Tong Mo's physical strength is comparable to that of the prostitute Taro, but his variations and abilities in blood demon magic are above the latter.

Whether it's the blood ghost technique or the soul ability that merges with the fallen hime, it's relatively simple.

It's easy to see the flaws.

However, the prostitute Taro's fighting skills are not comparable to Tong Mo.

The winning rate of the two... In half and half.

This is normal.

And now, Hao thinks that Tong Mo will win... There is no other reason.

It's because the prostitute Taro has a fallen hime, and this woman has been a burden from the beginning.

As long as Tong Mo stares at this, he can contain the prostitute Taro well.

"One has been poisoned, and the other has been eroded by the soul...", Hakuwaner smiled.

The prostitute Taro was gifted, but he didn't train it well.

It's not just to inherit the will of Demon Slayer, it can be said that in the prostitute Taro and the other inheritors, Ha has the idea of experimenting with it, and he doesn't take it seriously.

Otherwise, Tong Mo may not have a chance of winning.

On the other hand, the will to inherit lies in the development and awakening of the future generations, as well as the growth of the original strength, and too much intervention is not in line with the concept of 'inheritance'.

Brothers and sisters who become brothers, and brothers and sisters who fail.

"Get out of here!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of applause, and Ha retracted his senses and looked down.

I saw that the battle between Wu Miao and Black Death Mou had entered a white heat, and in the battlefield space at this time, in addition to Black Death Mou, there were two more people.

It is also one of the few inheritors who has the ability to deal with the flesh and blood clones without misery.

One of them was the kimono woman who had spoken to Ha earlier.

The three of them joined forces to launch a siege against Wu Miao.

A woman's soul ability is attraction, and her soul will emit a special wavelength, which will make her lose her mind from time to time, her movements will be slow, and her attention will be unconsciously attracted to the past.

This attraction comes from a kind of soul resonance, and there is no way to block it directly.

This ability can only be resisted by waking up again and again, allowing the soul to gradually increase its adaptability.

And the other inheritor, who had already had his bloody head removed from Wu Miao, had just been killed.

After such a while, Black Death Mou used his elusive soul ability to constantly create wounds on Wu Miao's body, although the latter's physical recovery ability was intact, but the wounds suffered by the soul could not heal itself.

Black Death's demon knife is attached to the power of the soul, and it is the soul body that can directly act on the target.

"Give me all the death! I was the only winner! ”

After Wu Miao killed an inheritor, he immediately roared again.

Completely lost his composure.

The damage caused to him by Black Death Mou made Wu Miao lose a little face.

No longer having to worry about the inheritor, so that he can devote himself to the battle in front of him.

Immediately, Wu Miao's body took the initiative to explode with blood mist, and a piece of blood qi spread throughout the Infinite City.

Hazy looked up at the building in the other dimension, suspended in the air.

I found that all the stone platforms, pavilions and houses were flowing down like a waterfall of blood... For a while, the Infinite City was full of fishy smells.

Wu Miao has pushed the soul spores to the extreme!

That's what he's really capable of.

The previous injuries that were able to be injured by Tong Mo and Black Death Mou were mainly disturbed by the factor of the inheritor.

Other than that... It's just that Wu Miao wants to win easily in front of Hao and show his crushing level.

It's just a pity that he didn't do it.

Underestimate these enemies.

With the spread of flesh and gas, everything in space is rapidly turning into flesh and blood.

Black Death, who was hiding in the shadows, was just about to attack again, when the floor and walls of a pavilion where he was standing suddenly turned fleshy, and in all the corners, dense eyes appeared in the direction, turning his eyeballs to find his location.

Black Death's soul ability can evade perception, but there is no way to evade the capture of 'line of sight'.

In a moment's breath, an eye under his feet was aimed at him.

The black dead Mou's hair stood on end.

Before his ankles moved, Wu Miao's angry and distorted face had already appeared behind his shoulders.

"Do you really think you have a chance to beat me?!"

"You... It's just a piece of garbage I picked up. ”

Listening to the gloomy and cold movements, Black Death Mou instantly turned into a phantom and disappeared in place.

Although he fled quickly, he still hit.

Half of his body suddenly bulged out one sarcoma after another, making his body deformed, leaving only half of his human limbs.

Black Death wanted to rely on the power of flesh and blood to suppress it, but found that it was useless.

There is no spread and division of cells in the body, extremely fast and violent.

The coverage of Wu Miao's soul spores is limited, as long as he dodges those fluttering blood qi, the black death mou will not be contaminated by the cells, but the blood-colored waterfalls that fall from the sky around him seem to catalyze the density of Wu Miao's own blood qi, making the effect of his ability even greater.

It's also more powerful.

At this time, the central space of the entire Infinite City was filled with a layer of red mist.

