Chapter 306 The Hanging Heart Finally Died

In the ruins below, Yamamoto couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the scene in the sky.

He now somewhat believes what Ru Yueming said just now.

The way this kid looks now is like being carved from the same mold as him.

Especially the skillful undressing movements, they are exactly the same.

Jingraku put down the two swords in his hands, came to Yamamoto's side, reached out and poked the old man, and said with emotion:

"Old man Shan, when did you recruit a new junior brother outside?"

"They didn't even tell us."

Yamamoto glared at him angrily.

It was okay that Kyoryaku Shunsui didn't come over, but once he came over, he subconsciously compared the two.

They are all disciples taught by him, so why are they in the sky and on the earth?

People like Ru Yueming have been able to turn the tide and save Soul Society from the fire and water, but you kid is still fishing every day!

The more Yamamoto thought about it, the angrier he became, and he immediately cursed:

"You bastard, you play with things every day and get bored!"

"When this is over, you kid will go to the mountain behind the first team to practice splitting the waterfall with a wooden sword for me. You are not allowed to use spiritual pressure!"

"When to split, when to enter the next stage of practice!"

Kyoryaku Shunsui: "?"

Isn't this old man already confused?

Mingming was very pleased with his performance some time ago, and even hinted that he would pass on the position of captain to himself in the future.

Why did his attitude completely change in the blink of an eye?

Just as the master and apprentice were angry at each other, a trace of cold sweat had already slipped down Ichigo's forehead and soaked into the bandage on his face.

Nothing else.

Just because the pressure of the person in front of him was too strong, he had to stay prepared.

The current scene can no longer be described as strange.

In Ichigo's relatively poor understanding, a qualified Shinigami should make good use of the Zanpakutō as his main fighting method, and the way to become stronger is to develop the Zanpakutō in depth.

Although he is not a regular Death God, he can still be regarded as a recognized Death God agent.

So in this respect, he is no different from a normal Shinigami.

But what is going on with this guy in front of me? !

Why did he become stronger after throwing the knife?

Also, isn’t that swaying tendon meat a bit too exaggerated? !

Is this guy really the God of Death?

Ichigo now seriously doubts that Akira Kisaragi is an inhuman monster wearing the skin of a god of death.

"Be restrained and don't use it all at once."

Ruyue Ming stretched his arms, moved his muscles and bones, and heard an explosive sound. The tyrannical spiritual pressure was released on his body, twisting the surrounding space wantonly.

Although after coming to the parallel world, I no longer have the blessing of the will of the world.

But with his current various buffs and powerful panel values, let alone a Mutsuki Ichigo, even if the Soul King comes, he can still give him a punch.

The main theme is one who is not afraid.

Feeling the terrible pressure coming towards his face, Ichigo subconsciously took a breath and forced himself to stabilize his mentality.

He has activated Wuyue, which is the final state.

There is not much time left for him.

If the opponent cannot be solved within this period of time, he will have no choice but to be slaughtered by others.

The matter has come to this, all we can do is do it!

Thinking of this, Ichigo's confused eyes became firm again, and the black air condensed on his right hand, forming a Zanpakutō-like weapon.

He has now completely merged with his Tiansuo Zangetsu, regardless of the other.

Therefore, we can only fight in this way.

Flashing.

Ichigo disappeared from the spot, as fast as teleporting, without even triggering the flow of air, just like cutting and pasting, and appeared directly in front of Kisaragi Akira.

The black blade fell, the space trembled, dark and deep cracks appeared near the blade light, and strong winds howled.

The blue sky seemed to be stained with darkness.

Ru Yueming grinned, raised his fists, and faced him. Thunder and fire intertwined behind his shoulder bones, and his wings suddenly spread out, with an astonishing momentum like a demon god coming from the world.

Two people with completely different styles fought together again.

The more Ichigo fought, the more frightened he became.

The confidence that was not very strong in the first place was now gone.

Even though he has become so much stronger, he still can't figure out the opponent's bottom line.

In front of Ru Yueming, he was like a small boat sailing in the endless sea. A slightly bigger wind and wave would kill him in the water.

The blade light exploded, and wherever it passed, even the sky was shattered into dark ravines, which stretched across it like an abyss.

