Chapter 248
I still say that if Douma was a little weaker, he would have been killed in a bloody battle by Mr. Komaji who was still in Muzan Muzan's camp.
Douma is able to keep Komaji at the level of Upper Rank 3, which means his strength is above that of Komaji.
Now that he has been completely freed from his restraints by Muzan Muzan, and after being bestowed with the blood of the Demon King, his strength has naturally reached a new level.
However, Mr. Komaji is not someone who can be manipulated by others.
"The ritual begins—"
Sabotage: Compass - With him as the core, a twelve-cornered snowflake formation appears under his feet. The stronger the opponent's fighting spirit, the stronger the Compass's reaction, and the higher the corresponding strength and accuracy.
This move has an unexpected effect on Douma, who has a very strong fighting ability.
"Blood Demon Art: Lotus Leaf Ice." Douma waved his fans, and lotus-shaped ice crystals were released. The freezing air from the Ice Lotus Powder was dispersed by the fighting spirit before it even touched Mr. Komaji. Such poison has very limited effect on a demon that can continue to recover.
Of course, this is limited to battles of the same level.
If the level difference is too great, the erosion rate of Douma's toxin will be much faster than the ghost's recovery rate.
Mr. Komaji used his fist to send six consecutive strikes into the air, and the fighting spirit and the ice lotus leaves collided.
Melee combat and magic fighting together, roundabout and direct fighting methods clashing, the speed of attack gradually exceeded the limit of my naked eyes.
On the other hand, the same fighting style also started when I wasn't paying attention.
The wooden dragons of the hated Hakuten surged out from the taiko behind him, and multiple wooden dragons chased Kamado Tanjiro from different directions. The network woven by lightning entangled the cross spear created by the ability of despair and quickly shrank.
Tanjiro Kamado lowers his center of gravity——The God of Fire Kagura: Burning Bone Flame!
The flames released in rotation chopped off. At the moment of cutting the wooden dragon, the burning sensation along with the vampire magic made Zeng Potian feel a sharp pain. The wooden dragon that could not regenerate temporarily filled Zeng Potian's eyes with resentment.
"Get out of the way!" I yelled. Between the wooden dragons cut into pieces by Tanjiro Kamado, there were attacks that still had vitality. The drumstick hidden in the dead wood was spinning, and it stabbed at the blind spot behind Tanjiro's back with sharp, silent murderous aura.
This is a precious place!
I stretched my legs out, but I couldn't really move very far, as my weak legs made contact with the rough terrain and I fell to the ground.
At that moment, the feeling of watching the person with whom I had finally established a bond die in front of me allowed me to overcome my psychological barriers. A green light like a vine gushed out of my body, took root, penetrated the solid ground, and penetrated deep into the soil.
At the same time, with the same fighting spirit as my vines, I hammered the drumstick into the ground. The force of the impact obviously caused a huge impact, and obvious cracks appeared on it. The force brought by the fist wind tore the wooden dragon's remaining branches apart.
It's Fuzugawa Genya!
He fell to the ground, back to back with Tanjiro Kamado. When he raised his face, it was obvious that he had turned into a demon, with only his pupils still a distinct blue color.
Several tattoos similar to the ones on Mr. Komaji's wrists appeared on his neck. Although the layout of the technique was based on the place where his foot landed, it did not have the precise power of a real compass, but it was enough to make his vision and perception have no blind spots.
I realized something, and the vines rooted in the ground broke out and groped around the battlefield. There was only one leg left by Mr. Komaji.
With the nourishment of the blue spider lily, Genya Busei increased the limit of his endurance. After consuming a large amount of Mr. Komaji's flesh and blood, he obtained the same blood demon technique as him.
I felt relieved, but they could only hold on temporarily. If they didn't have enough ability to recover -
Although Fuzukawa Genya has the power of a demon, his recovery speed is definitely not enough to compete with Hantengu.
Moreover, they can only try their best to fight against Zeng Bo Tian now, but if they don't find the original body, everything will be in vain.
Only I, only I have the energy now.
