Demon Slayer: Tomioka Giyuu Is Reborn with the Favorability System

Continuing from the previous little fanfic, if you don't like it, please don't comment Vampire Art: Snow Falling in the Dry Garden! Around the altar, countless slender icicles condensed like weeping willows, and then suddenly collapsed, turning into beautiful but deadly ice crystal snowflakes floating in the sky! These snowflakes appear to be soft, but in fact each one contains the power of extreme cold that freezes blood and erodes the spirit, and can attack from any angle according to Tongmo's will! Snowflakes fall silently, trying to penetrate "Nagi"'s realm. However, after being strengthened, the heroic "Nagi" can isolate energy and entities even more perfectly. Ice crystal snowflakes cannot invade the interior of the domain, but can only accumulate and freeze on the surface of the domain, making "Nagi" look like a huge ice ball. The smile on Tong Mo's face faded slightly. The opponent's defense was unexpectedly strong. He decided not to try again. "What a distressing turtle shell~" Tong Mo stood up, the compassion in his colorful eyes faded away, leaving only the cold murderous intent, "Then, just smash it." Vampire Art·Bai Ji of Han Lie! He clasped his hands together, and two huge and beautiful shadows of the Ice Valkyrie suddenly appeared behind him! The Valkyrie wielded the ice crystal giant sword, with the chill of freezing the soul and the power of cracking mountains and cracking rocks, slashing hard to the left and right towards the "Nagi" field covered by ice! The power of this blow is far greater than the previous blood ghost technique! Even "Nagi" shook violently under the slashes of the two ice crystal giant swords, and the ice on the surface shattered! However, at the moment when the ice shattered and the giant sword was about to touch the core - Breath of the Sun·Four Forms·Phantom Sun Rainbow! The ice crystal giant sword only hit the afterimage of Yiyong, and the real Yiyong had appeared ten meters behind Tong Mo! Breath of Water·Shi Er Shape·No Return Tide! This time the "tide of no return" is no longer covered by the previous coverage. But it seems to have truly awakened the sleeping God of the Ocean! Guided by the heroic swing of the sword, the endless blue sword light is like a world-destroying tsunami. It is layered, vast, and with a majestic will that crushes everything, slamming down towards Tong Mo and the altar where he is! Before the light of the sword arrived, the terrifying pressure had already made the ice of the entire church groan under the weight! For the first time, the emotion called "horror" appeared in Tong Mo's colorful eyes! This power... This power... Has far exceeded his knowledge of "Pillars"! Even more oppressive than the one given to him by Hei Death Mou! "Blood Ghost Technique·Crystal Prince! Scatter the Lotus Flower!" He screamed, summoning multiple ice crystal clones in an instant, and at the same time exploded into countless ice lotus petals in an attempt to dodge! However, in the face of the seemingly endless wave of sword light covering the entire canyon of the "Tide of No Return", all evasion seems futile! The ice crystal clone was annihilated the moment it touched the sword light! The scattered lotus petals were swept up and shattered by the sword energy! Tong Mo's body flashed in embarrassment in the light of swords in the sky. There were already several wounds on his body that were deep enough to see the bones. Blue water vapor lingered around the wounds, crazily eroding and inhibiting his regeneration! "Impossible! How can you be so strong?!" Tong Mo screamed, no longer the calm and playful person before. He crazily activated the Vampire Art, Vampire Art, Fog Ice, and Water Lily Bodhisattva! Trying to summon the strongest Ice Buddha for the final resistance. But Yiyong didn't give him a chance. While the aftermath of the "tide of no return" has not completely dissipated, Yiyong's figure penetrated the light of swords and water vapor in the sky like a ghost and appeared in front of Tong Mo. His eyes were still calm, like a cold pond that reflected no trace of his opponent's embarrassment or madness. The Breath of the Sun·The Shape of Billions·The Circle Dance! This move melted the surrounding ice crystals and ice mist, and also melted the hope in Tong Mo's eyes. His colorful eyes reflected the ever-expanding burning flame, as well as Yiyong's cold and ruthless eyes. "I will die... I will really die..." The moment this thought emerged - "Pfft." The tip of the knife penetrated Tong Mo's neck. Tong Mo's movements froze, with unbelievable shock and a trace of blankness remaining on his face. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out. With his neck as the center, his body began to rapidly disintegrate, turning into countless colorful but quickly dimming ice crystal dust, falling down. The Second String, Tong Mo, died in the Infinite City Church. He was not even able to force out Tomioka Giyu's full strength and failed to cause any effective damage. He was crushed by the opponent's absolute strength and withered and dissipated like an ice lotus. Yiyong put away his knife and watched the last bit of colored ice crystal disappear completely in the night wind. The raging cold air and ice fog in the canyon began to subside quickly.

