Chapter 109 In the Infinite City "Using the Halo Dance as the skeleton can indeed better bring out the inherent characteristics of chakra, and at the same time absorb the characteristics of the Halo Dragon as much as possible, as the leader..."
The more Ming Jing thought about it, the more he felt that this move had great potential. He simply stood up and left the hot spring to practice in the nearby woods.
You won't be able to develop exquisite swordsmanship by just standing still and relying on your brain to think.
Picking up a thick and slender branch, Ming Jing quickly began to practice.
"Uchiha flow·breath of the sun·halo dragon dance!"
"No, there can be some improvement here..."
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at the same time.
In the infinite city.
"How is your investigation going on regarding Jiguo Yuanyi and Yiwozuo?"
Muzan stood with his hands behind his back and asked the man in front of him who was wearing a purple and black haori and had red hair and a high ponytail.
Anyone who sees this man can't help but feel terrified - at least they will think that it would be too crowded to have six lemon-like eyes in one face.
One of the winding strings, Black Death Mou.
"I went to see the place where Yiwozu fought before he died. It was indeed the Breath of the Sun."
Hei Shimo replied.
Wuxian couldn't help but panic in his heart.
"But I can be sure that it wasn't Jiguo Enichi. Not to mention that he died in front of me 300 years ago. At least if it was Jiguo Enichi, it wouldn't be that hard to kill Yiwozuo. There will be so many traces of the battle left on the scene.”
Heishimou recalled the scene 300 years ago, when Jiguo Enichi was already 80 years old, but he could still defeat him, the top stringer, with a single blow.
He was very sure that if it hadn't been for Ji Guoyuan's mercy on his brother, he wouldn't be where he is today 300 years later.
If it was his younger brother who was like a god descending to earth, there was indeed a possibility of leaving some trump cards behind.
Wu Kuan felt relieved.
"Are you sure? But at that time, I saw Tsukuni Enichi with my own eyes!"
Hei Shimo couldn't help but fell silent.
If there was anyone he couldn't see through, it was Jiguo Enichi.
Even though the Muhan in front of him was very scary, he didn't give him the same unfathomable feeling as Jiguo Enichi.
If Jiguo Yuanyi still has any back-up in this world, he believes it.
But if Enichi Tsukuni still left any traces in this world, he remembered that one of the swordsmiths of the Demon Slayer Corps was very good at machine magic, and the works he forged.
"I remember that there was a swordsmith 300 years ago. He forged a puppet that was exactly the same as Tsukuni Enichi. It also had pillar-level strength. It is now in the Demon Slayer Corps. If I guess correctly, the puppet you met That should be it.”
"But I did meet someone who can use the Breath of the Sun."
Speaking of the Breath of the Sun, Wu Mei could even feel the faint pain from the wound that Ji Guoyi left on him 300 years ago.
This was not an illusion. The wound left by Jiguoyuanyi still existed, but it was covered by the subsequent new flesh and blood and could not be seen.
"That only shows that we haven't cleaned it up yet, and there are still fish that slipped through the net, and they are caught today."
Hei Shimo replied in a low voice.
That was the Breath of the Sun that he couldn't learn. Why could anyone still learn it now? Why, someone has learned it now!
"Heir to the Breath of the Sun..."
Wu Kuai whispered with cold eyes.
For thousands of years, Jiguo Yuanyi was the only thing that could threaten his life except the sun.
Nowadays, the swordsman who inherited the breath of the sun from Yui Kuni has the ability to cooperate with Yui Yi's puppet to kill the three-legged three-legged swordsman. There is no guarantee that he will not be threatened in the future.
This guy must be eliminated! "Narume! Call all the Twelve Demons! By the way, there's also that loser Hibiki!" Muzan ordered decisively.
The sixth string of the lower string was killed, and Wu Mei was too lazy to find anyone else to replace him in a short period of time, so he just took the former sixth string of the upper string, Xiangkai, to replace him.
After hearing this, Naru Nu silently began to play the lute.
"Clang~"
"Clang~"
"Clang~"
……
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The five Shigetsuki in the Twelve Ghost Moons, as well as Hibiki, all soon arrived at Mugen City, below the platform where they were.
"Is this... the next meeting about to start again? I didn't see the lower end of the meeting. Instead, this guy Hibiki passed. Do you want him to become the lower end of the meeting again?"
The windlass, which was on its second string, looked at the other people around it.
He is also a veteran among the ghosts.
It's just that he feels that the speed of changes in the past few years seems to be a bit too fast.
First, Gu Huotiao, one of the lower strings, died a few years ago, so he was successfully promoted to the third of the lower strings, originally the fourth of the lower strings. As a result, last year, Pei Lang, the former second of the lower strings, was killed in Kyoto, and he suddenly became the third of the lower strings. New second string.
As a result, this year, the newly promoted Xixian No. [-] was gone again.
Suddenly, a gurgling sound was heard, and a white carved clay pot rolled from not far away.
"This is……"
"Oh my! It's really rare. After more than 100 years, Master Wuhan actually summoned us for a meeting again?"
A strange man with a mouth above his eyes and several small arms sticking out of his head emerged from the pot.
"Winding Five!"
Windmill was even more surprised.
Yu Hu was also surprised to see a group of Xixian ghosts in front of him.
Not a winding meeting?He even summoned a group of ghosts.
"Uh-huh, it's really scary! Lord Muzan, he actually called all the Twelve Demon Moons at once! Something big must have happened, uh..."
A trembling voice came, and the fourth half-tengu was lying on the stairs with his head covered and a look of fear on his face.
Looking along the stairs, Laushi discovered another female string ghost dressed as an oiran.
On the sixth string, Fallen Princess.
"Ah, Senior Yuhu, long time no see!"
Tong Mo appeared at the edge of the guardrail at some point, waving his hands towards the jade pot below with a very happy expression.
He felt that this should be the expression when he saw a colleague he hadn't seen for a long time.
"Senior Jade Pot! I really like the pot you gave me last time! I placed a woman's head on that pot and placed it in my room! I have to admire it every day before going to bed!"
"Oh? It's a very artistic approach!"
Yuhu's face was filled with approval.
"Speaking of which, why didn't Mr. Yiwozuo show up? Obviously, he should be the first to arrive at every meeting, and I am the last. Shouldn't I be killed by the pillar in shame?"
Tong Mo covered his face with a golden fan, his tone full of curiosity.
However, he did not think that Yiwozuo, the third of the upper strings, would be killed by humans.
(End of this chapter)