Mo Changsheng pondered, he was going to cause trouble, but he would not show up easily, but would act as a villain behind the scenes. Therefore, he was also preparing to train some qualified villains to help him achieve his goals. The Yiwo Zuo in front of him was a
A more suitable role.
When he thought of this, he pointed his finger, and a flash of spiritual light flew out. It was a memory, which also included his own insights.
"Um?"
Yiwo Zuo, who sensed the strong man coming at a fast speed, suddenly saw a spiritual light flying towards him at a speed beyond imagination, and even he had no time to avoid it.
In just an instant, the spiritual light disappeared between his eyebrows.
"Fist-shipping?!"
Yiwozuo suddenly froze on the spot, and the extra punches in his mind made him feel as if his horizons had been opened.
"This is the true martial arts in the highest realm!?"
He couldn't help but be amazed, even though he had practiced hard for so many years, his boxing technique was completely incomparable to this boxing technique.
In the memory he got, he could only see waves rolling in front of a figure, and the sound of waves roaring endlessly.
Immediately afterwards, the man was seen moving his hands, and suddenly his fists were dancing, and his arms were raised, making a huge wave.
Suddenly it fell and hammered down, with a strong momentum, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top.
Suddenly he raised his head to the sky and held the sea in his fist.
Suddenly the wind catches the wind and blocks the mountains and rivers...
At this time, Yiwo Zuo only felt that he was in the vast sea. In front of him was the vast ocean, the overwhelming momentum, the power of the waves and the angry snow, protecting each other and rolling in.
Under this power, he actually felt extremely weak and invincible!
It seems that the more you resist, the faster you will die under the ocean-like punch!
In particular, there was a voice that kept echoing in his ears, as if it was teaching him. Unknowingly, his body began to move, and he began to move his fists, practicing the boxing techniques in his mind.
"My understanding is not bad." Mo Changsheng nodded. With his understanding, he can only achieve this step, so he can only say that his understanding is not bad.
After all, he has seen many martial arts geniuses.
Baili Dongjun is a swordsman when he holds a sword, and he is a swordsman when he holds a sword.
Xiao Feng can learn it quickly and become perfect in a short time.
An unparalleled swordsmanship talent that has not been produced for centuries...
Compared with these people, although Yiwozuo lives a long time, he is indeed not as good as them in terms of understanding.
"Although I'm just a beginner, with this boxing technique, I think you can use it more." Mo Changsheng said softly. Although Nightmare was killed by Purgatory Xingjulang and the others, at least he was promoted by Mo Changsheng, and he was also given
They caused quite a bit of damage.
Nowadays, they have consumed a lot of money, and they all have varying degrees of injuries on their bodies. I hope Yiwozuo can kill more people.
But at this moment, he said "Hey" and looked in another direction.
There, a train overturned and fell off the track. Unfortunately, the casualties were not serious. In Mo Changsheng's perception, only thirty or forty people died.
This has a lot to do with Purgatory Anjuro and the others. If they hadn't protected those people while attacking Nightmare, the casualties would have been extremely heavy.
Of course, this is not something that attracts Mo Changsheng's attention. No matter how many people die in this country, it doesn't matter to him. He will even watch the show happily.
What really caught his attention were two figures that ordinary people couldn't see.
They were each dressed in black, with the upper part looking like a kimono, and the lower part wearing trousers with extremely wide legs, a uniform style of clothing.
In addition, he also held a knife, and from time to time he would mark the souls of the deceased with the handle of the knife.
"grim Reaper?"
Mo Changsheng uttered two words and then fell silent.
The other party's dress did look like the God of Death, but Mo Changsheng didn't find it strange. After all, the world was already in chaos.
Just like China, there is also the underworld, soul ferrymen, etc. It is reasonable for Japan to have the God of Death.
What the Shinigami are doing now is called soul burial, which is a ritual similar to salvation, and can send the soul of the deceased to the Soul Society.
Although the soul and the soul are both manifestations of the true spirit of life, they are very different.
