Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

Even someone as powerful as Mo Xuluo had to bow down under the pressure of the enhanced Ichigo Kensuke.

"Come and experience the charm of weightlifting together, Moxuluo."

In the shadowy garden, Aizo's melody rose again.

And outside the courtyard...

"Is it not over yet? I clearly heard the sound of the domain shattering just now, so why hasn't Lord Sukuna come out of the ice shell yet?"

Rimei, who was guarding outside the ice shell, was somewhat uneasy. He had a feeling that something bad was happening inside the ice shell.

But whenever such thoughts arose in his mind, they were immediately suppressed by his worship of Sunuo.

"Lord Sukuna must have his reasons for not leaving his domain!"

Rime regained his composure.

Although, the text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources, and lacks coherent sentences or meaning. A meaningful translation is not possible without further context or clarification.

But Rime firmly believes that she, who admires Lord Sukuna, never needs to understand him deeply; she only needs to loyally follow behind him.

Chapter 68 The Burial of a Household

Absolute adaptation, the house that arises from it, teaches you weightlifting...

Click—! Click—!

Click—! Click—!

Within the domain, Mo Xu Luo's wheel would rotate once every two seconds.

For purely physical damage with simple principles, the Demon Lord's adaptation speed can be described as that of a sensitive skin type.

The wheels on my head could spin with a single tap, but it was useless, completely useless.

Standing atop the shadows, the Demon Void continued to grow larger, its already robust muscular body becoming increasingly explosive.

Just a second later, having adapted, Mo Xuluo easily lifted the house with one hand.

But at these times, the detached house becomes even heavier, so heavy that Moxu Luo has to support it with both hands.

Adaptation, pressure.

Adaptation, pressure.

This comical cycle, repeating every two seconds, has been going on for over a minute.

"call---"

While enduring immense pressure under the protection of Moxu Luo, Nuohe Hui observed the detached house above her.

Then he saw something that was incredibly familiar to him, but should never have appeared on a detached house.

"This design is beyond question!"

Nuohei Hui was so horrified by what he saw that he blurted out.

At the top of the detached house, there is a wheel, a large wheel exactly the same as the Wheel of Adaptation of the Demon Void.

Moreover, this wheel is spinning at the same speed as the wheel on Moxuluo's head.

Whenever the demon adapts to its weight, it in turn adapts to the demon's power.

"Let me fall in love with you, detached house!"

Despite being drenched in sweat from lifting the elephant, Reggie showed no sign of unlocking the numerical value.

Of course he knew that weightlifting was bullshit, a two-person game that looked fun but wasn't fun to do.

But as the initiator of this weightlifting competition, he will never back down.

He had already planned that if Sukuna won, he would spare Sukuna's life out of consideration for their cooperation last week, and instead turn the King of Curses, Sukuna, into a normal human and a female demon named Sukuro.

Then throw it to Rime and see if Rime is happy or breaks down.

Even if Sukuna loses, he still doesn't intend to kill Sukuna. Instead, as punishment, he will weaken Sukuna's power to the lowest level of cursed spirit, "fly head".

At that time, he will send "Sukuna, who is comparable to a fly in human form," to challenge Miwa Kasumi, who is unarmed.

Enjoy the real comparison between the most roadside in history and the most roadside in modern times.

Now he is even more curious about how this three-person weightlifting competition, which has included Mo Xuluo, will end.

Just as Leipixiajie was lost in thought, someone broke the balance of the game.

“You’re holding your head too high, Reggie.”

An unfamiliar voice and a white hand blade arrived together, severing Reggie in half at the waist.

Under the influence of Gao Yu's magic, Mo Xu Luo was able to express his inner thoughts.

Since we can't determine which is worse than the house, let's change our approach and attack the person who cast the spell.

Therefore, Moxu Luo adapted and developed a third hand, a retractable blade limb.

*Sizzle!*

Reggie, now broken in two, was instantly pressed into the shadows by the elephant.

