is a miracle to be able to fight ghosts with flesh and blood for a long time. In the dark night, ghost hunters are fighting with the only hope of "ghosts will die if their necks are cut off". How to play?

If it is true that this ghost will not die even if its head is severed, then everyone here cannot be an opponent.

They can only pray that the sun will rise faster than Yiwozuo's head can recover.

"Quick... hurry up!"

Tanjiro and Inosuke prayed.

Pray for the sun to rise quickly, and the sun will shine quickly.

They could see that Mr. Purgatory had reached his limit at this moment.

It is impossible to have the physical strength to continue fighting.

If the ghost's head really grows back, then all of them will surely die.

Xing Shoulang raised his eyes, looking nervously at the brighter sky in the distance.

At the same time, he tried his best to adjust his breathing, hoping to recover more physical strength in a short time.

Even if it is a little more.

If this ghost can really grow a head, then every point of physical strength he recovers can last a second longer.

The sun will shine here soon, and every second more will give us a glimmer of hope to survive.

At least the three teenagers around him must be protected.

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pitch black.

Total darkness.

Yi Wozuo couldn't feel anything at the moment.

His head had disappeared without a trace under the knife just now.

Now he himself doesn't know what kind of state he is in.

Because for thousands of years, no ghost has experienced the same situation as him, not even Wu Mi.

Wu Mi's method of overcoming the weakness of the neck is completely different from the current state of Yiwozuo.

Wumi overcomes the weakness of dying if the neck is cut off in a physical sense by growing multiple brains and hearts, while Yiwozuo is because of some kind of obsession at the moment.

Yes, there was a strong obsession in his heart, an obsession so strong that it surpassed his body, so that even though his head was severed, his body still did not dissipate.

Yiwozuo felt as if his entire consciousness had fallen into endless chaos.

Vaguely, he felt his wrist being held by a gentle hand.

"who is it?"

"Let go, let go!"

He couldn't hear any sound, and couldn't feel anyone's breath.

But no matter how he yelled for the other party to let go.

That firm yet gentle hand was always tightly grasping his wrist.

"Please stop, Komaji-san... let's go on the road together..."

A gentle voice sounded in Yiwozuo's heart, but he couldn't remember whose voice it was.

"No, I still want to become stronger, I want to kill them with my own hands!"

"why?"

"Because I have to become stronger, the guys who stop me, kill without mercy!"

"Why? Why are you so obsessed with becoming stronger?"

The gentle voice was full of doubts, she didn't seem to understand why the kind brother Komaji became what he is now.

It seems that he has forgotten his original name and everything he used to be, only the obsession to become stronger remains.

"that is because……"

Yiwozuo's tone became hesitant.

He seemed to realize at this time that he always wanted to become stronger.

But why?

There is always a reason, right?

"Why...can't I remember?"

In doubt, fragmentary memories kept popping up in his consciousness.

That is……

The dojo where corpses piled up, the blood-stained night.

A feast of... killing.

"Crack-"

Bones shattered.

"puff--"

The internal organs are rotten.

He only remembered that he kept punching, his body was covered in blood, and he stabbed his hand into the body of every enemy in front of him expressionlessly, and then stirred the internal organs of the opponent, causing him to die in pain.

"But...why kill them?"

"never mind."

"Anyway, I have nothing left."

When he left the dojo, all the corpses left at the scene were damaged beyond recognition, and there were serious missing limbs.

Jaws, bones, eyeballs, severed limbs, and viscera of the dead are stuck everywhere on the ceiling and walls of the ashram. It is a hell on earth.

It was like evil spirits raging, in short, no one dared to believe that it was done by human beings.

But Yiwozuo clearly remembers... he was still a human being at that time.

After killing these people, Yiwozuo wandered aimlessly in the street like a lonely ghost.

Letting the bloodstains fall from his body, letting the people around him run away in fear, everything in the world seemed to have nothing to do with him.

At this time, the adult found him.

The grown-up admired him the first time he saw him.

"I heard that there was a big commotion caused by ghosts in a place where there were no ghosts, so I came here on purpose."

Wu Mi smiled and looked at the distraught young man in front of him, "It turns out that the incident was done by human beings. It's really surprising."

"Go away, or I will kill you."

Yiwozuo threw his fist without hesitation at that time, towards the ghost king.

However, with just one blow, his head was pierced.

"I'm going to create about a dozen powerful ghosts." Wuyou smiled and looked at the human being pierced through the head by himself. "Then can you bear the blood I bestow?"

"..."

"So this is ah!"

Yiwozuo smiled wildly, "Be stronger, become stronger!"

"Hahahahaha-"

Tanjiro and the others watched in horror as a new head grew out of Iwoza's squirming neck.

That crazy laugh makes people shudder.

"I really... am the chosen one?"

Yi Wozuo touched his newborn head and asked doubtfully.

He himself didn't know who he was asking.

But there is only one explanation.

He is the one chosen by that lord.

It is his mission to fight for that adult and become stronger.

For this reason, he even broke through the "boundary" of ghosts, and he did not die even if his head was beheaded.

What does this mean?It means that the adult is very discerning, and he chose the right person?

But... why does he always have doubts in his heart?
"And this...what the hell is it?"

Yi Wozuo caressed his newborn face suspiciously, because he felt warm liquid pouring out of his eye sockets.

"Why? I cry?"

"Why? He..."

Tanjiro also looked in surprise at the wounded ghost in front of him who had recovered to its original state.

They thought that after the ghost recovered, they would face a devastating blow, but why did the ghost in front of them cry for no reason?

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