"Did you tie the rope to your hands?"

"Yes, don't forget what he reminded us."

A few whispers came from his ears, but Mo Changsheng was not at all unusual, and seemed to be still asleep.

But at this time, his ray of distraction was already wandering out at night.

"Sleep, sleep well, sleep when you forget to breathe, and sleep when the evil ghost comes..."

On the roof of the train, a young man wearing a dress with blue veins on his face and the words "Xiao Yi" engraved in his left eye was humming a nursery rhyme.

"The second string is a nightmare dream."

Mo Changsheng hides in the void, maintaining the same speed as a train, and watching everything quietly.

Not long after, a boy flew onto the roof of the car. It was the boy with a scar on his forehead.

"Danjiro..." Mo Changsheng looked at everything calmly like a bystander.

"Huh, are you awake?"

"Good morning."

Yanmeng greeted him with a smile, like a greeting between friends, but it made Tanjiro very alert.

"It's rare to let you have a good dream."

"It can also make you dream of your family being killed."

"Or, let's have a dream of resurrection next time."

Yanmeng joked with a smile, but Tanjiro was already furious at this time, pulled out the Hiroshikawa knife and shouted: "Don't step into others' hearts without authorization, I will never forgive you!"

After the words came, Tanjiro began to move, and the Hibiscus sword danced, as if it was bringing up a water dragon, stretching endlessly.

The breathing of water, ten shapes, rebirth and flow.

On the other side, Yan Meng poked out a hand, and saw a mouth on the back of his hand, whispering with spiritual strength: "Let's sleep."

Tanjiro's figure paused a little, but before he fell down, he woke up again and continued to fight towards Nightmare.

"The willpower is very good, but unfortunately..."

Mo Changsheng hung in the void and watched all this, but then he pointed out, and a spiritual force flew out from his fingertips and penetrated into the body of Nightmare.

"It's a pity that I support the villain."

Mo Changsheng smiled faintly. At almost the same time, Yan Meng's mental power increased sharply, and even the power of the blood ghost technique he used increased several times!

"Sleep!"

Another whisper came, Tanjiro's brain sank again. In his dream, he immediately raised his knife to commit suicide, but strangely, this time he did not wake up.

Dreams are also divided into levels. When you fall into the deepest layer, it is no longer possible to wake up by suicide.

Mo Changsheng gave Yan Meng a spiritual power. Even if this was just a spiritual power condensed by his distraction, it was also a powerful person in the divine realm and had significant effects on the life level of Yan Meng.

If the limit of the spiritual power of a creature that has not begun to condense the soul under the divine realm is one, then it takes at least one hundred mental power strength to condense the complete soul!

Moreover, when you are in the immortal realm, the strange phenomenon reaches the limit of the realm, and the strength of the soul, magic power, and physical body are almost ten times that of the ordinary divine realm!

Especially later, he practiced the "Golden Crow Visualization Picture". In the past two months, his soul strength has almost doubled, so even if it is only one ten thousandth of his mental power, it can almost double the mental power of Yanmeng.

Nightmare's blood ghost technique is precisely related to the user's own mental strength. This simple mental power directly increased his mental power several times!

Moreover, this is not a burden for Mo Changsheng. Just visualize the Golden Crow Picture for a while and the mental power can be restored.

Of course, the improvement of Yanmeng is also temporary. Once the mental power given by Mo Changsheng is exhausted, his mental power level will return to his original level.

After all, he did not begin to condense his soul. No matter how much mental power he gave him, he would not have a container to dress.

"Is it the power given by Lord Wusan?!"

It was time to say that, and when Yan Meng saw that his blood ghost technique was useless to Tanjiro, she was ready to use other means.

But just a few breaths before, the power of the blood ghost technique he used suddenly increased greatly, which easily caused Tanjiro to fall into a deep sleep. Even himself was a little confused.

But this state passed quickly, and the next moment, a hint of flush appeared on his face, and he sighed in obscenely. Those who didn't know really thought that Wusan had given him this kind of power.