So well written! I hope the author can keep updating, and I will keep following up with updates 🤭

There is no eunuch, no poison, and the three views are absolutely correct Eat with confidence I hope to be able to witness the world of demon slayer after rebirth from the perspective of Tomioka Giyuu We welcome your criticisms and corrections, and hope to communicate with you more. 🌹 Communicate about plot settings together, Discuss plot points and ignition points together, Perfect the world of demon annihilation together.

The author has a big competition! Update soon!

Oh shit, I'm exhausted from writing fan fiction. I finally realize how difficult it is for an online writer. It must be very tiring for a writer to write so much in a day, but he still persists.

I hope the author will write about righteousness and be more serious in the future. There are a lot of typos.

I wrote a fanfic for this book (I'm not a liberal arts major, so don't comment if you don't like it) The church, all covered by crystal clear ice, reflects an eerie brilliance in the moonlight. In the center of the church, on a huge lotus altar carved from ice, Tong Mo was lying lazily on his side. He has a face as delicate and beautiful as a girl, but his colorful eyes are full of empty compassion and playfulness. In his hand, he was playing with an ice lotus that was constantly condensing and breaking. "Oh, it's finally here~" Tong Mo's voice was sweet and erratic. He looked at the blue figure walking silently at the entrance of the church, his colorful eyes narrowed slightly, "Is there only one person? What a pity, I thought I could see beauty. The beautiful Miss Butterfly... However, Mr. Shuizhu, if you can beat Mr. Yiwozuo to the point of dying, you must be able to bring me more happiness, right?" Yiyong Tomioka stopped at the edge of the ice field and looked calmly at Tong Mo on the altar. Without responding to the other party's words, he just slowly pulled out his Nichirin Sword. The blade of the blade is blue, reflecting the surrounding ice crystals, making it even more cold. "It's so indifferent~" Tong Mo made a hurt expression, but his eyes became more and more excited, "Then, let's start the game of 'redemption'~" He waved his hand gently. Vampire Art·Lotus Leaf Ice! Countless huge ice lotus leaves with edges as sharp as knives condensed out of thin air, spinning and whistling, heading towards Yiyong like a packet! Each lotus leaf contains extreme cold and cutting power, enough to crush rocks instantly! Yiyong's eyes did not change, he did not even move. He just held the sun blade upright in front of him and let the breath of water flow. The Eleven Type·Nagi! The realm of absolute calm is unfolding again, more stable and larger than before! The sharp lotus leaves that came from the sky suddenly slowed down and twisted in trajectory the moment they touched the "Nagi" field, as if they were trapped in a thick invisible water curtain. Their power was dissolved layer by layer, and finally they exhausted themselves and landed at Yiyong's feet, shattering into ice slag. Wow, wow, I can't write anymore. As expected, writing online articles is still very hard.

Well written, keep up the good work!

The writing is so attractive! The author will update soon!