The strong wind roared and rolled up with astonishing force.

However, what Ichigo responded to was the magnetic field rotation and Whale Killing Fist one after another.

No matter how much he maxed out his stats, he still couldn't break Ru Yueming's offensive. He was suppressed throughout the whole process, without any dignity that a transcendent should have.

After several attempts, Ichigo gave up on winning by conventional means.

As his gaze became more determined, the black air current surrounding his body became more and more violent, whipping up strong winds.

"it's over."

Ichigo raised the blade in his hand high, with a relieved smile, and slashed forward.

No matter how it ends, he has tried his best.

Fighting this kind of monster is simply a physical and mental torture.

Too tired, destroy it.

"Moonless."

The moment the words fell, the world suddenly turned into pure black, as if everything had been stripped away.

The shinigami watching below looked up at the darkness, their hearts full of shock, but when they tried to show this emotion on their faces, they were horrified to find that their bodies seemed to be out of control.

In the endless darkness, the shinigami even stopped thinking.

There seemed to be light in Aizen's eyes, and the color of expectation lit up in them.

He already knew the final outcome of himself in this world.

Even if he evolved to a transcendent through the Collapsing Jade, he still had no power to fight back against this attack, and could only be beaten to the point of collapse and complete defense.

The most important point in using the Collapsing Jade is the mentality.

Once there is a problem with the mentality, the corresponding negative feedback will also be reflected in the ability of the Collapsing Jade, which will lead to its own complete collapse.

Thinking of this, Aizen suddenly felt a little pity for himself.

When Wu Yue fell, Ru Yueming did not retreat but advanced, and as his fists opened, his amazing momentum began to rise without limit.

The whole person was like a volcano that had been dormant for millions of years, and it erupted at the last moment.

The extreme incandescent light burst out from the fist bone, igniting a terrifying heat wantonly.

"The final realm!"

"Boundless Explosion Fist!"

When the attacks of both sides touched, the world lost its voice, half dyed black, and half turned into pure white, as if the world was divided.

The impact spread like ripples, expanding in circles above the sky.

Suddenly, the two forces offset each other, and colorful colors returned to the world.

The moment the vision was restored, everyone subconsciously looked at Kisaragi and Kurosaki Ichigo.

They were eager to know who won.

Whether it was Ichigo or Kisaragi, both of them truly surpassed the boundaries between the god of death and the hollow, and were genuine transcendents.

The attacks of both sides just now were beyond their understanding and imagination.

However, when they saw the scene clearly, almost everyone showed a shocked expression.

In the sky, someone was laughing wildly, holding Ichigo, who had completely lost his power as a god of death, and saying something obscure.

"No one stands in the sky from the beginning."

"No matter you, me, or even the gods."

"But the unbearable vacancy of the throne of heaven is about to end."

"From now on, I will stand on the top of the sky!"

The gods of death on the side of the Soul Society: "..."

Hearing these familiar words, Ichigo, who was held in the air by Kisaragi Akira, finally died.

His eyes went dark and he immediately fainted.

After solving the number one traitor, the next thing is to deal with the aftermath.

All it takes is another wave of rebellion against the heavens, and you can ascend to the throne of the king of the Soul Society by defeating the superiors.

Kyoraku Shunsui looked at Kisaragi Akira, who was arm in arm with him and looked so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar, with a strange look on his face, listening to his rebellious remarks.

In short, it's hard to comment.

A guy he had never met before, a villain who knocked down their biggest helper with a few punches, it was actually hard for him to feel bad about him.

An indescribable natural affinity radiated out from time to time.

Kyoraku Shunsui had begun to believe the other party's outrageous remarks.

What night attack on Yamamoto, first stealing the Ryujin Jakka, then burning the captain-general's haori, then smashing the cup as a signal, and five hundred swordsmen rushed up and chopped the old man into meat paste on the spot.

At that time, the position of the captain-general would belong to him.

What's the matter with the sudden excitement?

Looking at the two "evil disciples" exchanging their experiences, Yamamoto felt that his blood pressure had exceeded his spiritual pressure.

"Damn it, I'll chop you first!"

Sensing the scorching heat coming from behind, Ru Yueming laughed, flashed and disappeared from the spot, and could not find any trace at all.

