Chapter 302 God

Parallel Aizen's pupils shrank, he instantly activated Shunpo and disappeared, and once again distanced himself from his opponent.

I thought that the other party would be careless when they had the advantage, but unexpectedly, they were still extremely cautious.

Although it is not clear how he cracked Kyoka Suigetsu, as far as Parallel Aizen himself is concerned, it is not difficult to crack this ability.

Aizen looked at the alert look of the person in front of him and raised his lips.

Sure enough, someone's bad taste is worthy of recognition, and seeing yourself unlucky is indeed a happy thing.

"It was you who was attacking just now, now it's my turn."

Aizen raised his finger, and a blue-purple jagged light brewed at his fingertips, forming a ball in an instant, exuding a terrifying pressure that distorted the space.

If the spiritual pressure shock released by Parallel Aizen just now was a normal false flash, then what Aizen is releasing now is——

Wang Xu’s flash!

The ruins trembled, dust stirred up, and the beam of light instantly swept across the blue sky, moving straight forward with a suffocating momentum, destroying all obstacles.

Parallel Aizen's eyes darkened, and he whispered the ghost spell:

"Broken Dao No. 81: Duan Kong."

The defensive binding road that is enough to withstand the broken roads below No. 89, the indestructible transparent barrier fell from the sky and turned into a solid city wall standing in front.

The collision erupted, and immediately the sky was filled with light and scattered in all directions.

In the roar of the explosion, Parallel Aizen, who was regarded as the number one enemy of Soul Society by the Shinigami captains, was directly overwhelmed by the blue-violet light.

The hollow barrier it constructed fell apart and collapsed under the impact of the aftermath.

Parallel Aizen's spiritual pressure fell silent and completely disappeared from everyone's perception.

Yamamoto looked at the direction of the battle in astonishment, showing a puzzled expression:

"Is this the end?"

Kisaragi Ming grinned: "Look what you said, that's Soyousuke, how can it be so easy to solve?"

"And the battle ended too quickly, and you, the commander-in-chief, lost face, didn't you?"

Yamamoto was silent.

Although this guy treated his injuries, he also gave people an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.

But Yamamoto always felt that something was not right, so he was always wary of it.

Also, the concept of parallel worlds this guy talks about is somewhat magical and really hard to believe.

Just when Yamamoto was doubting Kisaragi Akira's purpose, a roasted sweet potato exuding a sweet smell was suddenly handed to him.

Yamamoto was stunned, looking at someone up and down, not knowing where this guy took out the roasted sweet potatoes.

Ruyue Ming chewed a sweet potato and said nonchalantly:

"You should stop worrying there."

"This is Soyousuke's battle, just leave it to him."

By some mistake, Yamamoto subconsciously reached out his hand, and when he reacted, he already had the roasted sweet potato in his hand.

Even though his face turned dark.

Others were injured and lying down, but as the captain, he was here eating roasted sweet potatoes with a stranger.

What a decent person, what a decent person!

Yamamoto was about to throw the sweet potato to the ground, but when he looked up, he saw Ruyue Ming's sincere and unpretentious eyes.

Then his heart softened and he put the sweet potato to his mouth.

etc!

Why does this sweet potato taste so familiar? !

Yamamoto opened his eyes wide and looked at someone subconsciously.

Akira Kisaragi grinned and said: "Yes, this is the masterpiece of Yamamoto Shigekuni, the Baked Sweet Potato Immortal of our world."

"how is the taste?"

Yamamoto chewed dryly a few times, not knowing how to answer the other party.

At this moment, his mood was extremely complicated.

Inexplicably, I suddenly felt an urge to know the past of Ruyue Ming.

"Boy, can you tell me..."

Yamamoto swallowed the sweet potato and stared deeply at the person in front of him.

"Your past?"

Ruyue Ming was stunned for a moment, then raised the corner of his mouth:

"It's what I asked for."

…………

The sky was completely shattered, and Parallel Aizen suffered an unprecedented impact.

When the burned ashes and flying smoke gradually dissipated in the sweeping wind.

Among the broken ruins, a thin figure stood up slowly, the outer layer of white material peeling off continuously, and a shattering sound came from the face full of cracks.

It's like glass being hit by a stone.

Countless heavy spiritual pressures rose up in Parallel Aizen's body, lingering around him.

"I see."

His face appeared among the fragments, still familiar in appearance, but the difference was in their respective expressions.

"I already understand your power."

