…
thump!
Tamado's headless body fell to the ground weakly. Tanjuro ignored it and ran towards Hantengu again with Kakimaru in hand.
"Ah! Just a human! How dare you!"
On muddy ground.
Yuhu's head lay down, and he stretched out his little hands, trying to support himself to get up. He looked at the night sky, two tongues stuck out of his mouth, and shouted in panic:
"I won't die!"
Creaking…
The pale head began to swell irregularly, and the proliferating granules gradually accumulated and turned into sarcomas.
"That's right! That's right!!"
Yuhu turned his head violently, new flesh buds bulging out at the broken part of his neck, and his pupils slid, as if grasping a life-saving straw:
"Hei Death Mou! Your Excellency Hei Death Mou is still around here!"
——Your Excellency Hei Shimo can still contact Lord Wuhan!
"As long as I have a little blood from Master Muzan! I can survive!"
On the verge of death, he lost all sense and began to shout in panic:
"Save me! Lord Hei Shimo! Save..."
Before he could say this.
Uh-huh!
Several small moon arcs fit around Yuhu's head and disappeared in an instant.
Poof! Blood splattered everywhere, and the jade pot with only the head left immediately fell into pieces and turned into several pieces of flesh.
"save……"
A hoarse syllable came from split green lips.
sand…
Little traces of ash began to spread.
…
…
at the same time.
distance.
In a certain town.
Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
"found it."
The figure in a pink shirt kept jumping between buildings, his golden eyes paying attention to the porcelain pot remaining on the ground.
The black font of [二] was engraved in the golden eyes.
Snap.
The Yiwo seat fell from a high altitude, and he landed on his toes in front of a pot. His body leaned slightly due to the fall, his eyes were lowered, and his fists were clenched:
"...the thirty-fourth pot."
After he was informed that he was leaving Infinite City, he rushed to Yuhu's station as soon as possible.
And along the way, they discovered the pots left by the jade pots as they advanced.
However, after searching so many pots, he never found any information about the "intelligence" mentioned by Yuhu.
Just when I wanted to raise my head and continue to follow the path of the pot.
Sudden.
sand…
A wisp of blackened ashes rose from the bottom of his eyes.
"?!" Yiwozuo's pupils shrank suddenly, and he quickly lowered his head to look at the porcelain pot. Burnt marks were now appearing on the patterned pot.
Snap.
He subconsciously reached out to pick up the porcelain pot on the ground and held the neck of the pot.
Different from the previous ones, the porcelain wall of this pot is as thin as a piece of paper.
Yiwo Zuo knows the personality of the jade pot and considers himself an artist of jade pots, and will never destroy the pots he made.
Even if leaving the pot would reveal his whereabouts, he would leave it on the ground openly as if to show off.
Now, there is only one possibility for the pot to turn into ashes and gradually disappear.
"Are you dead?" His face gradually darkened.
Creaking…
The veins spread on Yiwozuo's back and clung to his neck ferociously. He watched angrily as the porcelain pot in his hand gradually turned into ashes:
"whispering sound!"
boom!
He punched the nearby building angrily, and the stone wall was instantly covered with spider web-like cracks:
"Useless guy!"
…
…
Knife Forging Village.
in the forest.
Taking advantage of the gap between Ming Ming Island and Xing Ming's non-stop consumption of Hate Po Sky.
Tap tap tap!
Tanjuro held the wedge pill in his hand and ran towards the Hantengu's body.
Sudden.
"Hiss—!" Tanjuro took a sharp breath. He felt his vision go dark, and a familiar feeling of weakness surged into his heart.
——Exhausted!
The blood on his face quickly turned pale.
After experiencing the battle with Hei Shimo, using thunder and lightning to return the favor, and then killing Yu Hu.
The power of rebirth that was burned last time was finally exhausted.
Because of the memory of the last battle, the consumption of the power of resurrection was far less than Tanjuro imagined.
He opened his eyes, and the two lights in his body came back to life, and the other one quickly burned to the bottom.
No wonder, after running for a while just now, I couldn't catch up with that guy.
"Huh..." After breathing slightly, Tanjuro's complexion improved again.
After taking two staggering steps.
Tanjuro's refocused vision quickly spotted the Hantengu's true form escaping into the distance.
This distance…
He felt the power surge inside his body again.
Click.
Tanjuro stepped forward with his legs, opened the blade, and pointed the blade forward, his whole body tense like a bow and arrow.
The wedge ball in his hand was clenched tightly, and the palm of his hand rubbed against the fish skin of the knife handle, accumulating strength slightly.
——Zheng!
A bright gleam of light condensed from the blade to the tip.
[Stunt Skill·Giant Ninja Thrust·Modified]
"Hiss—" He took a sharp breath of air, and a large amount of oxygen was immediately compressed into his lungs.
[Breath of the Sun]
The sound of the soles of his feet grabbing the ground was clearly audible, and he leaned forward suddenly.
Whoosh——
The surrounding woods recede rapidly!
Like an arrow from a string, he cut through the night with the blade, white steam flowed from the corner of his mouth, and rushed straight towards the escaping "cowardly" ghost!
…
far away.
Da da da! !
The coward was running around in a panic. Even though he was the size of a mouse, he was as agile as a mouse.
"Yu Hu is dead! Lord Wuhan can't be contacted!"
He anxiously muttered to himself, his red eyes about to burst into tears: "What to do! What to do!"
At this moment, Bantian Gou regretted coming to the Knife Forging Village with Yuhu.
Why can't Yu Hu, that reckless and arrogant guy, be a little more careful like him? !
and--
--Why! Why are there such powerful humans!
The cowardly ghost, who had already run a certain distance, sensed the breath behind him and flung it away.
"Dumped it, dumped it?"
He bit his mouth, his voice was high-pitched and trembling, and he glanced cautiously sideways as he ran.
result.
Uh-huh!
Tanjuro, who was thrown away just now, rushed forward in an instant!
"Ouch!!" The coward suddenly screamed in fright. He looked at the blade pointed directly at him and approaching his neck:
"No!"
The voice was so miserable that those who didn't know it thought he was the victim.
when!
Sparks flew where the blade made contact with the skin.
The piercing wedge ball stabbed the coward's neck hard, but the condensed skin was extremely hard.
With the blessing of the He Dao, the wedge ball slowly embedded itself into the neck of the coward.
It seemed like cowardice had reached its extreme.
"Why!" The coward's voice became increasingly angry, and he roared, his weak body suddenly bowing.
Tanjuro pressed the knife in his hand tightly, looking at the appearance of the coward and the last red dot on its head.
His brows twitched.
——Are you going to become a hater?
The Hate Ghost is the last form of the Half-Tengu's protective body.
at the same time.
"Kamamon!"
Mingyu's voice came from the other end of the forest, and his rich voice echoed in the forest:
"The split body I faced has disappeared!"
"careful!"
(End of chapter)
