Chapter 168 The Top Two and Five Guys

When he heard Aizen's words, Kisaragi Akira's first thought was -

Did I skip the map again?

Soul Society and Hueco Mundo haven't even been broken through yet, but the Quincy is holding high the imperial flag and launching a war?

Regarding the concept mentioned by Aizen.

He naturally understood something. After all, the melon was just an appearance. In fact, his brain was full of astonishing wisdom.

As a being who protects the balance of the world, the God of Death is responsible for extraditing the souls of people who have died in this world to the Soul Society to maintain the stability of this world.

As for the whole soul that cannot be extradited and has strong negative emotions in its heart, the [Lock of Cause and Effect] produced on its chest will produce [Lock Erosion] due to various reasons.

Once the lock of cause and effect disappears completely and a big hole appears in the chest, the spirit will become empty.

Hollows killed by the God of Death will be transformed into ordinary souls and transferred to the Soul Society again to maintain this hard-won fragile balance.

But a Hollow killed by a Quincy will disappear completely.

Although this description is somewhat divorced from the law of conservation of energy, it is the fact.

Hollows and humans essentially belong to the same existence.

The two are respectively in the world of spirit and instrument, circulating with each other and stabilizing the balance of the world.

Once one of them disappears in large numbers, the boundary between Soul Society and the real world will collapse. At that time, just like Aizen said, it will return to the original state and the three realms will return to nothingness.

Seeing that someone was wandering around again, Aizen didn't expect him to understand the meaning of these words. He sighed helplessly before continuing:

"Judging from the current speed at which spirit sons are disappearing, it may not take more than two hundred years for the boundary between Soul Society and the real world to collapse, triggering a disaster that will destroy the world."

"Before that, I thought something should be done."

Akira Kisaragi stared at Aizen in front of him with a suspicious look on his face, as if he was meeting him for the first time.

Aizen, who clearly holds the villain's script, actually has the idea of ​​saving the world.

It's just like a cripple's butt, and it's more or less evil.

"And one more thing."

Aizen didn't pay attention to his gaze, but continued: "The answer to the black lines produced when engraving the ghost's lines is actually related to the Quincy."

"There aren't many records about the Quincy in the Great Spirit Book Corridor, but most of them are very detailed."

"One of the abilities is very similar to the performance of the black lines, and it is called 'Blood Equipment'."

"Its manifestations are divided into 'static blood equipment' and 'blood dynamic equipment'."

"The former represents defense and the latter represents offense."

"When the static blood suit withstands an enemy's attack, it will show dendritic patterns at the corresponding location. Depending on the strength of the blood suit, the pattern of expression will also be different."

"Coupled with your naturally powerful spiritual defense, I suspect that the black lines may be a manifestation of the blood suit."

Hearing this, Ru Yueming's eyes widened with shock on her face.

I, the captain of the 11th Squadron, the talker of the Inverse Bone Shrine, a close disciple of Yamamoto, the future captain, will be the leader of the Soul Society that will stand on the top of the sky.

Now you are telling me that I have become the number one kid in Team 13?

Is there any more royal law? Is there any more law? !

"Just a guess, no need to make such a fuss."

Aizen seemed to have anticipated someone's expression, and he still said calmly, "We still need to study the Quincy before we can make a conclusion."

"But just in case, I think you'd better explain it to Captain Yamamoto."

"Otherwise, once exposed in the future, it will be hard to say whose head Liu Ren Ruohuo will chop off."

Perhaps because he learned too much from the Great Spiritual Book Corridor, Aizen felt like he was a little mother-in-law today.

But in order to prevent someone from being stabbed in the back by one of his own, he felt that these words were necessary.

Ruyue Ming: "..."

As if thinking of a similar scene, the young man shuddered violently, and then shook his head vigorously.

Gilt jackets and stuff, it’s so scary.

"Then I'll go and join the team."

Kisaragi Ming said goodbye, turned around and disappeared into the 11th Division.

Not long after he left, a sneaky figure of a dog appeared in the corridor, with a yellow-haired head leaning against the door, looking in cautiously.