The night was as thick as ink, and the strong wind in the wilderness was carrying a strong smell of blood and ghosts, making a shrill whimper. Yiyu Tomioka and Saneya Immortal stood side by side, their two figures like rocks standing in the storm. Opposite them is that suffocating and terrifying existence - the first string, Black Death Mou. Six eyes stared at them coldly, and the ghost blade in his hand glowed with a strange blood-colored halo. "Two pillars..." Hei Shimo's voice was low and ancient, carrying the vicissitudes of hundreds of years, "Tomioka Giyu, Immortal Kawa Saneya. Do you want to die here?" Giyu did not answer. He just lowered his body slightly, and the blade of the Sun Blade glowed blue in the moonlight. After the battle with Tong Mo and the addition of system points, his aura was different from the past. It was as calm as the deep sea, but it contained an undercurrent that could overturn the world. Immortal Kawa Saneya grinned with a ferocious smile, and the scars on his face became more terrifying as the muscles stretched. "So much nonsense, old man. Tonight is the last day you will live for hundreds of years!" Before he finished speaking, he turned into a silvery white wind! Breath of Wind·Shape of Seven·Strong Wind·Tengu Wind! Countless violent slashes composed of sharp wind blades, like white hurricanes tearing apart space, swept towards Black Death Mou from all directions! Each wind blade is enough to cut the rock into powder, and now they converge into a devastating storm! Black Death Mou's six eyes moved slightly, and his figure was like illusory smoke, moving strangely through the violent wind blade network. His speed was so fast that even Saneya's dynamic vision couldn't fully capture it. "Too slow." Hei Shimo's voice sounded behind Shimi, and at the same time, the weird ghost blade had silently stabbed him in the back of the heart! At the critical moment, a blue sword light was like a huge wave rising from the deep sea, accurately intercepting Hei Shimo's blade! Water Breath·Two Types·Water Wheel! The sword of Yiyong collided with the sword of Hei Shimo, causing a harsh metal scream and a terrifying shock wave! The ground is cracked and the wind is blowing! Hei Shimo's six eyes shrank together, staring at the blue-haired swordsman in front of him. The power coming from the blade actually made him feel a sense of... Oppression? This human being is more than one level stronger than the last time we met! "You..." Heishimou said in a low voice, "You have grown up." Yiyong did not respond. He just waved the knife again expressionlessly, and the blue sword light turned into a continuous raging wave, pressing towards Heishimou layer by layer! Each sword contains enough power to split mountains and seas, and each sword accurately blocks all the angles from which Hei Shimo can dodge! Breath of Water·Shi Er Shape·No Return Tide! Heishimou was finally forced to fight head-on! His Crying God collided with Yiyong's Nichirin Sword dozens of times in an instant, and each collision erupted with fire that tore through the night sky! But at this moment, a silver-white figure came in from the flank! Breath of Wind·Eight Type·First Fierce Wind Slash! Shimi's knife struck at Hei Shimo's neck from the blind spot of Hei Shimo's vision at an incredible angle! This knife was as fast as lightning and as cruel as a poisonous snake, embodying all of Shimi's anger and murderous intent! Black Dead Mou's six eyes turned sharply, and he twisted his body forcibly, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow, but his shoulder was still cut open by the blade with a deep wound visible to the bone! Red ghost blood splashes! "Asshole..." A trace of anger flashed in Hei Shimo's eyes. These two pillars, one for frontal suppression and the other for side attack, work so well together! What's even more frightening is that Giyuu's sword attacks are continuous and seemingly endless, making it impossible for him to get rid of the frontal pressure and deal with Saneya with all his strength! "Are you surprised, old man!" Shimi smiled grimly and licked the ghost blood splashed on the corner of his mouth, "We are not those trash fish that you casually crush to death! If you want to kill us, you have to pay with your life!" Hei Shimo said no more. He took a deep breath, and the ghost energy around him suddenly surged! In the depths of those six eyes, something seemed to have completely awakened. The next moment, his sword force changed. It is no longer the weird and erratic thing before, but an ancient, heavy, and full of years of precipitation... Swordsmanship. That was the swordsmanship he spent his whole life honing as the swordsman "Jigoku Iwakatsu" in the human era. It was the "Breath of the Moon" that later became a ghost, fused with the blood of ghosts and hundreds of years of yarn slaughter, and was sublimated. Yue Zhi's Breath·Shilu Shape·Yue Hong! Hundreds of huge arc-shaped sword lights that can cut through the night sky, wrapped in the cold and lonely moonlight, bloom from the blade of Hei Death Mou! The knife was so fast that even Yiyong's dynamic vision could only capture a faint afterimage! Yiyong's pupils shrank suddenly, and his instinct of water breathing allowed him to instantly elevate the defensive conception of "Shiyi Type·Nagi" to the extreme, and at the same time he retreated violently! The sword light passed by, and a bottomless ravine was cut out where he originally stood. The aftermath even cut a huge rock dozens of meters away in half! Shimi was also forced back a few steps by the power of the sword, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. This old guy... If that knife hit him head-on, he would have been cut in half! "Did it." Hei Shimo's voice was full of surprise, and his six eyes stared at Yiyong standing not far away with a knife, "Your defense is indeed outstanding." Yiyong did not answer, but slowly adjusted his breathing. There are several wounds on his body that were scratched by the sword energy, but due to the terrifying recovery power, they are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Hei Shimo noticed this, and the light in his six eyes became deeper. "Your recovery ability... Is very unusual. And your strength... Has exceeded the limits of human beings. What... Have you gained?" "It has nothing to do with you." Yiyong finally spoke, his voice as calm as water, "Tonight, you have to die here." "Arrogant." Hei Shimo said coldly, raising the knife again! The battle instantly heats up! Three figures intertwined and collided wildly in the wilderness! The light and shadow of swords tore through the night sky, and the shock wave plowed the earth into ravines! The breath of wind and water intertwine, and the killing intent of the moon and blood stirs! Shimi's sword is wild and deadly, and every strike contains the ferocity of death; Giyu's sword is condensed and long, and every slash carries an unshakable will. The cooperation between the two, which was awkward at first, gradually became smooth and smooth - Saneya's strong wind tore open the gap in Hei Shimo's defense, and Yiyong's furious wave took the opportunity to rush in and deal a heavy blow! Hei Shimo had more and more wounds on his body, and red ghost blood stained his body. Although he is still healing, the speed of healing is obviously not as fast as the speed of injury! The attacks of these two pillars, especially Giyu's sword, contain some strange power that inhibits regeneration! "Damn... Damn!" For the first time, clear anxiety and anger appeared in Hei Shimo's six eyes. He has lived for hundreds of years and killed countless ghost hunters, but he has never encountered such an opponent - one who can suppress his power from the front, and threaten his life from the side, and the strongest one actually has the ability to recover beyond ghosts! He must... Solve one first! Heishimou's eyes flashed fiercely, and he suddenly gave up his defense and allowed Shimi's knife to pierce his abdomen. At the same time, the ghost blade slashed Shimi's head with the force of thunder! "Shimi!" Yiyong's pupils shrank suddenly, and his figure exploded instantly. The extreme acceleration of water breathing made him penetrate like a blue lightning! Water Breath·Land Shape·Twisting Vortex! A dark blue vortex appeared, forcibly deflecting the trajectory of Hei Shimo's fatal knife! The blade brushed against Shimi's scalp and cut off a few strands of silver hair! But Yiyong himself was hit in the chest with a backhand punch by Hei Shimo because of this block! "Pfft——!" Yiyong spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards, and hit a rock hard, causing the rock to shatter! "Yong!" Shimi's eyes turned red instantly! "Death!" Heishimou's knife followed closely and struck the fallen Yiyong! However, just when the blade was about to touch Yiyong, a silver-white figure crazily crashed into his attack range! Breath of Wind·Jiu Zhi Sha·Wei Tuotian! Shimi's figure turned into a stream of silver light that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye. He used his head as a weapon and hit Hei Shimo's sword hard, knocking the sword away! At the same time, his knife also slashed at Hei Shimo's neck crazily! Heishimou was forced to return his sword to block, but Saneya's offensive was completely regardless of himself, each sword was faster than the other, and