Demon Slayer: I will play the ancestor of the Flame Pillar

The explosion was so intense that the explosion was so intense.

Boom!

The expanding flames bloomed like a red lotus, gorgeous and deadly.

The surging air waves from the explosion threw the man and the ghost in the center far away, turning them into two small dots in the air.

"Ahem, I went too far. I didn't control the distance well, and the damage was too great."

Pei Lang's somewhat embarrassed voice sounded in the air.

At this moment, his body had disappeared, leaving only a head that was sent into the sky by the bomb.

The air waves pushed him to roll forward in the air.

Flying over the burning blocks, the wailing of the crowd came from below, and Pei Lang admired his masterpiece complacently.

Although he was now in a state of disgrace, his revenge was avenged and his long-cherished wish was fulfilled. Peilang was in a very happy mood at the moment.

"With such a powerful force, you have been blown into pieces with your human body.

Just turn into dust in sorrow, die powerlessly and painfully, this is your fate.

Purgatory, purgatory!

Hehehehe..."

As the power of the explosion gradually passed, Peilang's head drew a not-so-beautiful parabola, flew over several blocks and fell heavily to the ground.

He was a little dizzy and wanted to rub his head, but his hands had not regenerated yet.

So Peilang's head could only continue to roll on the ground, muttering in a confused manner.

"Is it an illusion?

Lord Akaza, why are you here too? There is also a woman."

Peilang's vision was constantly turning upside down, and he rolled forward on the ground.

Just now when he was falling in the air, he vaguely saw the familiar blue ghost pattern.

If I'm not mistaken, Lord Akaza seems to be confronting a shameless busty woman with an open heart.

Snap.

Peilang's head, which was constantly rolling, was stepped on and stopped, and the whole ghost was dizzy now.

Who is it?

Who is stepping on my head!

Let me go immediately!

Having just avenged the Flame Purgatory, and being humiliated like this without stopping, Peilang was furious at the moment.

He tried desperately to raise his head, but in vain. He couldn't do it at all. After trying for a while, he could only stop decadently.

It's not an illusion.

Where is Lord Akaza?

Come out and save him quickly.

As if dissatisfied with Peilang's struggle, the foot that was stepping on his head gradually increased its strength.

Now Peilang couldn't move at all, and his vision was completely covered by a small foot.

"Oh, it's so lively today, so many familiar faces."

Release the left foot that was stepping on the evil ghost's head.

Lin Heng, wrapped in a black cloak, took two steps back, then raised his right leg high.

The next moment, a powerful and heavy instep shot the out-of-condition Peilang on the ground spiraled towards Akaza.

Bang!

The strong arm wrapped with demon patterns stretched out and steadily caught the flying Peilang.

Shaking his feet, Lin Heng greeted Akaza politely.

"Long time no see, Upper Rank 3, Akaza."

Akaza threw the Peilang that was all over his hand behind him and laughed softly.

"Your way of greeting is very special.

This time too, did you come here specifically to save this girl?

It's time to let me see your true face."

Lin Heng stood in front of the sweaty Kanroji Mitsuri without hurrying.

He slowly took off his cloak, revealing his true face, and turned back to smile at Mitsuri.

"It seems that I have a great affinity with people who have a high affinity with the breath of fire, and this time I arrived just in time.

I was right, right? We meet again, Miss Kanroji Mitsuri."

Huff, huff.

Mitsuri, who was panting heavily, heard the words and barely raised her head to look at Lin Heng who was speaking.

Lin Heng reached out and supported Mitsuri.

"I was a little nervous before, but now it seems that recommending the Demon Slayer Corps to you is the right choice.

Just as I thought, your strength is very suitable here."

After thinking for a while, Lin Heng fumbled in his cloak for a while, took out a pink knife he had just bought on the street and threw it to Mitsuri.

"It's a small gift. It looks inconspicuous, but it's actually very sharp. It's not easy to be discovered if you hide it in your hand.

Congratulations on successfully joining the Demon Slayer Corps and mastering your own breathing."

"Eh? Eh hey hey!"

Hurriedly catching the knife, and seeing Lin Heng's face under his cloak up close, the breathless Kanroji Mitsuri's eyes widened instantly.

She was busy saving people just now and bumped into Akaza who was passing by.

Just

He was sweating profusely after just one encounter.

Fortunately, the other party did not kill women, and he broke through at the critical moment of life and death and realized the breath of love.

Mitsuri barely survived a few moves under Akaza, and survived until Lin Heng came and escaped.

Mitsuri, who was protected by Lin Heng and escaped from the crisis, shouted in surprise.

