Beheading

An invisible wave emanated and then exploded out.

The Scribe felt a sudden dizziness.

Before they could react, they were blasted out of the Dark Moon Night Palace.

Although not much harm was done, the strange feeling of unease did not disappear.

On the contrary, it got even worse.

"This is... a mental skill?"

Watching the brain food's movements, Scribe couldn't help but think.

"First it was distortion, then space, and now spirit has emerged."

"These Demon Blood Art is truly endless."

Seeing that the Scribe was unharmed from his attack, Kokushibo was somewhat surprised.

But at this moment, Brain Food shouted.

"I'll tie him up, you go get it for me!"

After he finished speaking, all the eyes on his body burst forth with intense white light.

Blood Demon Art: Mind Shock

An invisible spiritual fluctuation came, turning into a tide and surging into the Scribe's mind.

This is a confrontation on a spiritual level.

It has nothing to do with swordsmanship, and nothing to do with the physical body.

It is only related to the will of each life.

"Interesting, come on."

Faced with the attack of the brain food, the Scribe did not hesitate to fight back.

Crimson Blood Burning Flame erupted from his body to guard against a sneak attack from Kokushibo.

However, Kokushibo did not attack the Scribe.

Instead, it ran straight towards that piece of flesh.

"You want to increase your combat power by devouring others?"

Instantly understanding the intentions of the demons, the Scribe wanted to stop them.

But before he could take a step, the mental attack from the brain-eating food came again.

"Don't even think about it!"

Feeling the increasingly overwhelming mental attacks, the Scribe had no choice but to give up for the time being.

Turn your head and focus on the brain food.

Facing the Scribe, Brain Food also felt immense pressure.

They thought they could defeat the Scribe's trump card, but it didn't have the desired effect.

If one's spiritual power is likened to the ocean, then the Scribe is a lighthouse.

It shone brightly in the dark storm and stood firm.

No matter how terrifying the ocean waves may be, they cannot destroy the lighthouse.

"What... what's going on?"

Sensing the Scribe's spiritual power, the brain food intensified its attack.

But in the end, none of them could destroy the lighthouse.

On the contrary, the lighthouse's light grew brighter and brighter.

"Hateful!"

With a sharp shriek, blood began to flow from the eyes on the brain-eating creature's body.

One, two...

Soon, more than half of them closed their eyes.

Then comes withering.

Finally, it fell out of the body.

These Ghost Eyes, painstakingly collected by the Brain Food, have now become consumables.

All for the purpose of uniting our strength.

To deliver the Scribe a fatal blow.

"Blood Demon Art * Hellish Mourning"

When only your eyeballs remain on your body, the attack of the brain food has fully materialized.

A pale red light appeared.

The invisible spiritual force actually materialized at this moment.

"Boom!"

It slammed heavily onto the Scribe.

Smoke and dust scattered.

At this time, Kokushibo also brought back flesh and blood.

"For you."

It waved its tentacles to take it, and the brain-eating creature swallowed it without hesitation.

After attaining enlightenment and physical flesh and blood, one of its nearly closed eyes opened again.

Its situation has been alleviated.

"How about it?"

"I need time; I can't fully digest this right now."

"I was referring to the Scribe."

Kokushibo glanced at the brain food and said coldly.

"How confident were you of your strike just now?"

Upon hearing this, Brain Food did not respond immediately.

Instead, they watched the smoke and dust gradually dissipate.

Kokushibo understood what he meant.

"Absolutely not!"

At that moment, the Scribe's voice came from within the smoke and dust.

"A very strong psychological attack."

When was the last time we were attacked like this?

"Unfortunately, Brain Food, you've made a big mistake."

With a rustling sound, the Scribe emerged from the dust.

"You shouldn't have turned your last bit of spiritual power into an illusion."

"Even worse, we shouldn't fabricate 'his' existence."

Upon hearing this, Kokushibo turned his head and looked at Brain Food.

"You fabricated Tsugikuni Yoriichi?"

"That's right..."

Brain Food's answer trembled slightly.

The ability of "Hellish Mourning" is to pull the attacked person into an illusion.

And create the moment that you most want to see in your heart.

Then it was destroyed.

This is to destroy the enemy's morale.

But why was the Scribe unharmed?

This question lingered in Brain Food's mind and wouldn't go away.

But one thing is certain.

The Scribe is angry.

Chapter 661 Beheading

Looking at the Scribe so close to him, Brain Eater felt fear for the first time.

That was an aura far surpassing Muzan's.

This is a field that Brain Food has never touched before.

This time, it regretted what it had just done.

Consuming brain-based foods has touched upon a taboo.

"Get out of here."

The Scribe said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Kokushibo was taken aback.

The Scribe's tone was calm.

But hidden beneath that calm was an unspeakable rage.

"I'll say it again, get out of here."

Holding Nichirin Blade, the Scribe took a step forward.

"I want to skin him alive and eat his brains."

As the "Crimson Blood Burning Flame" burned on the Nichirin Blade, the aura emanating from the Scribe surged once again.

"If you stand in my way again, I'll stab you."

The Scribe's words were arrogant.

But Kokushibo knew that wasn't just empty talk.

I have never defeated Yoriichi.

And the Scribe has already surpassed Yoriichi.

There was simply no way to stop it.

Thinking of this, Kokushibo immediately sheathed his sword.

"Good luck to you."

After giving Brain Food a strange look, Kokushibo walked to the back.

Upon seeing this, the brain food let out a scream.

"No, you can't do that!"

"Muzan, save me!"

Brain food itself is well aware of this.

If he were to fight the Scribe head-on, he would be instantly killed without even making a single move.

Even if it's a live dismemberment, it will definitely not take more than five seconds.

But Muzan isn't here.

As the Scribe walked toward the brain food, a hint of excitement flashed in Kokushibo's eyes.