I endured the irreparable injuries on my hands and forcibly dug up the rubble and bricks, allowing myself to come into contact with the moist soil, trying to stick my bare skin to it as much as possible. The vines that emerged from all parts of my body roamed more recklessly in the land.
Like tiny tentacles, they poked their heads out from the ground, sucking the flesh and blood and remaining abilities of the severed ghosts on the ground into the vines, and then gathered them into my body with the help of the underground network.
My throat moved, and I tried hard to suppress the nausea-inducing feeling. These abilities looked like green lights like vines, but they were actually extensions of my five senses.
From these flesh and blood, I can even read the ghost's mind to a certain extent.
There is Mr. Komaji's understanding, Douma's emptiness, Hantengu's hatred, and Nezuko's protection.
The wound on my hand was healing and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The pain in my body was gradually fading away with time, and the excessive power in my body was replenished rapidly.
Because there is not enough sunlight for photosynthesis, the evil-repelling effect of my flower stems has been exhausted. When I was feeding Xuan Mi blood just now, I had almost fed him all the photosynthetic power that could be compressed in my body.
What nutrition brings to me is the ability to recover and heal.
It doesn’t matter, these abilities are enough.
Just like humans are afraid of the man-eating mouths of ghosts, ghosts will instinctively fear my vines.
The spreading branches were originally part of my body, and the entire extended area seemed like my body, just like the infinite train to the nightmare.
Hantengu's tiny body was hiding in the ground, in the rubble that had been smashed through. To me, it was like a giant cockroach landing on me.
Creepy and disgusting.
As I thought about it, several vines gathered together underground, and broke out of the ground like thick branches. The green light was concealed by the aura, and it swallowed up the body of Hantengu, whose reaction was not fast, like a monster from the abyss.
I frowned. I couldn't consume such a living, powerful ghost power as easily as I would consume lifeless flesh and blood.
It takes a long time to digest.
And there is no way to separate his body, so my absorption will become very slow -
Suddenly, I felt as if my arm had touched something cold. I looked closely and before the pain reached my brain, I saw my severed right arm.
A clone that looks exactly like Hantengu appeared in front of me at some point. The huge ghost body was covered with a loose kimono. This was the hateful ghost that separated from the body of the hateful Pokuten when the original body was under great threat.
With the purest hatred.
His sharp nails were covered with a layer of fine wind blades, which easily cut my arm into pieces.
However, for me now, such harm is no longer useful.
A long green stem stretched out from the broken arm, connected to the wound and stretched it hard, just like an elastic rope, pulling the fallen broken arm back. The green light on the wound was sealed, and it returned to its original state.
When you heal yourself, you always have to endure double the pain, but compared to the current situation, these little things are nothing.
I swung the green whip and whipped the hateful ghost at such a close distance. At this moment, the "antidote" of the green red spider lily to ghosts was injected into the body of the hateful ghost by me - that is, my blood.
Don’t you want it? If you want it, I’ll give it to you!
This urgently split ghost's skin disease has not yet completely closed, and most of the body has not been reassembled. Naturally, the skin is not tight enough or hard enough, especially the big bump on the top of the head, which still has reddish flesh that can even be directly soaked in my juice.
Therefore, even my power, which is considered gentle to ghosts, penetrated into it.
As the darkness in the Hateful Ghost's eyes faded, his overwhelming ghost aura dissipated, and all his strength relaxed.
But he reacted very quickly, and the impact wave tore my stems and leaves apart, and he fell backwards. The process of stimulating the ghost blood in the ghost body to purify and disappear is very painful.
It's like the pain of getting ghost blood.
Of course, for ghosts who are not afraid of being hurt at all, the pain is not only physical, but more importantly, the spiritual and mental awareness of the decline of their own strength.
The Hateful Ghost rolled on the ground, screaming in pain as he rushed towards me frantically, "Ah - ah - you actually attacked an old person like me! You actually hurt an old person like me! It's unforgivable - it's evil, the worst kind of evil, unforgivable!"
"I will chop off your limbs and present them to Master Wu-wu!"
I controlled the green light to pour onto my body, and controlled the blood that seeped out of my body to cover my skin. He absolutely wouldn't dare to bite me. With this kind of recovery ability, even if I was injured or beheaded, I could recover in the instant of making the wound.