Kyoraku Shunsui wanted to run away as well, but Yamamoto was one step faster than him.

Looking at the white-bearded old man in front of him with flames all over his body, the smile on Kyoraku Shunsui's face gradually froze:

"Teacher, listen to my explanation..."

"Matsuaki!"

The shameful screams echoed in the sky above the ruins, deafening.

…………

With the end of the battle between Ichigo and Kisaragi Akira, a disaster disappeared.

Soul Society returned to peace again, and the fate of those who should have died was also deviated due to someone's interference.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar scene in front of him, Kisaragi Akira decided to do something more for this world.

Underground meeting room.

Mao Forty-sixth Room looked at the figures below, and a strong fear appeared on his face.

The judgment that should have been made was stopped at the lips, and it was delayed to say it.

Who knows why there are two Aizen? !

Until the people around him urged him with their eyes, the leading judge said loudly in a timid tone:

"The verdict is announced."

"Former captain of the fifth division, Aizen Sosuke, will serve 18,000 years in prison in the eighth floor of the underground prison, 'Mujian'!"

Wrapped in black bandages, Parallel Aizen looked at the 46 sitting around him calmly, with a hint of subtle sarcasm flashing in his eyes.

"Another me, you won't just watch yourself being judged by these pedantic guys?"

Having someone to communicate with on an equal footing, Parallel Aizen didn't even bother to say a word to the 46.

He has always been very disgusted with this group of rotten old things.

Even though they had killed a group when they rebelled against Soul Society, they actually selected another group not long after. It's really a disgusting system.

"What do you want me to do?"

Aizen smiled and looked at the sealed parallel Aizen, asking for his opinion.

"Of course I did it according to my heart."

As beings of the same position in different time and space, Parallel Aizen believes that even if he changes because of certain people or things.

But my deep-rooted hatred for this ugly system will never waver in the slightest.

"Well, let's let these insects live for a while longer."

Aizen nodded, "Let's deal with them after Ming and I have eliminated some unnecessary risk factors."

A trace of awkwardness flashed across Parallel Aizen's face.

Especially when you hear someone's name.

He spent his entire life unable to find someone who could stand on the same level as him, but he was found by another person.

The feeling of disparity is simply more uncomfortable than being sealed.

It's really disgusting.

Thinking of this, Parallel Aizen slowly closed his eyes and allowed the jailer Death to activate the ghost path and send him to the endless hell.

Before the invitation comes, let's use this free time to think.

Perhaps, you can also find a path that suits you best...

…………

First team, tea room.

Kisaragi was happily drinking tea made by Yamamoto, feeling the sweet potato fragrance filling her nose, and sighing at the beauty of life.

After looking at someone's skillful tea-sipping movements and his relaxed expression that didn't care about anything, Yamamoto was sure.

This guy is definitely the evil disciple he taught.

Its character is better than that of Jingle Spring Water.

Thinking of this, Yamamoto became very angry and immediately snorted:

"Boy, when are you going back?"

Ru Yueming was surprised: "Where are you going back?"

"Of course it's your own world!"

Yamamoto patted the table to signal someone not to act stupid with him here.

"You tell me this, don't be in a hurry."

Kisaragi Ming put down the tea cup, picked up the sweet potato from the Ryuken Ruohuo, patted the blade, and praised him for doing a good job.

"There are still important things that haven't been done."

"It's not too late to leave after we deal with him."

Yamamoto frowned and asked in confusion: "What happened?"

Ruyue Ming chuckled:

"confidential!"

Yamamoto: "?"

…………

Invisible Empire, First Spire.

In the endless darkness, a blood-red light suddenly appeared, and a black shadow condensed on the throne. A figure appeared out of thin air, and an emotion of uncertainty flashed across the sinister and deep face.

Yhwach wiped the non-existent beads of sweat on his forehead.

Just now, he had a nightmare.

In the dream, the Quincy betrayed him, the empire was taken away, and even the most familiar throne was occupied by a strange figure.

Although he didn't see the other person's appearance clearly, the evil laughter was deeply engraved in his mind.

Yhwach swore that this was the most terrifying laughter he had ever heard since his birth.

After thinking for a long time, he slowly said in the darkness:

"Hasward..."