The third generation Hokage sent Danzo to jail at the beginning

On the other hand, the ghost watching the battle on the battlefield also commented: The design of the twin bosses is still relatively classic, and World of Warcraft has long recorded it.

Chapter 125: Four hundred years of nurturing scholars, and now they die for justice

In a theater somewhere in Infinite City shrouded in cold fog.

Douma, the second of the Upper Moons, sits upright, gently waving a golden folding fan, and the scattered ice dust condenses the air.

"Ah~" He suddenly covered his lips with his fan and chuckled, "This lady's eyes really make my heart beat faster~"

Shinobu Kocho's Nichirin sword drew a graceful arc, and a smile appeared on her beautiful face as she said, "Next..."

Her voice was as soft as a whisper: "It's time for us to be alone."

Swish.

Shinobu Kocho took the initiative to close the door.

The moment the heavy theater door slammed shut, magatama patterns began to appear on Shinobu Kocho's neck.

"You're smiling, but your eyes are filled with hatred." Douma pouted in grievance, his folding fan suddenly unfolding, and a cloud of icy mist instantly engulfed the entire space. "But it doesn't matter. Soon you'll experience eternal bliss."

With a crisp crack, dozens of ice-crystal Bodhisattvas burst forth from the ground. Each statue maintained a compassionate expression, yet within its palms blossomed deadly ice lotuses, their cores emitting a bone-piercing chill.

This time I have to give it my all, because the opponent is a monster similar to myself.

Douma wore a frivolous smile, but from the outset he had intended to bring his full strength to bear. As he waved his folding fan, more ice crystals condensed in the air, forming sharp weapons.

Elsewhere, the curse seal on Shinobu Kocho had fully unfolded. Her beautiful face began to distort, its features taking on insect-like characteristics. Her haori expanded and stretched behind her, transforming into four translucent insect wings. The tips of her hair gradually hardened, forming sharp poisonous stingers. She resembled a humanoid poisonous butterfly.

The poisonous butterfly laughed ferociously: "I'm going to kill you."

She tilted her head, twisting it at a dangerous angle, then suddenly regained her composure and said, "I'm sorry, it's hard to control my emotions after entering this form."

Seeing that Kocho Shinobu had become ugly, Douma pretended to be angry and shouted: "This is not the scene I expected!"

Douma's ice Buddha statue smashed hard at Shinobu Kocho.

Shinobu Kocho didn't answer and simply chopped the ice sculpture into pieces.

Douma sighed and waved his fan gently, summoning more ice Buddha statues.

She gently flapped her wings and flew into the air, then gently raised the Sun Blade and thrust it downwards.

Monsters and monsters engaged in a rapid confrontation.

After the transformation, Kocho Shinobu thrust so fast that it left afterimages, and Douma's Ice Crystal Bodhisattva exploded one after another. But every time the blade was about to touch the main body, the rainbow shadow would always turn into ice mist and dissipate.

"It's useless~ I'm different from those trash." Douma's harsh voice came from all directions. "You ugly thing."

Under the ice, Douma noticed that Kocho Shinobu's movements had slowed down. It seemed that his freezing energy was still effective.

"You look very similar to us ghosts. If you explain the situation now, I can let you live a little longer, you ugly monster."

The words stopped abruptly.

"Any last words?" the butterfly monster said coldly.

Douma coughed violently continuously, and black poisonous blood spurted out of his mouth.

Is that the phosphorus powder? Despicable... despicable.

"You ugly freak." Douma staggered and fell, bleeding from all seven orifices. He used his last bit of strength to try to cast a blood demon technique, and the ice crystals slowly condensed.

How can I die in the hands of an ugly monster? Move! Your useless body.

While he was thinking this, his head had already been chopped off.

"Such last words are not beautiful." Shinobu Kocho sheathed her sword.

Douma's body was turning into ashes and dissipating, and those compassionate ice bodhisattvas also collapsed with it.

Shinobu Kocho returned to normal and watched everything silently.

At this time, there was a voice outside the door.

"Let's go, next one." It was the voice of teammate Flame Pillar Kyojuro. "How does revenge feel?"

Shinobu Kocho opened the door.

"It's unexpectedly empty."

Almost at the same time.

The fourth moon of the waxing moon is Half Tengu, and the fifth moon of the waxing moon is Yuhu, who has also gone to the underworld to sell salted duck eggs.

As for the lower ranks, they were easily hacked to death along with the little ghosts.

The Pillar-level swordsmen and the trio headed towards the core of Infinite City at the same time.

……

"Kuroshibo! You've been strengthened!"

"Now I command you to defeat them! Kill them all! Don't spare a single surrendered soldier!"

The highest point of Infinite City.

Muzan Kibutsuji gave orders to Upper Moon One Kokushibo, he was furious.

Scarlet blood spurted from his pale fingertips, wrapping around Kokushibo's body like a spider web. The six eyes of the Upper Rank One opened wide simultaneously, and blue veins wriggled like snakes beneath his pale skin.

"Just kill them! You'll be the new Ghost King!"

As the blood of the Demon King continued to flow in, Kokushibo's demon sword, the Hollow Crying God, emitted a piercing wail, and strange deformations resembling bones overflowed.

Kokushibo was different. He was the monster's twin brother. Though not nearly as powerful as it, Kokushibo was a formidable swordsman in his human days. It could even be said that acquiring Kokushibo was the most pleasurable experience in Muzan's life.