each sword was harder than the last, even at the cost of injury! There were instantly several bone-deep wounds on his body, dripping with blood, but he was completely unaware of it, and there was only crazy killing intent in his eyes! "Dare to hurt him? I'll chop you up!!!" Heishimou was forced to take several steps back by this crazy momentum, feeling frightened and angry in his heart. These two pillars actually work so hard for each other? This bond... This feeling... A distant and blurry picture suddenly flashed through his mind. ...... It was a dusk hundreds of years ago, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the corridor of the dojo. A young child stumbled behind him, shouting in a childish voice: "Brother! Brother!" That was his younger brother, Ji Guoyuanyi. At that time, he had not yet become a ghost, and he was not yet Hei Si Mo. He is the eldest son of the stepfather family and a swordsman who shoulders the honor of the family. And that younger brother, even though he was born with God-given markings and had talents beyond ordinary people, always looked at him with such dependence and admiration. "Brother, teach me swordsmanship!" "Brother, do you think I'm doing well?" "Brother..." What happened next? Later, Yuanyi showed his unparalleled talent, created the Breath of the Sun, and became a legendary swordsman. But he, Jiguo Iwakatsu, could only look up to the younger brother who once followed him. In the end, out of jealousy and unwillingness, he accepted the blood of Onibatsuji Mukai and became a ghost. For hundreds of years, he thought he had forgotten those images and the child who called him "brother". But at this moment, on the edge of life and death, when looking at these two pillars fighting to protect each other, those dusty memories came flooding back like a tide. Yuanyi... If I had not been blinded by jealousy, if I could be like these two pillars, supporting each other with my companions walking side by side instead of pursuing the so-called "supreme" alone... Would the ending be different? Could I be like them and risk my life to protect something instead of living for hundreds of years for the sake of nihilistic "power"? ...... "Black Death Mou!" A cold low drink woke him up from his trance. Tomioka Giyuu had stood up again, covered in blood, but his blue-gray eyes were burning with unprecedented light. "Your sword has long since decayed." Yiyong said word by word, "You have forgotten the original intention of a swordsman. You have forgotten to protect. You have forgotten... What you should have as a human being." Black Death Mou's six eyes were shocked. "So," the righteous Nichirin Sword was slowly raised, and the aura of Breath of Water was condensed to the extreme, "you can't defeat us." Breath of Water·Third Form·No Return Tide! Azure blue light erupted from Yiyong's body, turning into an overwhelming phantom of a huge wave, crashing down on Hei Shimo! Hei Shimo's knife became extremely heavy in this "ocean", his movements were restrained by the ubiquitous water pressure, and his breath of the moon was weakened to the extreme in this pure "water concept"! "This... This is..." "Die!" Shimi's voice sounded behind him! Breath of Wind, Pick Up Form, Tornado Hurricane! Shimi condensed all his anger, all his murderous intent, and all his power into this sword! The silver-white sword light turned into a hurricane that penetrated the heaven and earth, and slashed into Hei Shimo's body from behind! "Uh-ah——!" Hei Shimo let out a shrill roar, and his body was almost cut in half by this knife! Red ghost blood surges like a fountain! Giyu's sword arrives at the same moment! Breath of the Sun·One round dance! There was nothing fancy, just an extremely calm slash that condensed all Yiyong's will, slashing through Hei Shimo's neck from the front! Hei Shimo's head flew up, and his body collapsed, twitching on the ground, and began to disintegrate and dissipate. His six eyes, the last sight, fell on the cold moon in the night sky. (Yuanyi...) At the last moment of his life, his consciousness returned to that dusk hundreds of years ago. The young child appeared in front of him again. Not the breath-of-the-sun swordsman who later amazed the world, but just an ordinary younger brother who simply worshiped his elder brother. "Brother..." Yuanyi's voice was distant and vague. Hei Shimo's lips moved, and he silently said something he had not said for hundreds of years: (Yuanyi... I'm sorry... I... Have always... Envyed you... And missed you... So much...) (If... I could do it again... I want... To... Be your brother... Instead of... A ghost...) The consciousness gradually dissipated and turned into nothingness.