"Sir Aizen, is the captain gone?"

Looking at Urahara Kisuke's cautious look, Aizen was a little silent.

It's a bit pitiful for a good person to be scared like this by someone.

"He went to the first team and will probably be back soon."

Hearing this, Urahara Kisuke breathed a sigh of relief, then walked into the room generously, took another set of cups, and filled the teapot on the table with tea.

His movements were familiar, and it didn't look like he was doing it for the first time.

Seeing this, Aizen squinted his eyes, as if he understood something.

"I came here specifically to find Lord Aizen."

Urahara Kisuke took a sip of tea before getting down to the topic, "After you and I saw the Zanpakutō each other last time, I became interested in related research topics."

"Then after a large-scale random check of data, watching other people's Zanpakutō Kaikai, and reviewing relevant information and records, I came up with some new ideas about the practice of Zanpakutō Kaikai."

Because he has had research experience, Urahara Kisuke has a completely different perception of Aizen.

Unlike a certain captain who doesn't understand any scientific research at all, Aizen is considered a top scholar in this regard, even if you look at Soul Society.

Moreover, Aizen is not the kind of researcher who can only talk about things on paper. Judging from the language description, Aizen is also very rich in practice.

The development of the gravity chamber is largely due to Aizen.

It is precisely because of this that Urahara Kisuke still can't figure out why such a smart person would be mixed up with a guy whose brain is all about muscles.

And they seem to have a good relationship?

Is this the legendary complementarity of long and short?

"Mr. Urahara, please speak directly if you have anything to say."

Aizen said softly, "I'm very curious about your thoughts on Zanpakutō Swastika."

Urahara Kisuke was not annoyed when his thoughts were interrupted. He grinned and said with a smile:

"The normal way of practicing swastika is that the spiritual pressure must reach the standard first, and then the Zanpakutō needs to be embodied and surrendered."

"The most difficult of these is the former."

"Normal cultivation, even for a Shinigami with the talent of Swastika, will take at least ten years, or even longer."

"I'm wondering if we can force them to appear in our world through a method similar to the previous collective rebellion of Zanpakutō..."

Hearing this, Aizen was a little surprised.

Perhaps because he doesn't like to rely too much on his Zanpakutō, he rarely thinks about this aspect.

However, Urahara Kisuke was able to think of clever ways to allow the Shinigami to master the swastika as quickly as possible. His imagination was so vast that it was completely superior to ordinary researchers.

Even looking at the 12th Division, there are very few who can compare with it.

If this idea can be realized, it will undoubtedly be of epoch-making significance for Soul Society.

"It does work."

Aizen nodded slightly, "I wonder if Mr. Urahara can share the relevant information you collected before. I am also very interested in this aspect..."

…………

First team.

tea room.

Yamamoto stood in front of the desk, writing calmly, writing on the white paper in a flurry of words, not taking the words of Akira Kisaragi to heart at all.

On the other hand, the young man had completely lost his usual vigor.

It looked as if the eggplant had been beaten by frost and was squeaking.

After a long time, Yamamoto completed his masterpiece, framed it on the wall of the tea room with satisfaction, and nodded.

Then, he walked to the tea table and sat opposite Ru Yueming.

"Anything else to report?"

Yamamoto asked casually, "If not, you can leave first."

"teacher?"

Akira Kisaragi was a little surprised, she didn't expect Yamamoto to behave like this, "Don't you have nothing to say?"

"say what?"

Yamamoto's slightly closed eyes slowly opened, and he glanced at his stupid disciple lightly: "Because of a little unrealistic guess, you decided that your disciples are the remnants of the Quincy?"

"Then with a wave of his hand, he directly kills his relatives in a just act of justice?"

"In your eyes, am I such a confused person?"

The death instinct made Ming Ruyue want to say, "Aren't you confused enough?", but seeing the flames rising from the blade under the fire, he suppressed this instinct.

The iron fist can still resist, but the flowing blade like fire will still need some time to develop.

"madness!"

