The selection of the ghost killing team is to throw swordsmen into the mountain full of ghosts, and life and death are determined.

Those who survived after seven years were passed.

Through the only condition, it is to be alive. These simple words can also show how cruel the Demon Killing Team is in essence.

In previous years, there were always some people who found a place to hide when they arrived at Tengxi Mountain, or they would stick to the edge of the wisteria flower forest to avoid ghosts and use this kind of cleverness to pass the trial.

If it weren't for being very hungry, the ghost wouldn't resist his disgust for wisteria flowers.

Now, it is fifth.

This time, the atmosphere of Tengxishan was a bit unusual.

At this moment, a young man held a knife in his hands, his eyes wandering around, and his feet were messy gravel.

The young man had a middle-parted hairstyle, with two strands of longer hair hanging down on his forehead until he was under the corner of his eyes, with black hair and black pupils.

He was wearing the most ordinary Demon Killing Team Pre-selected Swordsman uniform, with black all over his body, and the white buttons on his neck were tightly clasped. His clothes were bulging, and it could be seen that there were also many muscles under him.

This is Shuihu Swordsman, Murata, and the master is a relatively ordinary Shuihu Cultivator.

Murata's eyes were wandering, and he could see the distorted shadows around him, and he could hear the occasional chirping of insects and the rustling wind blowing the leaves.

On the night when the vineyards hit the mountain, there is a wisteria flower forest that looks like crystal purple stars all over the sky, which can be said to be very beautiful.

But if you know that there are evil ghosts, the beautiful scenery is gone, and there is only a terrifying feeling left.

"What's going on? I met two ghosts on the first day."

"Later, I took the initiative to search and it was difficult to find it. Didn't it mean that there were many ghosts in Fujishishan?"

Murata was a little confused, but then his eyes condensed and he looked at the ground ahead.

"Well? The ground is a little sunken and leaves traces."

"Is some kind of alien ghost?"

A hint of excitement rose from my heart.

In Murata's eyes, ghosts are not powerful because he doesn't know Xinyue and does not know the blood ghost technique.

I only knew that I was the first in the trial, and I was afraid, but who knew that when I really fought, I easily cut the heads of the two ghosts and sent them to hell.

Murata's heart was a little inflated at this moment.

So, thinking about the look of being respected after killing many ghosts, Murata slowly chased after the traces on the ground.

His speed was not slow, and he was like a quick-moving monkey in the mountains, constantly moving forward.

About ten minutes later, Murata stopped.

Because he felt the solemn atmosphere, all the birds and insects cries here stopped, which was a little scary.

Murata stopped and found that the traces on the ground became messy, as if it was caused by his owner's excitement.

At this moment, Murata retreated a little.

Because before he saw the traces on the ground, there were many broken and crushed trees.

It was obvious that this ghost rushed all the way and directly broke all the trees blocking the road.

Most of the trees on the vine-striped mountain are fir and camphor trees. They are not thick in length, but they are definitely not thin.

Murata compared his waist, and his waist was less than half as close to the tree.

He gasped: "Hiss..."

"My little board is dead after touching it."

"Stay away."

Without saying a word, Murata Zhuo planned to leave and stopped tracking.

But he seemed to hear something vaguely.

"Boom..."

The sound of a road roller pushing down trees and then crushing them violently from far to near.

Murata turned his head and saw a terrible alien ghost with a height of about three meters wide and wrapped around his thick arms was running towards him.

The hand ghost has no hair and has blue and black skin like a mud, while the blue veins tremble and swim under its skin like a small snake. The palms, the size of a millstone, and the nails are bright as blood red.

Terrifying, terrifying.

Murata's legs were trembling, and then he realized that he was just a small character.

He tried his best to escape, but his body was out of control and could not move. He was completely shocked by his aura like a huge rolling stone on the top of a mountain.

Murata once heard that when some small animals face tigers and leopards, they will be frightened and unable to move, and they will not even escape.

He scoffed at this, thinking how could such a stupid animal be there?

But now Murata understands that it is in this situation.

The hand ghost got closer and closer, and his scarlet eyes saw Murata.

Murata felt a sudden slap in his heart. He wanted to draw his sword but his body became weak, so he had to close his eyes and wait for death.

"call!"

It was like a gust of wind blew, but the expected pain did not come.

Murata first opened one eye.

"Huh? Where is the ghost?"

A rumbling sound appeared behind and gradually moved away.

Relieved, Murata touched his body, looked glad and opened his other eye.

"hiss……"

He took a breath again because Murata saw someone.

To be precise, it was a boy, fifteen years old, wearing a blue bottomed feather with water ripples, and a strangely shaped scar on his forehead.

He held a beautiful Taidao with a light blue translucent body in his left hand, and a wheel knife in his right hand, passing through the branches at high speed.

"Stop watching, catch up with that ghost with me!"

Tanjiro Yu Guang saw the stunned Murata.

Murata was shocked. Only then did he realize that the ghost was not excited, but fear, and his scarlet eyes were filled with fear.

What he feared was Tanjiro in front of him, a half-old boy.

I just fled in a hurry and didn't even pay attention to Murata, for fear of delaying the escape time.

Tanjiro just said casually and didn't care about Murata's reaction, because the bastard was still running away.

Tanjiro at this moment already knew the cause of death of Rabbit and Masaki. They both died of this hand ghost, which made Tanjiro angry.

He chased and fled until the border of the wisteria flower forest, and the ghost stopped.

His face was leaping blue, and he said violently: "Die, die, die, die, die..."

The ghost of the hand realized that Tanjiro would not give up. He could not escape from Fujishe Mountain. Moreover, it was almost dawn, and there was only one way to die if he ran away.

He wants to fight to the death!

As soon as the crazy and violent words finished, the ghost of the hand attacked directly, and countless hideous and thick arms were wrapped around and extended, attacking Tanjiro who was chasing him.

Tanjiro laughed and said, "Senior Brother Getu, Senior Sister Masaki and other people who I don't know the name, Tanjiro will avenge you!"

"The God of Fire, the Four-shaped, the Fantasy Rainbow!"

Tanjiro held the authentic and wheel knife tightly in his hand, and his body began to twist and circumcise at high speed.

The terrifying and terrifying arm that was twisted and surging could not even touch the corners of Tanjiro's clothes.

The hand ghost's eyes were dazed, as if he saw a small sun, jumping in the large net formed by his countless thick arms.

Wherever he passed, all the ghost arms as hard as an old tree rock melted away, like snow meeting the scorching sun.

He could only watch Tanjiro get closer and closer.
Chapter completed!