The author should find an operations officer. Other popular books have them, but you don't.

Come on, author, I will keep following up for updates.

I'm a poor person who doesn't spend money. I only have 6 points left. I originally wanted to vote for the monthly vote, but I couldn't get it, so I could only vote for chapter 5 recommendations.

The fanfic is really good, please give it a try!

The space of Infinite City was constantly twisting and folding under the sound of Narume's pipa, and Tsuji Muzan sat on the highest throne, with undisguised disgust and violence in his scarlet eyes. Tong Mo still had that disgusting hypocritical smile 😄😄😄, and seemed to be already thinking about where to have some fun after the meeting. Yiwozao didn't even bother to open his golden pupils. Yu Hu and Ban Tian Gou huddled in the corner, not daring to express their anger. The prostitute Taro and the fallen brother and sister stood together, their heads lowered. This is a regular meeting for winding. Muzan's cold voice echoed in the empty space: "Hantengu, Yuhu, I'm very dissatisfied with your recent performance." His fingertips tapped the handrail lightly, "The pillars of the Demon Slayer Squad are showing spots one after another, and you, the useless people on the string, can't even remove a few pillars?" "S-Sir, please calm down..." Hantengu was trembling with fear, and he didn't even dare to look up at Muzan. "Shut up." Wu Mei's voice suddenly turned cold, and a cold murderous intention appeared on that handsome and almost eerie face. "Do you think that after living for hundreds of years, you can stand and talk in front of me?" The entire space fell into a deathly silence. Yi Wo Zuo finally opened his eyes, and Wu Mei's figure was reflected in his golden pupils, but he didn't say anything. , And then returned to that mask-like smile. In this suffocating depression, a steady sound of footsteps came from a distance. A tall figure stepped out of the shadows. He has a dark purple high ponytail, six golden eyes, and dark red flame-like marks on his left forehead and right chin. He was dressed in a samurai uniform from the Warring States Period, with an alien sword full of eyes on his waist - the "Xu Crying God" made of his own bones and blood. One of the upper strings, Hei Si Mou. "Hei Shimo, you are here." Wu Mei's tone slowed down slightly. This was the greatest "goodwill" he could show to all his men. After all, in Wu Mei's long thousands of years, this was the only man whom he regarded as a "partner" instead of a simple slave. "Very good, now that everyone is here, let's start." Wuhan stood up, his blood-red eyes swept over every ghost present, and his voice was filled with unquestionable majesty. "I have obtained the latest information about Nezuko - the girl from the Kamado family. Not only did she overcome the sunshine, but she may also hold the secret of the blue Higan flower. No matter what, she must be caught." Tong Mo said in a timely manner: "Sir, let me go, I will definitely-" "I didn't let you speak." Muzan interrupted him coldly. "Leave this task to Heishimou." Wuhan drill looked at Heishimou, "Go and bring Nezuko Kamado back, no matter what means you use. If the Demon Slayers dare to stop you, they will kill them all." The whole place was silent, and all the eyes of the upper string fell on Heishimou. "Master Wuhan, there is something unclear about this subordinate." The atmosphere in the entire space suddenly became tense. Wuxian frowned: "Say." "Four hundred and eighty years ago, my subordinate followed you and became a ghost in the name of Ji Guo Yansheng." Hei Shimo's fingers gently touched the Xu Crying God at his waist, and the eyeballs on the handle seemed to be alive, slowly turning. "I thought that after turning into a ghost, I would have endless time to practice swordsmanship, make up for the regrets of my life, and surpass that figure that I could never reach in this life." "But four hundred and eighty years have passed, and my subordinates have been practicing day and night, honing the breath of the moon to the extreme, and even mastering it. I understand that I can see through the world and see through the essence of all tangible things. However, "Subordinate," he suddenly pulled out the Void Crying God, and the blade glowed coldly under the strange lights of Infinite City. "Why can't I touch Jiguo Enichi?" Wumei's pupils suddenly shrank. "What nonsense are you talking about?" There was murderous intent in his voice, "Hei Death Mou, do you want to question something in front of me?" Hei Death Mou held the blade horizontally in front of him. Before he finished speaking, his blade was already covered with a layer of strange moonlight, and countless tiny crescent-shaped slashes circled around the blade. "For four hundred and eighty years, I have never stopped thinking - why must I rely on the blood of Master Wu Mei to transcend Yuanyi?" Hei Shimo's voice was still as calm as water, "It was only now that I finally figured it out." "What have you figured out?" Wu Mei's voice was extremely cold, and countless whip-like tentacles began to appear behind him. "Relying on Lord Wuhan's blood was wrong from the beginning." The urinal was the first to scream, and his ugly body began to tremble