Yamamoto seemed to be aware of his stupid disciple's thoughts, and angrily said: "Even if his character is as bad as that of a rotten tree, I have never given up on him."

"How can I punish a brainless disciple like you just because of a little suspicion?"

Ruyue Ming: "..."

Although he got Yamamoto's approval, for some reason, he seemed a little unhappy.

"Whether it's a Quincy or a Shinigami."

Yamamoto said slowly, "As long as you insist on justice, Soul Society will open its doors to welcome you."

Hearing this, Ru Yueming nodded thoughtfully:

"Understood."

I thought my teacher was a stubborn old man who didn't understand anything, but he turned out to be quite reasonable at the critical moment.

In this case, he can continue to develop his potential power with confidence.

By the way, if the Quincy is really dressed in blood, is he also considered a hybrid in a certain sense?

Thinking of this, Ru Yueming fell into deep thought.

Glancing at the boy who was once again wandering, Yamamoto shook his head and let out an inaudible sigh. At the same time, a trace of relief flashed in his slightly closed eyes.

Although he is a bit stupid, he still has a good character.

Compared to Kuchiki Xianghe, I don't know how much better.

…………

Rukongai, on the empty plains.

The black cavity opened, and the two figures looked at each other and stepped straight into it.

It was still the familiar sudden attack, and the flat spirit path led straight into the deep darkness ahead.

Chased by a dump truck with headlights, the two of them traveled very fast and reached the exit in the blink of an eye.

With a flash of light, the scene in front of him has undergone earth-shaking changes.

A modern city comes into view.

Although it is not as prosperous as Yueming's memory, it is already much stronger than the Soul Society that was still stuck in the ancient times.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Kisaragi sighed deeply, then looked at Aizen next to him and said:

"Go straight to the Quincy's lair?"

While confirming the coordinates, Aizen explained: "No rush, let's look for scattered Quincy first. I don't know much about this race."

"After conducting preliminary observations, we will proceed to the next step."

The current world is different from Hueco Mundo. There are a large number of Shinigami stationed in the city. Once discovered, it is likely to cause some unnecessary accidents.

When acting in this world, caution is the first priority.

After Aizen took out the equipment he carried and rectified it, he captured parameters completely different from the pressure of the Death God in the thin air of the spirit, and determined its location.

"Go northwest."

Two figures flashed across the sky and disappeared at the end of the horizon.

Karakura Town.

On the outskirts, in the wilderness.

Chaotic spiritual pressure filled the air, gorgeous spiritual arrows exploded in the open space, and charred cracks spread across the ground.

Several figures fled in the wilderness in great embarrassment, as if being chased by some extremely evil thing.

They didn't even have the courage to look back.

These people are different from ordinary humans. They contain the aura of spiritual pressure and are very powerful, no worse than ordinary Shinigami soldiers.

But even so, they still didn't have the courage to look back and fight their pursuers.

When this group of people rushed into a valley, they relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.

"That pervert didn't chase you, did he?"

One of them asked with lingering fear.

"Probably not. This is where our Quincy is stationed. No matter how brave that guy is, he probably won't dare to chase him."

A man next to him replied breathlessly.

But another man with a slightly rough appearance frowned and said, "Be careful."

"Judging from the guy's performance, I don't think he's someone who's going to give up easily."

"We still..."

Before he finished speaking, a sinister voice reached everyone's ears, causing the expressions of those present to change suddenly:

"Compared to others, your observation skills are very good."

"To reward you, I decided to prepare a container specifically for you after I catch you..."

In the horrified eyes of everyone, a black figure with blue hair and a very strange costume slowly walked into the valley, staring at everyone closely with a pair of golden eyes.

As if examining the pieces of meat on the chopping board.

The next moment, someone in the crowd pulled the Lingzi short bow.

The blue spirit arrow tore through the air and rushed straight towards the figure in front, and then under the horrified eyes of everyone.

The strange man stretched out his right hand and accurately grasped the spirit arrow in his palm. His joking voice echoed in the empty valley:

"It's no use, Quincy."

"Your abilities have been completely cracked..."