"It seems that Lord Wusan really wants to kill you!"

"I can't let Lord Wusan down."

Yanmeng walked towards Tanjiro gracefully, and Mo Changsheng's eyelids twitched. The villain was really having a problem with his mind. The enemy was still in this way.

The other party lost consciousness. Isn’t it good to have a knife in an instant? I have to come slowly!

"It's hard to become a great man."

Mo Changsheng glanced at the train and sighed.

Chih!

Just as Yan Meng was about to kill Tanjiro, a knife wrapped in flames slashed from bottom to top.

The rising flames directly cut Yanmeng into half from the middle.

"Oh, are you awake too?"

The flames surging, but Yan Meng seemed to be unconscious, and the flesh and blood in her body was squirming, as if they were united with the entire train, and they looked unharmed.

Purgatory Apricot Shouro's eyes condensed, and Nightmare felt something, and said as if he was offering treasures: "It's worthy of being a pillar, you can see it. I have... been completely 'integrated' with this train!"

His face was crazy, but it made Mo Changsheng lose interest. He distracted himself from his hands and silently pulled away part of Yan Meng's flesh and blood, and then returned to his original body.

In the train, Mo Changsheng's body slowly opened his eyes, shook his head in disappointment, bounced his fingers, and golden threads flew out.

There are eight cars in this train, and Mo Changsheng and Ren Zhuzhu stay in the same place. In addition to them, there are more than a dozen Chinese students in the fifth carriage.

The golden silk thread flew out and soon found these students, wrapped around them into cocoons. Then Mo Changsheng waved his sleeves lightly, and the wall of the car was blown to pieces!

But what is terrifying is that the wall of the car is not any metal at all, but rather it looks like inch of flesh and blood, constantly squirming, and gradually returning to its original state.

However, Mo Chang's physiology was ignored, and instantly turned into a rainbow light, carrying Ren Zhuzhu and golden cocoons, flew out of the train and flew towards an empty area.

"What is that?!"

On the roof of the train, Purgatory Apricot Shouro could only see the golden light breaking through the sky, but there was no way to know what it was.

On the contrary, the nightmare, which was still squirming and provoking, seemed to have suffered a severe injury suddenly, and even the flesh and blood of the train were broken in an instant.

Not long after Mo Changsheng left, the Infinity train overturned, and countless flesh and blood crawled over the train.

"The lowering of the string is indeed useless."

Mo Changsheng stood in the distance, gave him strength, and let him control Tanjiro. He didn't know that he should have cherished the opportunity and deserved to be slaughtered.

After all, Purgatory Atsushiro is still very strong. Even if Yan Meng's mental power has been increased several times, it is not difficult to easily hypnotize Purgatory Atsushiro.

This is a person who practices breathing techniques to the extreme. His mental power may not be as strong as that of Nightmare, but his will and strength are far greater than that of Nightmare.

If Mo Changsheng continued to give Yan Meng mental power, he would have hope of killing him.

Unfortunately, Yanmeng seemed too stupid to Mo Changsheng. He couldn't even grasp the opportunity he was about to give him, so Mo Changsheng was too lazy to care about it anymore.

"I don't know if you can grasp it?"

Mo Changsheng looked into the distance, and a figure was flying towards him at a rapid speed. It was a young man with short pink hair, golden eyes, pale skin, and dark blue tattoos all over his body.

The third one on the string, Akasa!

This is a ghost who admires the strong, hates the weak, and constantly looks for powerful opponents in order to become stronger.

If compared with a warrior, he can also be called a top master, and his physical recovery ability is even stronger than that of ordinary divine realms. Of course, if it is stronger than the physical strength, even if it is an ordinary divine realm, even if it is a normal divine realm, if it is a grandmaster standing and letting the master fight, the master may not be able to hurt the divine realm.

Moreover, Akaza's mental power is average, which makes him unable to cultivate into a soul at all.

Therefore, in essence, life is still not considered a divine realm.

This is no exception even if it is tragic.
Chapter completed!