Demon Slayer: The Journey That Began When I Became Yoriichi's Sister

Chapter 349 This Blood Demon Art is Too Useful

"Blood, the smell of blood..." Huge chunks of flesh surged toward him even more frantically, like a mountain of meat.

"Blood Demon Art: Blood Coagulation Web"

Xuanmi waved his hand, scattering the blood flowing from his arm; each drop of blood stretched rapidly in mid-air.

Soon, droplets connected with each other, forming a spider web that covered the enormous mountain of flesh.

The crimson spiderweb covered the mountain of flesh, and from the point of contact, visible crimson ice rapidly spread, quickly covering the entire mountain of flesh.

"I can't move..."

The demon on the mountain of flesh made a difficult sound, and the head that emerged from the mountain of flesh gradually stiffened as the blood-red ice crystals arrived.

Almost instantly, the mountain of flesh that had been moving smoothly came to a halt, its body slowly pressing down across the corridor and remaining motionless.

The entire mountain of flesh had completely transformed into a blood-red iceberg.

"So powerful..." Xuanmi swallowed hard, not expecting that just a little bit of blood would be enough to restrain such a huge horde of ghosts.

Genmi was not pleased with this; these demons were only temporarily immobilized and had not yet died.

Neck...where is the neck?

Xuanmi was dumbfounded for a moment. This mountain of flesh was covered with heads appearing everywhere. Was he supposed to cut off all of these heads?

If we really want to cut it down, how long will it take?

Xuanmi wasted no time and swung his hand again, the blood from his arm splattering out and floating in mid-air as if still.

Xuanmi clenched his fists: "Blood Demon Technique - Blood Coagulation Valve Needle".

The drops of blood that had been sitting still began to writhe restlessly, sometimes turning into ovals, sometimes being stretched into needle-like shapes.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!

The blood spikes, stretched to the size of needles, flew one by one toward the frozen mountain of flesh, the slender attacks raining down like a storm due to their sheer number.

It quickly pierced through the mountain of flesh, gradually wearing it down until it was shattered into tiny, fragmented ice crystals.

The largest ice block was no bigger than a quail egg, which was far from enough to meet the conditions for resurrection.

As the body and head were moved, the enormous body composed of countless evil spirits gradually turned to ashes.

Xuanmi was breathing heavily, and his body was trembling slightly.

Controlling Miss Yuko wasn't easy. Even with some resistance now, his body still felt a bit overwhelmed after swallowing that strand of hair.

It's not digesting well...

"We can't waste time, we need to find that guy's true form as soon as possible." Xuanmi took a breath and gently closed his eyes.

If he couldn't sense the location of that thing using his senses, then now that he had swallowed Miss Yuko's hair, he should be able to fulfill that condition.

As expected, his perception, which was originally hindered by the dense aura of evil spirits, was now being enhanced by Yu Zi's abilities, as if the threads that were hindering his perception were being peeled away one by one, revealing his true purpose.

When the thread returned to him from afar, Xuanmi suddenly opened his eyes, his golden double pupils blazing with energy.

"found it!"

Xuanmi made a firm turn, braced himself against the railing in front of the corridor, and began to fall freely downwards.

The falling wind blew against Xuanmi, but it did not affect his perception of aura in the slightest.

“The aura is deeper.” Xuanmi shielded his eyes from the wind as he looked down, seized the opportunity, grabbed the railing below, and jumped onto the corridor.

"A man! A demon hunter!"

"A ghost! It's the aura of a ghost!"

Just as Xuanmi stepped into the corridor, the voices of evil spirits echoed from the rooms inside the house.

boom! ! !

With a loud crash, the door in front of the room in the corridor was kicked open, and a series of evil spirits rushed out, baring their fangs and claws.

Genmi frowned. This really was a den of demons, filled with the figures of evil spirits.

Any demon hunter who enters alone will likely be exhausted and die here.

"Human? Or a ghost?" The ghost was unsure of Genmi's identity and hesitated back and forth.

Xuanmi suddenly bent down and slammed his right palm onto the ground.

"Blood Demon Art: Needle Valve Hell!"

With his fierce shout, starting from his palm, streaks of blood rapidly spread towards the evil spirit.

"What? This guy is a ghost, right?" Ghost retreated in surprise and doubt.

However, the blood spread too quickly, and because they were crowded together, it soon reached their feet.

Ice spikes rose from the ground, piercing through the bodies of the demons.

"Ouch! Ouch! You damn brat!"

When it comes to understanding Yuko's Blood Demon Art, Genya is second to none, and Yuko herself is second to none.

Blood Demon Art, which appears to attack enemies in the form of ice, is in essence the ability to manipulate blood.

If you insist on extending in the direction of ice, all you have is the ability to shape it and the inherent coldness.

Genya slowly stood up, the Nichirin Blade at his waist already drawn at some point.

Genmi walked toward the demons whose bodies were immobilized, and with each step he took, the heads of the demons were severed.

It had nothing to do with breathing techniques or sword techniques; he simply walked over and chopped at the demon's head with each strike.

"Hoo..." Xuanmi had a few beads of cold sweat on his forehead.

This power was far too astonishing, and its burden was far beyond what could be contained by devouring ordinary ghosts.

He could even feel his craving for meat growing stronger, and saliva involuntarily dripped from the corners of his mouth.

The more powerful a demon is, the stronger the abilities it acquires, and correspondingly, the greater the influence it suffers.

The battle must end as soon as possible, otherwise it's hard to say whether he can remain calm.

Xuanmi dared not linger and ran towards the corner of the corridor.

After turning the corner, outside an inconspicuous room, Xuanmi suddenly kicked out, sending the door flying against the inner door with a loud bang, smashing a large hole in the room.

"Alas!!"

The little figure, bent over and crawling on the ground with its head in its hands, let out a startled cry.

"Found it!" Xuanmi's pupils contracted slightly. Just as he was about to step forward, the half-dog figure representing the true form quickly got up and escaped through the hole he had smashed open.

"Damn it!" Xuanmi cursed under his breath and quickly chased after them.

This ghost has no other skills, but its head is incredibly hard, and it runs like the wind!

But this time, he's not on the same level as he was back in the sword-forging village.

He followed Hantengu across the ruins, and his eyes swept across the area, spotting Hantengu not far ahead, still trying to escape.

Xuanmi's gaze was fixed on that short figure.

The mistakes I made back in the sword-forging village will be made up for this time.

He took a step forward, and the wooden plank he was stepping on cracked open. His figure had already disappeared from sight.

"Eek~" Half-day dog ​​was startled and ran forward, while not forgetting to look back to check the situation behind him.

Then he saw Xuanmi charging towards him like an arrow released from a bow, and couldn't help but let out another howl.