Normally, the soul cannot manifest itself. Of course, Quanzhen Sect, for example, has a way to create the Yang Shen, but it is difficult for ordinary people to do it without practicing for ten or twenty years.
In addition to similar methods, the soul generally only manifests after death.
If the soul wants to transform into a divine soul, it has to go through many stages, such as night travel, day travel, expelling objects, possessing people, seizing bodies, etc. According to Mo Changsheng's understanding, this is the method of ghost cultivation.
The way of death can also be said to be a method of ghost cultivation. It makes sense to call the strength of the soul as spiritual pressure.
"Death system..."
Mo Changsheng paused. The training of this system is very simple, but there are many derived methods, such as the death-killing fist and walking ghost. He doesn't like "cutting", "fist" and "walking", but "
He was very interested in the breaking of the Tao, binding of the Tao, and returning to the Tao represented by "Ghost".
In his opinion, ghost path is a variety of soul secret techniques, especially the return path that can heal the soul, which is very useful.
In addition, there are special items like the Zanpakutō, which Mo Changsheng is also very interested in. This is a weapon of the soul. Although it can be refined, the Zanpakutō is different from ordinary soul-type magic weapons.
Built based on the essence of one’s own soul.
In terms of effect, it is equivalent to the natal magical power and natal magic weapon.
However, the forging principle of the Zanpakutō is not difficult. If he had the opportunity to study it for a period of time, Mo Changsheng believed that he could also forge the so-called "Zanpakutō".
"Mr. Purgatory!"
Just when Mo Changsheng was thinking, on the other side, the battle between Purgatory Xingshou Lang and Yi Wo Zuo had already decided the winner.
Compared with the original trajectory, Yiwozuo was much stronger, and after seeing the true supreme realm, he no longer had much interest in Purgatory Anjuro, and he directly killed him.
After Purgatory Anjuro died, the soul in his body slowly condensed and appeared, but it looked a bit dull, like a puppet with a broken chain on his chest.
When Mo Changsheng saw this scene, he was distracted and immediately walked out. Before the two gods of death over there came over, he immediately fell into the soul of Xingjulang in purgatory.
Purgatory Anjuro's soul was trembling, but he soon regained his composure, his eyes were no longer dull, and he appeared spiritual. However, looking at Tanjiro and the others who were struggling to resist the Yiwozao, he seemed extremely indifferent.
"The soul strength is not bad."
"Purgatory Anjuro" feels his own state.
At this time, the soul of Purgatory Xingjulang has been taken away by Mo Changsheng. Although he still looks like Purgatory Xingjulang, he is controlled by Mo Changsheng.
"Here's another one!"
Not long after, a god of death appeared in front of "Purgatory Anjuro". Looking at his body lying in a pool of blood, and then looking at the eyes of "Purgatory Anjuro" looking at Tanjiro and others, he couldn't help but frowned and said
: "He's from the Demon Slayer Squad again. This is really a high-risk profession in this world."
"Okay, let's just bury the soul. No matter what his identity is, we can't interfere in the affairs of this world anyway. We just have to do our own job." Another god of death appeared.
Picking up the Zanpakutō, he pointed the bottom of the hilt at the soul of "Purgatory Anjurou" and said at the same time: "You are already dead. I will send you to Soul Society next, where the soul belongs."
"Purgatory Anjuro" heard this, his expression changed, and he quickly asked: "Is my mother also in the Soul Society?"
"Your mother?" The God of Death paused, and then said after a while: "If nothing else, your mother should be in Soul Society, but Soul Society is very big, and I don't know where your mother will be sent.
Know.”
"Purgatory Anjuro" heard this, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he turned around and glanced at Tanjiro and the other three who were lucky enough to survive by relying on the sun. He whispered "Come on", and then looked at the people in front of him.
The God of Death, with piercing eyes, said with a smile: "Please also send me to Soul Society!"
"Um."
The god of death nodded, and the hilt of the knife fell. A white light flashed, and "Purgatory Anjojuro" gradually dissipated between heaven and earth.