"It's you! Heng Shoulang, the original Mr. Purgatory!"

Akaza narrowed his eyes and licked his lips thoughtfully.

"This unique appearance, it turns out that you have a close relationship with the Flame Pillar.

By the way, I don't think I have killed anyone from the Purgatory Clan, I'm really looking forward to it."

On the other side, Peilang, who had just recovered and had taken on a human form, lay on the ground, his brain still in a mess.

He rubbed his eyes and looked ahead in disbelief.

Seeing Lin Heng's face, Peilang, who was in chaos, went completely crazy.

"You guy, you dare to be intact, kill you, kill you, I'm going to kill you now, Purgatory!"

Without time to think, Peilang on the ground jumped up, took out a musket from his shadow and attacked at high speed.

"Hey, what are you doing, come back quickly, idiot."

Peilang's fearless action was too sudden, even Akaza was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly stopped him.

But the crazy Peilang was already crazy, and the raging anger in his chest would never end until Purgatory was completely dead!

Alas, what a troublesome kid.

Sighing, Lin Heng said slowly.

"I will make it clear in advance that I will not take the initiative to intervene in the battle of the Flame Pillar."

The super perception and convergence that enveloped the whole body was lifted at this moment.

No longer concealing, the blazing fighting spirit instantly broke out of the body, burning everything in the world like the fire of Purgatory.

"The premise is, don't continue to disrespect me."

A white hand stretched out from the black cloth, and then gently placed on the handle of the Sun Wheel Sword.

"Little devil playing with a gun, from now on..."

The cloak behind him moved without wind, and Lin Heng's indifferent voice sounded at this moment, like the final judgment of the god of death in the prison.

"If you move recklessly, you will die."

Respected king, the power of the gods is like a prison!

Gulp.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, the eyes of the sudden attacking Peilang suddenly became clear.

The body seemed to be in a scorching purgatory, and the water in every cell was almost evaporated.

Behind Peilang, cold sweat flowed out like a waterfall.

His posture at the moment was very strange.

His thighs had been raised, but they could only hang high in the air. His body was trembling constantly, and it was difficult to land.

Will die! Will die! Will die!

What's going on, this guy is not at the same level at all!

I was deceived. He is definitely not Purgatory!!

If I don't obey, I will die. Peilang's brain was twitching violently.

Snap, snap, snap.

"Wonderful, extremely outstanding fighting spirit, tempered by thousands of times, impeccable, and almost reaching the highest realm."

Applause sounded, and Akaza walked over enthusiastically with an excited look on his face.

Reaching out and patting Peilang's shoulder, Akaza's terrifying fighting spirit burst out in an instant, covering the entire street.

At this moment, all the living creatures present felt a deep chill in their hearts as they were watched by their natural enemies.

Gulp.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, his steps softened.

Ganlu Temple Mitsuri lay on Lin Heng weakly, forcing herself to support herself from falling headfirst.

The scorching breath of Purgatory was temporarily blocked by the warrior's sincere fighting spirit.

Akaza was not afraid at all, and stared at Lin Heng tit for tat.

After walking through the gate of hell, Peilang's body relaxed, and then he collapsed to the ground.

Glancing at Peilang with disdain, Akaza coldly taught him a lesson.

"See, Peilang, this is the result of blindly relying on external forces.

Even if your weapons are powerful enough, you don't have the mind to control them.

Back off, this is no longer a guy you can deal with, watch me carefully from behind."

Peilang responded twice incoherently, and still lay on the ground like a ball of mud.

Akaza's eyebrows wrinkled visibly, and he glared at Peilang fiercely.

Under super perception, Akaza's emotions were extremely excited, angry, disappointed, and disdainful...

Also, it was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible, that hidden in the depths of his soul...

Reluctance.

In the past, he never looked down on the weak.

But this time, Akaza shouted at Peilang in a rare high voice.

"Stand up, Peilang! Your enemy is still dead, stand up quickly and kill the Flame Pillar now.

Don't be a coward, remember, there is only one thing you should do, revenge!"

Things are getting interesting, Lin Heng slightly raised his lips.

In the past, Akaza would encourage his subordinates so considerately and help him rekindle his fighting spirit.

?

It seems that something is changing silently.

Clang!

A cold light flashed, and the red-gold Sun Blade on the waist was unsheathed.

After helping the girl on his back to stand firmly, Lin Heng turned a few sword flowers, and the Sun Blade pointed at Akaza.

"How about we go to another place to play, Upper Rank Three."

"Interesting suggestion, but why should I listen to you."

The evil ghost showed a vicious smile on his face, and the twelve-pointed snowflake formation slowly emerged under his feet.