Chapter 290 The Last Glory

With a wave of his sleeves, the three worlds were shaken.

The terrifying spiritual pressure spread on the Omotesando as if the world was overturning, and instantly penetrated the 72 barriers on the outer layer of the Soul King Palace, and burst into the Soul Society at an immeasurable speed.

In an instant, the few captains fighting in the Soul Society noticed something unusual, and while slashing their opponents with a sword, they looked in horror at the direction of the spiritual pressure in the sky.

This level of spiritual pressure is not even noticeable to captains with weaker strength.

At the same time, on the Omotesando, Shutara Senjumaru looked at the people in front of him calmly, and his elegant temperament made it impossible for people to connect with this huge and suffocating spiritual pressure.

The sky suddenly turned dark, and countless stars shone on the night sky, as if countless pairs of eyes were looking directly at it.

The figure like a god stood in place, and as the golden skeletal arms behind him merged, the huge machine slowly turned.

The gears of fate turned, and the colorful cloth fell down, reflecting in the eyes of everyone.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Ru Yueming sighed.

Compared with the last personal experience, the power of Shutara Senjumaru's Bankai has been improved by more than one level.

The strengthening of the power of the Spirit King is undoubtedly huge for a god of death.

Just as he was flexing his muscles and preparing to tear everything in front of him violently, Senjumaru showed dissatisfaction on his face:

"I don't fight with reckless men."

"Change someone."

Just because Wang Yue of Nimeiwu didn't recognize the other party at the first time, it didn't mean that she couldn't recognize him either.

Just thinking about the previous battle with this reckless man made her chest hurt.

The cloth she had worked so hard to sew couldn't withstand the ravages of this guy at all. With unreasonable brute force and destructive power, he directly turned all her efforts into nothing.

It was like a nightmare battle process, and she didn't want to go through it again.

Ru Yueming was furious.

How could you act like a girl when the war was imminent?

If the opponent was Yhwach, could he change your opponent?

Thinking of this, he rolled up his non-existent sleeves and immediately prepared to correct Senjumaru's thoughts, making her realize that this idea was not advisable.

But at this moment, a figure walked out from behind her, and a gentle voice sounded:

"In that case, leave it to me."

Senjumaru frowned, but didn't say anything else.

In fact, she knew the gap between herself and someone.

Even if the so-called blood alliance seal was unlocked, it couldn't be smoothed out.

But she was a member of the Zero Squad after all. If she just let the outsiders wreak havoc in the Spirit King Palace, it would be somewhat unworthy of her duties.

Whether it was a real fight or a fake fight.

There had to be a formality.

As for the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him, although he didn't know him, judging from Ru Yueming's attitude, it seemed that he should be an undercover agent of the Invisible Empire.

Wait!

Senjumaru seemed to have thought of something and looked behind the two of them.

I saw that Urahara Kisuke and Penida had no intention of paying attention to the battle here. The two of them lowered their heads and muttered to each other.

However, from the expression of that person, it seems that he is giving some bad ideas.

Seeing this scene, her face darkened.

So the invader this time is only Yhwach?

The others are either undercover agents or undercover agents who are about to be turned?

Senjumaru took a look at the battle outside Omotesando. When he saw Yhwach being slapped away by Hyoshubu Ichibei again, there was suddenly a trace of pity in his eyes.

Poor guy, you don’t know what you are going through.

I thought that being a member of the Zero Division was miserable enough, but I didn’t expect that there would be worse.

Suddenly, I felt a little balanced in my heart.

Thinking of this, Senjumaru looked at the two figures in front of him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his sleeves waved.

Countless cloths fell from the night sky, and brilliant colors filled the air, weaving a colorful new world.

A huge golden loom appeared behind him, and twisted rules descended, falling on Aizen, sewing and changing his fate at the moment.

"Evildoers, stare at it."

"A thousand threads, orderly."

"This machine is..."

"Six-color floating text machine!"

Boom! !

The world trembled, and countless slender needles emerged from the cloth, and the sharp needle tips locked Aizen's position, and the space even showed deep holes visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Ru Yueming's expression became more serious.

He was a little curious about how Aizen was going to crack Senjumaru's Bankai.