"I didn't expect that I in another world would have completely integrated with Bengyu."

There was a lot of emotion in his tone, and there was a bit of longing in Aizen's eyes, and he said calmly:

"Fortunately, Bengyu has fully recognized me."

"Now, we're even."

As the words fell, the fragments peeled off from the face, and the whites of the eyes turned pure black, with golden pupils emerging from them.

As the corners of his mouth curled up, a confident smile appeared on Parallel Aizen's face.

On the cross slit on his chest, Bengyu exudes a blue-purple light, working hard to push him to evolve to a higher level.

He was still a little confused at first, but when the living example was placed in front of him, he could already see the road ahead clearly.

Aizen nodded slightly, temporarily recognizing the other person's intelligence.

All I can say is that he is worthy of being in another world.

Even in the face of almost unsolvable suppression, he can still transform this pressure into the driving force of evolution and put it into practice.

Now Parallel Aizen has reached the limit of his own soul.

That is the so-called limit of the god of death, and he is only one step away from the transcendent.

Parallel Aizen held the Zanpakutō and waved it casually. The blue-purple crescent-shaped sword pressure swept past in an instant, followed by a roar.

A deafening explosion sounded above the ruins, and the violent impact was like an eight-level gale, wantonly destroying the dilapidated buildings and crushing everything in sight into dust.

It was as if the whole world was immersed in turmoil.

A hurricane rose from the ground, sweeping up the smoke and dust, and Aizen's intact figure appeared in it, pushing the glasses on the bridge of his nose with a calm expression.

As the footsteps fell, the next moment, Parallel Aizen appeared in front of Aizen, raised his left index finger, and a calm voice sounded.

"The Ninety-first Thousand Hands of the Sky-piercing Cannon."

The overwhelming spiritual pressure, like the vast ocean, condensed in an instant, and a cherry-colored burning flame ignited in front of him. It burned out in just a moment, turning into beams of light that were enough to distort space, floating around.

At this moment, the blue sky turned into a cherry-red color, as if the sun was setting and the sky was getting dark.

The roar burst out from the fingertips, and the sense of shock burst out, acting on everyone's heart.

Everyone looked up at the sky with fear, looking at the doomsday-like scenery, and even their breathing stopped.

Faced with such a scene, Aizen's mouth curled up, and white light appeared in his pupils. The spiritual pressure like the sky falling down came down, piling up layer by layer.

In an instant, a million layers of spiritual pressure formed a shield emitting colorful light, blocking the front.

A million shields.

Compared to the million shields released when the Collapsing Jade was first fused, the defensive strength of the million shields now far exceeds that of the fully chanted Dankong.

Therefore, resisting a No. 91 Hado was no problem at all.

The Thousand Hands Kyotentai Cannon exploded, and the flames shot up into the sky, turning into a cross of light, annihilating everything in sight and wantonly eroding layers of spiritual pressure light shields.

While they were wasting time, a Zanpakuto flashing with cold light suddenly appeared behind the million shields and in front of Aizen, and the materialized spiritual pressure burst out instantly.

No. 91 Hado was just a feint, and the real killing move was only revealed at this moment.

However, just as the blade was about to fall, an ordinary index finger blocked the blade.

Dang! !

Under the stunned gaze of Parallel Aizen, his Zanpakuto slashed on Aizen's finger fiercely.

But not a drop of blood was shed.

It was as if it was slashed on steel or some kind of metal, and the slash that was highly expected was so lightly resisted.

Aizen's mouth corners slightly raised, and his index finger slowly bent and placed on the blade of Jinghua Shuiyue.

The heavy spiritual pressure burst out wantonly, and the ground let out a wail of grief as it could not bear the weight. Layers of cracks were densely covered, filling the ruins.

Boom!!!

The ripple-like aftermath rippled out from the center of the intersection of the two people, like a stone falling into the water, and circles of ripples spread toward the battlefield.

Wherever the impact passed, buildings collapsed and boulders shattered.

Kyoraku Shunsui, who had been slacking off, suddenly changed his expression, and forced himself to hold up the little spiritual pressure left. He stood in front of the wounded and released the Dankong Bind, blocking the aftermath.

"It's over, Aizen."

Aizen's calm voice sounded, and his indifferent eyes seemed like a sharp sword piercing deeply into the heart of parallel Aizen.

"Your power is so weak that every move is under control."

"As you said before, this is just a boring farce."

