Reaper's Ultimate Enhancement

Chapter 193 Movements from All Sides

Lingwang Palace, the residence of Team Zero.

Ichibei of the Bingzhubu was talking to the other members of the Zero Division, and everyone had a serious expression on their faces.

I saw a roll of paper in his hand, with four large characters [Immortal and empty] written on it.

"To sum up, this person has seen a real fight. It stands to reason that I should get rid of him, but in order to deal with that guy, we still need his strength now."

A tall and thin man on the side nodded and said: "Actually, I think you are too sensitive. Even if you have experienced real fighting, it doesn't mean that he will have this kind of power, and as long as he still uses my knife, it is not a big deal. fear."

Obviously, this person is the one who forged all Zanpakutō, the sword god Ermeiya Wangyue.

Hearing Wang Yue's words, a soldier from the main army scratched his head and said, "That's right, we'll just stay here from now on. That guy's target must be his father, our Lord Spirit King." .”

Hikishu Kiryu at the side showed a somewhat unbearable expression and said: "Then what about those ordinary souls in the world of corpses and souls?"

A military guard from the head of the army showed an exaggerated smile that could scare a child into tears and said: "Then we can only ask them to rest in peace. After all, this is the will of the Spirit King."

The first team, the captain's room.

Yamamoto Motoyasa Shigekuni was drinking tea with a livid face at this time, Sora guessed rightly, the reason why the military commander came to him was nothing more than to beat him, don't let Sora get too much trouble, Although it is a good combat power, if something extraordinary happens because of him, then their zero team will have to do it themselves.

The relationship between Team Zero and the old man Yamamoto is far from as good as imagined. When Yamamoto was killed by Yohabach, Team Zero neither came to the rescue nor showed anything until Yohabach planned to attack the Lingwang Palace. They came to Seireitei.

And they went straight to the point. About the death of Yamamoto, the oldest god of death who led the development of Seireitei for thousands of years, they just passed a few words lightly, let alone sadness, even politely. No greetings at all.

It can be seen that the relationship between Yamamoto Motoyanagisai Shigekuni and the Zero Division is definitely not monolithic. Perhaps for the Zero Division, he is just a useful and obedient dog.

After Ichibei of the military master department left, the old man Yamamoto just stayed in the captain's room alone and didn't know what he was thinking. Stomp, and then called Sparrow Minister Jiro.

"Chojiro, how long have you been with me?"

"It's 2000, Captain Yamamoto."

"Really. Then, are you interested in going to hell with me?"

"I'm the vice-captain. I just need to complete what you told me. There's no need to ask me."

"Really. Then go and call me Shishiro Ukitake and Undead Kongke."

The virtual circle, the virtual night palace.

A white cocoon-like thing is pulsating slowly in the hall of Xuye Palace, and every time it beats, it exudes a frightening spiritual pressure. If Kong Mo is here, he will definitely recognize it. This cocoon It is extremely close to the image after the fusion of Lan Ran and Beng Yu.

Next to Cocoon, several members of Ten Blades stood in different postures, and Ichimaru Gin, Tōsen Yoko, and Maple Leaf Kanji formed a triangle to surround Cocoon.

"So what are we going to do now?" Miriargo, the tenth Saber who was the first to hold back his breath, stretched out his fingers and dug his ears. What happened here was not important to him, but in blue After Ran fell into this state, no one gave orders, but he felt a little bored.

"You and Ulquiorra go to the present world to capture this man, this is the order left by Master Aizen before he fell asleep."

With a flick of his wrist, Ichimaru silver took out a photo of Inoue Orihime and threw it to the two of them. After watching them leave, he turned his head to look at the other ten blades and said, "Go back and do your own things. When Aizen-sama wakes up , that is when we attack the present world."

When the last ten blades also left the hall, an imperceptible light flashed in Ichimaru Gin's eyes.

"Since you know all about Aizen's plan, it's all up to you, Ranju. I will definitely get back half of your soul."

In this world, in a special space in Urahara Kisuke Store.

Yoichi and the others headed by Kisuke Urahara, and the Masquerade Army headed by Mako Hirako, two groups of people are gathering here, but at this moment they are all staring nervously at a person in the middle of the crowd.

It was a man wearing a horned skull mask and a black and white dead bully outfit.

"Hey, Hey, Kisuke-kun, is this guy really okay?" Mako Hirako wiped the cold sweat off his brow, clenched his hands against the Buddha and seemed quite nervous.

"See what you're asking about." Urahara Kisuke also had a serious face, holding Hongji tightly in his hands and staring at the person's every move in the field.

Before the words fell, the wrist of the person in the field suddenly became a little illusory, and then turned into a real body again. If it was someone else, it might be confusing for a while, but everyone present has been fighting with the other party for a long time. reacted.

I saw a little freckled loli with twin ponytails jumping towards her side, and at the same time she was still cursing: "This is the first time I've been hacked! You're doing something good! "

"Hey, Hi Persimmon, this pot is too unreasonable." Hirako Mako shouted, but it couldn't stop Hi Persimmon from running over to kick him in the face after dodging the attack.

After the two fought for a while, they looked at the figure who had stopped again and sighed: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhddddddddrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr), I feel like Ichigo will become something terrible."

"I told you a hundred years ago that the imaginary God of Death is definitely the evolution of God of Death."

"Heh, as for this, it's not surprising that any kind of monsters will be created by completely fusing the powers of Hollow, Shinigami, and Quincy from Guanyin Kaihonghime." Kisuke Urahara stared at Ichigo excitedly while pressing his hat.

In the void that no one can detect, somewhere unseen.

A pair of eyes suddenly opened in this world of endless darkness. What is amazing is that there is actually a pair of pupils in those eyes.

It is the king of the Quincy, Yuhabach, who was sealed by the gods of death thousands of years ago!

"Your Majesty, your awakening time has been brought forward." A man in military uniform saluted the pupil.

"Well, there is something wrong with my avatar." Yuhabach said with some displeasure, and then waved his hand.

"Notify the Star Cross Knights, prepare for battle!"

Soul Realm, Broken Bee House, in the guest room.

Kong Moe who was sleeping suddenly felt his waist sink, as if a kitten had jumped onto him, it was soft and not hostile, and Kong Mole subconsciously stretched out his hand to embrace it.

The other party's body was very soft and petite, as if it had no bones.

What comes from the hands is not the touch of the fabric, but the silky smooth skin.

Feeling this soft and warm touch, one can't help but want to hug him tighter.

Vaguely, Kong Mo felt two strands of long hair sweeping across his face, itching, but it made people quite like this feeling.

Breathing the fragrance from the visitor's body, Kong Que's drowsy mind became slightly clearer, and he murmured: "Broken Bee. Are you also afraid of loneliness...or do you really want to talk about it during the day? It has been fulfilled..."

"Oh? Is there anything interesting to do with Miss Broken Bee?"

It was a prank-like tone that rang in the ear of Kong Mo, which made Kong Mo feel both familiar and unfamiliar.

It is familiar because the voice has been heard countless times, but it is unfamiliar because the voice cannot exist here.

It took almost ten seconds for Kong Ke's drowsy brain to send out a signal of vigilance, completely dispelling his drowsiness.

The next second, he opened his eyes suddenly, but saw a body as petite and exquisite as the broken bee, riding on his waist at this moment.

Although he didn't see the familiar dress, the bone-white mask covering his eyes and the double ponytails whose left and right colors are black and white still swear the identity of the other party.

"The poem of the epidemic?!"

(End of this chapter)