Because of the caster's death, the car that had sunk into the shadow was released, and the detached house that had suppressed the demon Xu Luo also disappeared.

However, Nuohei Hui did not laugh, because the area blocking his way out had not been lifted, and the demonic Void that he had self-destructed would not disappear.

Most importantly, his power has not returned; he is still at the same level as Fushiguro Megumi.

"...I am Su Nuo, Mr. Mo Xu Luo, don't you recognize me?"

Nuohei Megumi made a shameful attempt to reconcile with the tall shikigami standing right in front of her.

"Su Nuo?"

"Heh... I'm going to beat up Su Nu!"

Mo Xuluo's voice was cheerful, and his smile was sunny and bright. The sight of his big white teeth sent chills down Hui Pisu Nuo's spine.

"Wait, friend."

With his bone-white right arm, bound with the Demon-Slaying Sword, slowly raised, Mo Xuluo walked unhurriedly toward Nuo Hei Hui, who was retreating.

"Please, wait for me, okay, Brother Mo Xuluo?"

When Hui takes a step back, it takes a step forward.

Until Hui's back pressed against the inner wall of the domain, leaving her with nowhere to retreat, the Demon-Slaying Sword was raised high above her head at that moment.

"Wait, wait, wait!"

What a joke! Su Nuo doesn't want to accept such a ridiculous way to die!

That's not how you have a duel in a corner!

He should first have his arm destroyed by a 200% Thunder Giant Flower, and then exchange trash talk with Gojo Satoru during the recovery period.

Then he would have a thrilling and dramatic battle with Gojo Satoru, and finally send Gojo Satoru south with a space slash that had no wind-up before he used the Binding Loan!

Thanks to Takayu's technique, Sukuna vaguely knew the outcome of his battle with Gojo Satoru in that instant.

Although this did nothing to help.

Swish-!

With a whooshing sound, the demon-slaying sword slashed down at Su Nuo, like the scythe of death.

'Alas, I, the mighty King of Curses, would never have died at the hands of my own shikigami.'

Su Nuo's gaze gradually became unfocused as he walked towards the revolving lantern, an essential feature for sorcerers.

'That Gojo Satoru guy is going to laugh at me so hard, damn it!'

clang--!

The loud clanging of metal startled Su Nuo from the revolving lantern.

"Is this the afterlife...? No, where is my head?"

Su Nuo quickly touched his forehead, which was covered in cold sweat, and then his eyes darted around rapidly, gathering information about the battlefield.

The person who made the move was not Reggie!

Instead... it was... the original Xia Jie!

Xia Jie stopped the sword that Mo Xu Luo was swinging with her finger.

"You can't do it like this. Weightlifters should go and lift weights properly."

Xia Jie narrowed her eyes slightly. Although she did not unleash any spell power, the sense of danger she felt made Mo Xuluo instinctively retreat.

"Scared? That's normal, after all, I am now—"

Invincible?!

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Nuo and Mo Xu Luo were surprised to find themselves back in their original weightlifting positions, and even Reggie reappeared under the elephant.

"I hereby declare that weightlifting shall continue."

Xia Jie's voice resounded throughout the area.

"Wait, Xia Jie, just let me die knowing why. What exactly is your technique?"

"What level has your magical power reached?"

"What exactly gives you the confidence to use the analogy of the hero and the slime?"

"Please satisfy this old man's curiosity."

Su Nuo was already at a loss. The disparity between himself and the enemy was so great that it was obvious to the naked eye, and he really had no way to deal with it for the time being.

In fact, if he were to die at the hands of such a master, he wouldn't have many complaints.

But he died from weightlifting...

Forgive the King of Curses for his lack of knowledge; he really didn't want to die such a ridiculous death.

If Xia Jie were to answer his question honestly, it would be a mistake.

Furthermore, what if Xia Jie's technique has some serious flaw...?