Chapter 17

When the sinful life of Lulu came to an end in Shinichi's eyes, Shinichi's eyes were immediately shrouded in darkness, and his body was extremely weak due to overdrawn.

Plop! With a clear sound, Shinichi fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

In the bloody and broken battlefield, only Mr. Moriki could barely move. After struggling for a while, Mr. Moriki stood up with difficulty with the support of the Nichirin Sword, and walked towards the direction where Shinichi fell.

Looking at Shinichi's fangs slightly exposed at the corners of his lips, Mr. Moriki's eyes were deep and silent.

At this moment, a black-feathered crow flapped its wings and landed gently on the ground. In front of it was Kawachi who lowered his head and lost his breath. Looking up at the master who had lost his warmth, crystal tears overflowed from the corners of the crow's eyes. The crow who had been with Kawachi day and night had already regarded Kawachi as a relative and partner.

"He is a brave boy. Without him, we can't take down the Lower String Demon. This Crow, can you pass on a message and request to the current lord on my behalf?" Old Man Morimu came to Hanoi at some point and said solemnly.

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As the moon completely set, the dawn gradually rose, and the sky was bright.

"Gah! Gah! The Lower String Four was destroyed! The Lower String Four was destroyed!" A huge Crow flapped its wings, shouting loudly, and flew into a large mansion.

Under the eaves, the black-haired boy kneeling on the treading rice raised his head, gently put down the book in his hand, listened to the sound of the crow outside, and the thin boy stood up, walked out of the room, stretched out his hand, and a Crow landed steadily on the boy's arm and began to repeat what he had just said.

"Lower Moon Four? That's great. Killing one of the Twelve Moons will definitely give you more confidence." The black-haired boy said happily from the bottom of his heart. At the same time, a clear and melodious voice sounded behind the black-haired boy, "My lord, His Excellency the Water Pillar is waiting for your reception."

The black-haired boy turned around with a smile, and looked at the beautiful young girl with smoky purple eyes. He was also his wife, and said softly: "Tianyin, don't call me so seriously. By the way, I just got the news that the swordsmen successfully killed a lower moon demon."

"Really? That's really good news to cheer everyone up." Tianyin replied happily.

"Yes, but... there are also several very brave young swordsmen who lost their precious lives." The black-haired boy's expression became a little gloomy.

"However, the breath of the forest, which was once thought to have disappeared, has appeared again, and, there is also an incredible thing."

"Breath of the forest?" Tianyin showed a puzzled expression. Obviously, she had never heard of this breathing method.

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Crack! A wooden stick was stepped on and broke with a crisp sound. In the dense forest, a figure as swift as fire was flying quickly. The speed of this figure was so fast that people could not see its appearance clearly. They could only vaguely see the flying cloak like a surging flame.

As the sun gradually rose, the contemporary Flame Pillar-Rengoku Makijuro became slightly anxious. As soon as he received the news from the Crow, he rushed to Shirai Mountain frantically. As a Flame Pillar, he naturally knew the strength of the Twelve Kizuki. Although he also believed in Kawachi and the others, after all, those young people were only low-level swordsmen and could not be the opponents of the Twelve Kizuki.

Although Rengoku Makijuro had tried his best to come here, even without counting the consumption, and used the breath of fire many times to speed up his journey, when he arrived at Shirai Mountain, the sun slowly rose.

As soon as he stepped into Shiraiyama, Rengoku Makijuro caught the smell of blood in the air with his extremely keen perception.

He determined a direction, pressed the Sun Wheel Sword on his waist, and swish! The figure of the Flame Pillar disappeared directly on the spot.

"Ahem, I am really old. Even with the Breath of the Forest, I am no longer able to fight the Twelve Demon Moons. However, fortunately, someone who can truly inherit the Breath of the Forest has appeared." The hunched old man Morimu stood up with difficulty and looked at Shinichi who was lying on the ground unconscious.

"Ancestor, is all this the arrangement of fate?" Old man Morimu sighed, but suddenly, the old man's face changed and he turned around abruptly.

In the shadow of the bushes, a hideous figure let out a low roar, and in the darkness there was only a pair of eyes full of tyranny and hunger.

This is a hungry evil ghost that has been lurking on Baijing Mountain. Before the windlass came, the disappearance of woodcutters and hunters on Baijing Mountain was caused by it. But after the windlass came, out of fear of the superior, this evil ghostcan hide.

But the strong smell of blood from the battle last night was too tempting for this hungry evil ghost, and the windlass suddenly disappeared, so the evil ghost could no longer bear it.

Old man Morimu slowly clenched the Sun Wheel Sword in his hand, and his face became serious. Although his body was very weak now, if it was just an ordinary evil ghost, it would not be a big problem.

Taking a deep breath, the unique Forest Breathing Method began to operate in Old Man Morimu's body, and the evil ghost in the bushes could not hold back. It was about to dawn, and it was really hungry!

With a ferocious mouth, the evil ghost's body immediately pounced on Old Man Morimu like an arrow.

Old man Morimu quickly raised the Sun Wheel Sword, but before the first form of Forest Breathing was formed, an orange-red figure suddenly caught up with the evil ghost behind him, and the speed of that figure was even faster!

"Breathing of Flame·Type II·Rising Flame!" With a sharp shout, the Sun Blade covered with orange-red flames instantly rose at an incredible angle, without any resistance at all. The flying demon didn't even have time to react and was beheaded by a single blow!

Snap! The broad hand easily sheathed the Sun Blade, and the demon was reduced to ashes. Rengoku Makijuro raised his head and looked at the old man Moriki wearing the old-fashioned uniform, and asked loudly: "Old man! Where is the Lower Moon?"

Looking at Rengoku Makijuro's outfit, the white cape with flowing fire patterns, the straight Demon Slayer Corps uniform, the somewhat messy but unusually energetic golden hair, the ends of which were stained with bright red, the rough eyebrows and the face full of righteousness, plus the wide-open orange eyes, it is easy to be associated with an owl.

"You, you are the Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps?"

Rengoku Makijuro grabbed the handle of the Nichirin Sword and answered loudly: "Yes! I am the Flame Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps! Rengoku Makijuro!"

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The crow with a red feather on its tail flapped its wings desperately, and white foam almost came out of the corners of its mouth. It finally caught up with its owner Rengoku Makijuro.

Soon, Makijuro, who was holding the crow on his arm, understood everything.

"Old man, it turns out that the Lower Moon Four has been killed by you? It's amazing!"