uncontrollably. Countless hands stretched out from the pot, as if praying or begging for mercy. For a long time, the dog collapsed directly on the ground, unable to speak complete words for a long time (just like the name). The prostitute Taro instinctively stood in front of Fallen Princess, his eyes full of fear and disbelief. Even Yiwozao, there was a trace of fluctuation on the always indifferent face - for this man who has never violated Wuhan's will for hundreds of years, his words and deeds at this moment are no different than the sun rising from the west. As for Tong Mo, the false smile that had been hanging on his face all year round finally disappeared completely, leaving only pure surprise (pretended) on his handsome face. Yi Wo Zuo spoke sharply: "Hei Shimo! Do you know what you are talking about?!" There was a rare anger in his voice. This was the first time that the Shangxian ghosts had open internal strife without any warning, and it was in front of Wuhan. "Yiwo seat, step aside." Hei Shimo's words were not serious, but they were like an invisible knife, accurately piercing the heart of every ghost present, "This is between me and Wu Mei." Wuxian's eyes were so gloomy that he could almost bleed. This was the first time in thousands of years that he had heard someone dare to say such words in front of him, and the person who said these words was his most trusted "partner" - no, maybe it was the absolute authority that had never been betrayed, which made him disdain to make such an assumption of "whether he would be betrayed." "Interesting." Wu Mei's voice suddenly became surprisingly calm. This calmness was more terrifying than his rage just now. "Heishimou, who do you think you are? Do you think you can be equal to me after living by my side for more than four hundred years?" Yiwozuo took a step closer again, with complex emotions burning in his golden pupils: "Heishimou, I don't care what your reasons are. Lord Bei Wuhan is gen——" "Do you know why, for hundreds of years, I devoured all the other top strings when they were engaged in bloody battles, but only you were left?" Heishimou did not look at Yi Wo Zuo, but these words made Yi Wo Zuo's movements freeze instantly. Yi Wo Zuo opened his mouth but did not answer. "Because you and my subordinates are both warriors and have unshakable obsessions in their hearts." Hei Shimo's tone slowed down slightly, "But the difference is that you can still deceive yourself into thinking that you can achieve your obsessions by following Lord Wuhan. And I -" "I can't lie to myself anymore." As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Lai Shen Go suddenly swung out! Countless huge crescent-shaped blades flew rapidly towards Wu Mei in a strange and irregular trajectory! Those crescent moons are not ordinary slashes - each moon blade carries the crystallization of Hei Shimo's 480 years of practice, which has pushed the blood ghost technique of Moon Breath to its ultimate form. Wherever the blade passes, the space seems to be torn apart! However—— "Ding!" A crisp metal collision echoed in Infinite City. Wu Kuan stretched out a hand, spread his fingers, and blocked those crescent slashes that could destroy the pillar. The tentacles hardened in an instant, forming a perfect defensive barrier. "Is this the 'ultimate' you have practiced for four hundred and eighty years?" Wu Mei's voice was full of ridicule 😤🤔, and his blood-colored eyes were burning with furious flames, "You can't even hurt my fur!" He waved his tentacles violently, and dozens of whip-like tentacles as thick as arms shot out of the air and swept towards the direction of Hei Death Mou! Each tentacle carries terrifying power that is enough to destroy buildings and shatter the defenses of pillar-level swordsmen, and its speed is almost beyond the limit of what the naked eye can detect. Hei Death Mou slid backwards, his body moving between the gaps in the tentacles like a ghost. His speed was truly an "absolute advantage" - those tentacles almost brushed against the corners of his clothes, but could never touch his body. No matter how densely Wu Mei's tentacles dance, Hei Simo's figure can always find a gap and complete an almost impossible dodge within a few millimeters. A strange light ignited on his knife. It was a dazzling red light. He Dao! Oh no😮! According to legend, the reason why Jiguo Enichi's Nichirin Sword was able to inflict irreparable scars on Mu Ke was precisely because of the existence of the He Sword—a power that was comparable to sunlight and completely restrained the rebirth of ghosts. "Are you crazy?!" Yiwozuo roared. Wuxian looked at all this coldly, with a cruel smile appearing on the corner of his mouth. Countless tentacles burst out of the ground, tore out of the walls, crashed from the ceiling, and swept toward Black Death Mou in an overwhelming manner! If even Hei Shimo dares to betray him, then what about the other strings? As soon as this thought emerged, the tentacle's attack became a little more fierce. Hei Shimo's body was flying up and down in the wild waves of the tentacles, and he waved out slashing trajectories like the waning moon in his hand, cutting off the approaching tentacles one by one! Even though Wu Mei's tentacles regenerated at an astonishingly