"We are not on the same level."

As soon as the voice fell, countless cracks appeared on the pure white body, and hot blood burst out like a fountain, instantly dyeing the body of Parallel Aizen red.

Aizen let go of his Zanpakutō, and Parallel Aizen staggered back, his eyes full of disbelief.

He knew there was a gap between the two sides, but he never expected the gap to be so big.

This feeling was just like the gap between him and Komamura Sajin and Kurosaki Ichigo on the Double Killing Hill.

Just a slight swing of the knife can completely solve the opponent.

The pure white shell was stained with sticky blood, and the once arrogant Parallel Aizen was left with only a look of embarrassment, with distorted facial features.

Aizen raised his right index finger, and the jagged blue-purple light condensed at his fingertips again.

At the moment when the light ball was formed, a beam of light swept through the space and instantly pierced through the body of Parallel Aizen, and the explosive power was poured into it.

When a large amount of blood flowed out of his chest, Parallel Aizen realized it later and subconsciously reached out to touch his chest.

However, his fingers did not touch the flesh and blood, but went straight through his chest.

Looking down, a huge hole appeared in his chest, and blood continued to flow out of it.

For a moment, his breath was extremely weak.

Urahara Kisuke was stunned by this scene, his expression looked a little hideous, and he didn't even notice that the fisherman's hat fell off his head.

The power gap between the two Aizen was a bit too great.

He thought that even if the two sides could not be evenly matched, they could at least fight for three or five rounds.

The best situation would be that both sides would be injured, so that the Soul Society could take advantage of it.

But now it seems that the threat level of Aizen in his world is far less than that of the other Aizen.

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel intense worry.

If, assuming that Aizen in another world is not like that brainless fool, he has good intentions towards this world.

Then he needs to make countermeasures.

Once Aizen in his own world is defeated, even if he cannot resist the other party's malice, he must have a way to counter it.

Urahara Kisuke took a few deep breaths, and while everyone's attention was on the two Aizens, he quietly left the place.

"Issin."

"Um?"

Urahara Kisuke looked at the middle-aged man with a beard in front of him and said with a serious expression:

"The plan continues."

"We don't know whether Aizen is well-intentioned or malicious, but just in case, we still need to activate the backup plan."

"Once the other party attacks us, we can also make a final resistance."

Hearing this, Kurosaki Isshin suddenly looked embarrassed, his eyes full of tangles, and hesitantly said:

"But, Ichigo..."

Urahara Kisuke sighed: "Don't worry too much, even if you lose the power of death, there is a way to recover it."

"You know, Ichigo is not an ordinary Shinigami."

Kurosaki nodded without saying anything more.

Although I feel sorry for my son, I can't let anything slip at the critical moment. If anything goes wrong, it will be a disaster for them and the whole world.

Isshin Kurosaki came to Ichigo Kurosaki, who was fascinated by the movie, and explained Urahara Kisuke's analysis in detail, and told him the Shiba family's secret technique——

The final crescent moon opposition.

Kurosaki Isshin crossed his arms in front of him and said with a serious expression.

"That's the way it is, the decision is yours."

Kurosaki Ichigo lowered his head, lost in thought. After a moment, he raised his head, his eyes becoming particularly determined.

"Dad, I want to learn!"

Kurosaki Isshin smiled and punched Kurosaki Ichigo on the shoulder.

Then the two of them opened the boundary gate, took the props prepared by Urahara Kisuke in advance, and officially entered the boundary.

…………

"Ahhhhhh!!"

The severe pain coming from the chest destroyed Parallel Aizen's sanity. His long brown hair danced behind him, and the whole person looked like a madman.

The next moment, a huge beam of light shot straight into the sky, instantly extinguishing the thick clouds on the ceiling, lighting up the sky of the entire ruined Karakura Town.

Aizen looked at everything in front of him with great interest, and the smile on his lips became more and more joyful.

The beam of light shattered and the cocoon turned into a butterfly.

Parallel Aizen appeared in front of the world with a brand new appearance. There were three pairs of huge white butterfly wings on his back, and his chest decorated with broken jade showed a hollow like void.

On the forehead, the crack slowly opened, and an eye emerged in it.

Parallel Aizen stared in front of him indifferently, the smile returned to his face again, as arrogant as a god.

"I should be thanking you, my other self."

"Evolution is often accompanied by fear. Just when death is approaching, I finally became..."

"Existence beyond Death and Hollow!"