Although this crazy woman was not as good as him, she was also a good player in the three realms when the blood alliance seal was unlocked.

It was a shame to say that he had been focusing on improving his own strength over the years, but forgot to help his good brother.

After this matter is over, I will definitely help Aizen to train well and strive to make him reach the same level of transcendence as myself.

Just as he was thinking this, the next scene made Kisaragi open his eyes wide.

Materialized blue-purple spiritual pressure burst out from all around Aizen, and countless needles that were approaching instantly hovered one meter away from his body.

As if the switch of the time pauser was pressed, the needles stopped in the surging spiritual pressure and could no longer move forward.

But if you look closely, these needles did not stop because of some kind of rule power, but were completely solidified in front of the simple and powerful spiritual pressure.

"The battle of the Shinigami is the battle of Reiatsu."

Aizen said calmly, "I'm just a scientist, I don't have the fancy rule-based abilities like you, so..."

"With the help of the power of some external object, I broke through a little bit of my spiritual pressure."

Seeing the scene in front of him, Senjumaru had a solemn expression.

Something was beyond her expectation.

This level of spiritual pressure should make people feel unbearable oppression.

But even though the distance was so close, she still didn't notice a trace of the other party's spiritual pressure leaking out.

This means that the control of spiritual pressure by the person in front of me has surpassed that of everyone else!

Who is this guy? !

The corner of Aizen's mouth was slightly raised, and the solidified spiritual pressure was released like a torrent, filling the entire swastika space in an instant, and the surrounding air became heavy and sticky.

Under such pressure, even breathing became difficult.

Looking directly at the other party's calm eyes, Senjumaru's expression froze, and then became a little angry.

Damn it, what do these two guys think of Team Zero?

"do not fight!"

Senjumaru waved his sleeves, and a slender needle appeared, sewing a doll exactly like her in three strokes.

With the infusion of spiritual pressure, the doll also becomes humanized.

However, he was brutally killed by Senjumaru soon, and a seemingly seamless corpse lay on the ground, completely lifeless.

"I have no interest in participating in your plan."

Senjumaru untied his swastika, and his elegant figure was hidden among the cloth, gradually moving away.

"Well, remember not to dismantle my concubine's Lingban Lidian."

Not far away, Urahara Kisuke pointed at the messy battlefield and explained:

"Actually, we are all undercover."

Penida nodded, made a cooing sound of unknown meaning, and then manipulated the spirit son to condense a line of subtitles in front of him.

"It does not matter."

"The important thing is to be by Hashirama's side..."

It is obvious that Yhwach, who gave Penida the power of the Quincy, is completely inferior to Yue Mingzhi in his heart.

…………

"Give up, Yhwach."

"Your ambition will never succeed."

The commander of the army, Ichibei, waved the brush in his hand, and sticky ink spread on it, instantly dyeing a large area of ​​the sky black.

"Because, all the 'blackness' is under my control."

"Dusk, dark night, please come over."

"Let's meet and drink a bowl. After drinking this bowl, your soul will be scattered and you will fly away."

When the chanting of the incantation started, the black color spread in all directions with Ichibei of the Weapon Master as the center, and circles and circles of ink slowly spread out.

Yhwach's expression changed slightly, sensing the threat from the other party.

"On the road to Huangquan, there are flowers blooming to keep you company. Where is the delicacy? It is dyed jet black and divided into eight pieces. It is roasted with jet black flames until it is black. Enjoy it to your heart's content."

Ichibei, the commander of the army, had a bowl of ink in his hand at some point. As he drank a little, the formation under his feet expanded rapidly, directly trapping Yhwach who was trying to escape from here.

The outer shell of the static blood device was then released, trying to resist the power of the opponent's erosion.

However, in the face of pure black, this level of defense was shattered in an instant and turned into countless spirit particles, scattered into the surge of ink below.

"After a good meal, the bones are piled high, and a tombstone is erected to mourn the sorrow."

"Your Excellency is now here, and it will be difficult for you to come back to life. Even if you want to become a sacrifice, it is impossible."

"Don't turn around Taisha Ling!"

Ichimonji floated in front of Ichibei, the commander of the army, releasing indescribable oppression outwards.