There is simply nowhere to hide.

Even though there is no space that has been affected by the blood mist, there are also 'robes' that are invisible to the naked eye.

Black Death wants to swing his knife and cut off half of his affected body... But combat instinct and experience told him that it was useless.

The cells had invaded his internal organs.

Even with the blood into the brain.

His body was already uncontrollable, and he immediately fell from the sky and fell to a floating platform below.

At that moment, a slender chain-tipped spear shot through the air, piercing his abdomen and dragging him back.

The chain is a tentacle that grows from the body of Wu Miao.

In the process of being pulled back, the corner of Black Death's eye caught a glimpse of the woman on the other side.

This inheritor has been turned into a huge ball of flesh beyond recognition, and he can't see the facial features and body of the human at all, only the eyes that glow with love and intoxication, looking up at the person above... That is, hazy.

Women don't seem to have the slightest fear of death.

The meaning conveyed in the light of the eyes is like dying here, getting what you want.

If you can practice your will, even if you give your life, you will be happy.

"Failed?"

A thought flashed through Black Death's mind.

Some vague images of the retrospective lights suddenly flashed through my mind, and gradually became clear.

He remembered a few people and things.

…

And after witnessing all this, the mind sensed the will of the ghost to destroy this world, the 'little tree'.

Obviously, Xiaoshu didn't want to let Wu die here.

Wu Miao is the original seed of this 'world', incubated.

The soul ability of no misery, that is, this contagious 'spores', is actually the so-called soul that can change the logic of the physical body when it is full-time... Including the abilities of Black Death Mou and Tong Mo, one is to 'disappear', and the other is to strip and control the soul remnants... These are all leftovers of hazy play.

But for them, it's good to be able to do it to that extent.

Black Death Mou, Inheritor, died in battle.

The one who wins is not miserable.

But in this, there is the will of the world secretly meddling...

Guide the destiny of all.

"You're still optimistic about him... Is it? ”

Hazy's mind moved.

He asked Xiaoshu.

The tree shook slightly, as if in response.

At this time, Wu Miao had already 'digested' the black death.

He flashed directly from his original position in front of Hao.

A black suit had long been shattered and bloodstained.

"I won."

He spat out three words coldly at the man sitting on the ground.

There was a hint of pride and excitement in his tone.

Tong Mo and the prostitute Taro are still fighting... The winner has not yet been decided.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Even if the two join forces, it is impossible to win without misery.

"You're in... Look down on me? ”

Hazy asked lightly.

A simple sentence made the complacent and miserable who had just won a big victory like falling into an ice cellar, and immediately reacted, hesitated for a moment, bent his knees a little bit, and knelt down on one knee with a look of forbearance and struggle.

"Huh."

Haze chuckled.

"With your ability, you should have died if you overdrew your soul power to this extent... Your blood ghost technique is fused with soul spores, and it is far less powerful. Hao continued, "Your soul is now full of cracks, and it is in danger... You're surprised that you can talk to me so freely..."

“……”

There was no misery, and his pupils twitched.

Truly... He was in a wonderful state now, and he didn't feel the pain and damage to his soul.

Even the trauma to his soul from Black Death was not so obvious.

"The world... Saved you. ”

Hazy spoke.

"What?"

No misery is unknown.

If the will of the world wants to keep a certain character, it must change the original rules and highlight certain behaviors of the 'past history', such as some experiences of the miserable past, which are amplified with the change of the rules, so that his potential can gain some 'power' in the present to maintain the conditions for his survival.

And these experiences were originally of little use.

In doing so, the will of the world will inevitably be damaged.

Then, his eyelids lifted and he stared at Wu Miao: "This is the game I arranged, and you are all my chosen contestants, and I am the only referee." ”

"You understand... What does this mean? ”

There is no misery, and suddenly the premonition is not good.

His throat rolled unconsciously.

"What if... You relied on your own ability to live to the end, and I will fulfill my promise. But... I don't like to have something outside do to me, to do something to me. Under normal circumstances, you may be able to kill the Black Death Mou and the Inheritor, but your own state is absolutely extremely poor, and then fight to the death with one of the two of them, it is not easy to say who wins and who loses. ”

"Even if your odds are still greater, suspense is suspense."

"And now, the one who wins, it must be you."

"I ......"

Wu Xi sweated, "Are you going to regret it?!" ”

"It's not a reversal... Just let the script follow another trajectory and continue to play out. ”

Hao shook his head, "This line of yours, in my place, is not established." ”

No miserable brain is blank.

He... I saw the killing intent in the man's eyes.

"What does this have to do with me? What world kept me? What are you talking about? I won by strength! No matter how large the number of them is, they can't kill me! ”

"You ......"

"I don't... I don't... I don't want to die! ”

"I'm not going to die!!"

(End of chapter)