Moreover, any plant there will die immediately if a part of it is cut off.
My current state is because I have absorbed a large amount of flesh and blood from a demon that is quite close to the ancestor of demons, so I have temporarily escaped the limitations of the human body and am infinitely close to the appearance of the original flower.
Amidst that roar, Zen Poten pulled out a person-high tin stick from the wooden dragon of the taiko drum and started beating it with the drumstick in his other hand. The small sound made my brain go blank.
This wavelength will affect people's normal thinking ability.
Do you want to use this to affect my status and reveal flaws?
The Hateful Ghost's sharp nails, with the power of blood magic, pierced through my chest and directly pulled out my heart.
The heart is where my blood is most vibrant.
You bastard, how dare you put your hand in with wounds still on it?
My blood, the "antidote", rushed in like crazy the moment it came into contact with the wound of the Hateful Ghost.
Speaking of broken flaws——while wanting me to reveal my broken flaws, wasn't Akubota doing the same?
Do you really think that other people are easy to deal with?
It was at this moment when the Zonhakuten attacked me that Tanjiro Kamado's almost thoughtless fighting instinct and extraordinary sense of smell allowed him to find the "gap".
The God of Fire Kagura·The Halo Dragon·The Head Dance!
The high-speed attack, like a flying fire dragon, carried half the flame of the sun and swung up from the side of Zeng Botian.
The Zen Pokten also noticed the attack heading for his neck at the first moment. He turned the tin staff in his hand, and the snake-shaped drumstick that was coming across seemed to be hanging on the body of the tin staff. He chopped towards the gap where Tanjiro swung his sword, and at the same time he used his arm wrapped in the wooden dragon to block the side of his neck.
The "gap line" is broken!
The defensive attack was right in front of him, and if Tanjiro ran into it, he would definitely die. But if he stopped at this moment, his posture would be messed up, and he would probably be killed directly.
But I injected a lot of blood into the Hateful Ghost, and it has already affected the Cen Bo Tian.
Well, if you stop, Tanjiro will only be seriously injured!
He must choose the latter, I judged, and lifted the vines on the ground, ready to catch him at any time.
It doesn’t matter, I can transfer all the pain to my body and it will definitely not affect his next fight!
It's just the "gap" that I finally found...
What is Tanjiro Kamado doing!
What surprised me was that he didn't retreat at all, nor did he change his posture or moves. He just left his defense open and concentrated all his strength on this one blow.
Is he crazy!
I don't have the power to resurrect the dead.
Just as I was nervous, a hand went up, and the fist was as sharp as a knife, hitting the snake-shaped sharp drumstick, and the sharp blade pierced into his fist. But at the same time, the blood demon magic that had hit the body of the tin staff instantly smashed this defensive fortification.
At the same time, with his other hand, Genya Busui ignored the wooden dragon inserted into his abdomen and the numbness caused by the electric current, and raised his gun close to the chest of Zeng Botian, firing all the newly loaded bullets.
The continuous attacks at the same position, with the power of Mr. Komaji's blood demon art, the last two bullets penetrated into the body of the Sopoten, and exploded suddenly just like before in front of Douma's face.
The blue red spider lily's power to repel evil exploded within his body.
At the moment of the explosion, Tanjiro's sword also arrived.
The flames burned the knife, as if giving the entire blade a red color, giving people a hot feeling when looking at it, as if the blue light engraved on the knife was also ignited, like blood and sun - cutting into the neck of Zeng Potian.
There was a sound of "swish", and the markings on Tanjiro Kamado's forehead seemed to be affected by his own breathing method and the ochre knife, and they also ignited. With a firm sound, they cut off the neck of the Zen Poten.
At the moment when the head of the Amber Sky was chopped off, I felt that the body trapped in the vines by me was weakening.
The four clones were hung up and beaten by Mr. Komaji, the gathered Zonhakuten was beheaded, and the Hateki was injected with a large amount of "healing antidote" by me just now.
Hantengu's true self has reached an extremely weak point.
Yes, if it is at this time——
I can absorb his essence!