He clapped his hands together with a snap, and the ink below surged. A huge mausoleum rose from the ground, and endless black tombstones stood behind him.

"In a hundred years, Soul Society will spend a hundred nights building a group of tombstones for you to commemorate you."

"Even the black color wrapped around your body will be sucked together. Your blood, flesh, bones and everything else will all turn into pitch black and vanish into nothingness."

"Fall into the dark hell."

Yhwach stared at everything in front of him with a solemn expression. There was no doubt that the outbreak of Ichibei, the commander of the army, put great pressure on him.

The current state alone is not enough to continue fighting with him.

It seems that it is time to seize more power...

At the same time, inside Seireitei.

Zaraki Kenpachi looked at the figure who was exactly the same as himself in front of him with a ferocious smile, and the terrifying power was rising layer by layer.

"The last time we fought so hard was the fight with the captain."

"However, it seems your power ends here!"

Golden spiritual pressure soars into the sky, and the violent momentum outlines the silhouette of a skeleton.

"Swallow it, Ye Sha!"

The original serrated long knife transformed into an extremely exaggerated huge blade, bursting out with bright light.

Under Lloyd Lloyd's desperate gaze, the giant blade cut off the long serrated knife in his hand with a devastating force, shattering the last protection of the static blood suit.

Forcibly split his body that he thought was indestructible into two halves!

On the other side, Yamamoto held a burnt black blade and slashed at the figure that looked exactly like himself.

"Remnant Fire Taito·East·Rising Sun Blade!"

Lloyd Lloyd, who thought he had imitated the opponent's full strength, was completely wiped out by this mediocre blow.

Not even the body was left.

Looking at the scorched black marks on the ground, Yamamoto coldly snorted:

"Yu Zhong!"

After dealing with the powerful enemy, the old man did not intend to rest. Instead, he began to look for the person to be killed in the Soul Society according to the list provided by Aizen.

"Let me see who is the next one..."

A blue light spot appeared out of thin air beside Yhwach, and then sank directly into his body like a fish entering the sea.

"Awakening, my power."

"Now, I can see through everything in the world."

Yhwach's pupils turned slightly, and two more blood-red pupils appeared in his eyes.

Hyoshubu Ichibei's breathing stagnated.

At this moment, the pressure given to him by Yhwach even exceeded that of Kisaragi Akira at that time.

Especially when looking directly into the strange pupils.

He knew very well what the other party's power was. When the two sides negotiated a thousand years ago, he still relied on the power of the Soul King and used the Soul King's left hand to seal his power.

Now a thousand years have passed, and in the midst of sleep and seizure, Yhwach has returned to his strongest state again-

omniscience and omnipotence!

Realizing this, Hyoshubu Ichibei no longer hesitated and immediately blasted all of Fuzuna Taisharyo up.

The power from the Soul Society's Dark Night deprived Yhwach of everything in the roar, absorbing the black color on his body.

However, all this was in vain.

With the activation of the omniscience and omnipotence, Fuzuna Taisharyo's power was directly usurped, and then turned around and descended on Hyoshubu Ichibei's body.

Boom! !

The sticky ink exploded, and the indestructible body of the King Key fell apart at this moment. The leader of the Zero Squad, the monk with eyes, Hyoshubu Ichibei died completely at this moment.

Yhwach didn't even look at him more, and flew straight to the Omotesando.

Strangely, the monk's head turned slightly, and his blank pupils looked in the direction of his departure, and under his thick beard, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

When Yhwach landed on Omotesando again, he saw three members of the Zero Division who died tragically.

So far, the road ahead has been unobstructed.

The process was much smoother than he expected, thanks to these capable subordinates.

In this way, the death of Litjie Barro and others does not seem to be something difficult to accept.

The old does not go, the new does not come.

Whether it is Hashirama or Madara, they are much more useful than the previous ones.

A ferocious smile appeared on Yhwach's face, and his cold eyes looked at the sky.

"Let's go."

"Go to receive the final victory."

As soon as the voice fell, his figure had disappeared on Omotesando.

Aizen looked at his receding back, and his pupils under the lenses showed an inexplicable light.

He was not used to pinning his hopes on others, even the Soul King was no exception.

I hope there will be no surprises in the final result...