Because when he saw Kokushibo under his command, he would fantasize that the monster had surrendered to him - this is also the reason why he has been polite to Kokushibo and given him considerable autonomy for hundreds of years.

Now, it is time for him to repay himself for hundreds of years of hard work.

"Kuroshibo, you know. Unlike the other Upper Ranks, you are special. I have always treated you as a brother."

The moment his strengthening ended, Wuzan suddenly stumbled, a rare look of weakness appearing on his pale face. He coughed lightly and said in a tone of unprecedented intimacy, "From today on, you and I, brothers, will share the world."

A rare flash of panic flashed across the six demonic eyes of Kokushibo. For four hundred years, as a samurai, he had always adhered to the etiquette between ruler and subject, and even as a demon, he had never overstepped his bounds.

He, Kokushibo, is truly a loyal minister.

Muzan suddenly came closer, his scarlet pupils reflecting Kokushibo's astonished face: "Now the only one I can trust... is you. Kokushibo! You are the strongest!"

"My brother, I entrust everything to you."

How can I not want to repay such kindness?

Wuchan has nurtured scholars for four hundred years, and he will die for justice today!

Kokushibo was silent for a long time, and finally knelt on one knee:

"You will definitely live up to your destiny."

A rare gentleness appeared on Muzan's pale face. He gently patted Kokushibo's shoulder. His movements were so gentle that it didn't seem like he was treating a subordinate, but rather like he was comforting an old friend.

"please."

Kokushibo turned and rushed to the battlefield.

Muzan watched his good brother Kokushibo leave.

When Kokushibo's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, the warmth on Muzan's face instantly disappeared. He quickly opened the secret compartment, took out the suitcase he had prepared long ago, and carefully counted the boat tickets and dozens of passports with different names inside.

"Mingnu." His voice returned to its usual coldness, "Get me out first."

The sound of the pipa rang out, and the space here began to distort.

slip away.

Chapter 126 Let’s wait for the sunrise together

The salty sea breeze lifted the hem of Muzan's haute couture suit. He stood in the shadow of the dock, his scarlet pupils behind his gold-rimmed glasses staring coldly at the brightly lit luxury cruise ship.

This cruise ship, which is about to sail to Europe, is his escape route.

Something is so wrong.

He decided to go abroad to avoid the limelight. The Demon Slayer Corps couldn't chase him abroad.

"It's really... leaving home."

Muzan murmured softly, a hint of self-mockery in his voice. He adjusted his tie and blended into the crowd boarding the ship with elegant steps. The mortals who passed by him would never have imagined that this noble and distinguished young man was the ancestor of demons who made all of Japan tremble.

Wuzan subconsciously touched the inside pocket of his suit—a first-class ship ticket and a foreign bank passbook. As a ghost king who had lived for a thousand years, this was his first time traveling abroad.

He is a miserable person, but he is actually a closed-door person.

Although he shouted so loudly, his power was originally obtained by accident. In the human era, he was just an ignorant, weak and useless noble.

If he had been smarter back then, he wouldn't have been unable to see the sun all day long.

Over the past thousand years, apart from learning some medical knowledge, it is hard to say that he has made any progress.

At this moment, he even felt a little panic about the unknown foreign country.

He encouraged himself, you can do it. It's just going abroad, training a few foreigners to start a vampire family.

Learn from this lesson, make some vampire code, and never eat people so arrogantly again.

He looked down at the precious gold watch on his wrist; the sound of the second hand ticking was particularly clear in the silence.

It's almost time. The ship will leave soon. We'll be far away from those mutated Demon Slayers.

Start all over again.

"Sir, your boarding pass?"

The waiter's voice brought him back to reality. Muzan smiled perfectly and handed over the boat ticket.

A wealthy first-class passenger.

"Sir, do you need help with your luggage?"

The waiter's voice became more attentive.

Wuzan shook his head gracefully, his voice gentle: "No need.

The lights in the boarding passage stretched his shadow very long. The moment he stepped onto the gangway, Wuzan suddenly stopped and looked back - hometown, hometown, when can I come back?

The waiter looked at Muzan's posture and couldn't help but sigh inwardly: What a noble young man, he must be going abroad to study.

"I wish you a pleasant journey."

The waiter bowed respectfully.

Muzan nodded slightly and his figure disappeared into the shadow of the cabin.

Snapped.

A pale hand suddenly rested on his shoulder.

Muzan shuddered, suppressed his anger and desire to attack, and slowly turned around.

Standing behind him was a strange man with long black hair, pale skin, and golden, snake-like eyes. He didn't look like a good person.

"What's the matter?" Wuzan maintained a perfect smile, his voice gentle and polite, "How can I help you?"

"What do you think of life...?"

Muzan's skin was covered with goose bumps, and he was about to go berserk.

The sea breeze suddenly became biting, and the cruise ship's whistle echoed.

The stranger chuckled at this moment: "Sorry, this is a project specified by the client."

Wuzan retreated calmly, his leather heels tapping lightly on the deck. He glanced around, searching for an escape route.

"I'm Orochimaru," the man with the dangerous snake eyes introduced himself. "I'm currently employed by the Demon Slayer Corps."

The aura of a strong man appears.

Muzan didn't want to fight anymore and just wanted to run away.

Swish!

Muzan's figure instantly turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the sea, but in the next second, it crashed into a transparent barrier. Ripples like water appeared in the air.