fast rate, under the burning of He Dao, each break would take longer than usual to recover. "Akaza! Fun people! What are you waiting for?!" Wu Kuai roared, with unprecedented urgency in his voice. "Get him!" Leziren didn't move, and neither did Yiwozuo. Yi Wo Zuo's feet seemed to be nailed to the spot. His eyes looked at the six-eyed swordsman who was fighting bloody battles in the air with complicated eyes. His golden pupils were mixed with anger, confusion, and an indescribable... Envy? "Yi Wo Zuo!" Wu Kuan shouted again. Heishimou was finally hit by a tentacle. He flew dozens of meters like a kite with a broken string, and hit the wall of Infinite City heavily, making a huge depression. Wuxian looked at him mockingly, approaching step by step: "Four hundred and eighty years of loyalty ended because of such a ridiculous reason? Hei Shimo, you let me down so much! The blood ghost technique..." "Lord Wuxian, of course you will be disappointed. Because you have never understood-" He suddenly became violent! The figure rushed towards Wu Mei like a bolt of lightning, constantly shuttling between the gaps in the tentacles, and the distance quickly closed! Wu Mei subconsciously increased the density of his tentacles, covering almost all the space in front of him, forming an impenetrable barrier. "——The pride of a warrior!!!" The crying blade ignited with a blazing red light, and he pushed He Dao to the limit! Wuxian instinctively took a half step back. Hei Shimo gave up all defenses and allowed the tentacles to penetrate his chest, using the impact force to accelerate forward! The red light on the knife became brighter and hotter, almost burning the hands holding the knife! "Yuanyi..." At the moment when the tip of the knife was about to touch Wu Mei's forehead, Hei Shimo's lips moved slightly and spit out a name that had been buried in his heart for four hundred and eighty years. "Brother, I just want to catch up with you." The knife fell. With a flash of fire, Wu Mei's six hearts were instantly severed. Instead of normal blood, the incision was a mass of blackened and charred flesh! That is the burning effect of He Dao, which is the only way to curb the regeneration of ghosts in a short period of time and cause damage that cannot be healed quickly like Jiguo Enichi. "Ahhhhhh!!!" Wuxian let out a scream and backed away suddenly, not even caring about his face. The blood-colored eyes were full of disbelief! "Hei-die-Mou!" Wu Mei's voice was full of murderous intent, and the entire Infinite City began to collapse under his anger. "I want you to live but not die!" Wuxian's figure staggered back in the ruins, the black wounds were still burning, and the burning pain was not only physical - but also psychological. This was the first time in more than four hundred years that he had felt such a real and tangible threat of death. A picture flashed through his mind: During the Warring States Period, the man's Nichirin sword glowed red, looking down at him like a god. Following the fate of the country. No, the person standing in front of him was not just the brother of Yui Yuichi, but the samurai who inherited Yui Yi's will. The gap between them was never as big as imagined. Even Hei Shimo had already touched that realm, but he had always been blinded by the jealousy and inferiority in his heart towards his younger brother. Infinite City began to collapse, and the top stringers fled in all directions. Even Yiwozuo was pulled away from the destructing battlefield by Leziren. Wuxian finally regained his composure. Although the incision has not yet recovered, the regeneration mechanism in the body is slowly operating. His eyes fell on Hei Shimo and sneered: "Do you think you'll win if you cut out a few hearts?" At some point, a strange figure appeared in a corner of Infinite City. That was not a ghost, but a cat - a cat with weird fur, holding a small bottle in its mouth, nimbly slipping through the gaps in the ruins, and running towards Wu Mei. Jushi's cat! A flash of fear flashed in Wu Mei's eyes. He waved his hand violently, and his tentacles flew out to slap the cat away. The small bottle drew a parabola in the air and landed in Hei Shimo's hand. "This is..." "The medicine to turn back into a human being." A faint voice came from a distance, and Zhu Shi's figure was looming in the ruins. "Four hundred years have passed, Hei Shimo, you finally have the qualification to make a new choice." Wuxian's face turned livid in an instant: "Zhu Shi! How dare you-" "Of course I dare." Zhu Shi's voice was cold and firm. Jue, "Just like Lord Hei Death Mou did at this moment. If even one of the strings can choose his own destiny, then what reason do I have to continue to hide in the darkness?" Hei Death Mou looked at the medicine bottle in his hand and was silent for a long time. Then, with everyone watching, he uncorked the bottle and drank the lavender liquid in one gulp.

I posted a fanfic, so everyone can read it when they have time. I also want to write a novel 🙄

Wow, good writing, keep up the good work 🙂

Although this book is well written, I really feel that there are a lot of typos and grammatical errors in this book. I suggest the author carefully check the coded chapters for typos and grammatical errors after coding.