Reaper's Ultimate Enhancement

Chapter 26

In fact, he had thought about a problem in Kong Mo's last life.

Most of Zanpakuto's liberation language sounds quite handsome in the second class, so will there be some unusual and weird things?

In fact, in his memory, there seems to be a Reaper Zanpakuto named Yoshinosuke Kuratani who belongs to the [-]th division, and the liberation language is "Good morning, Tuyu." It has to be said that in the entire Reaper world It's a wonderful flower, but because of too few scenes and too weak ability, it has basically not been noticed.

Whether it is the name or the liberation language, these are the most basic things that constitute the power of the god of death. In a magical way, the name and the liberation language are the existence of the spirit of speech, and a powerful force is stimulated through language.

In terms of the technological world known to Kong Moe, if Zanpakuto is a program, then the name and Jiefang language are the voice-activated unlocking passwords!

Moreover, each Zanpakuto starts from a shallow strike, and the followers grow gradually. The more powerful the Zanpakuto, the more suitable it is for him. The reason, whether it is temperament or fighting habits, will change the shape of Zanpakuto every minute and every second they get along with Zanpakuto.

Then the question arises, what to do with all kinds of abnormal brains among the gods of death?
The second disease, abnormal, dead house, sickly, anti-human, this series of guys whose brain circuits are completely different from normal people, what will the Zanpakuto they cultivate become?
Until today, Kong Mo finally solved the huge question in his heart.

That Zanpakuto will become as weird and inexplicable as its master.

All kinds of information were constantly flashing in his mind, but his face was completely expressionless, just staring at the two figures in front of him with empty eyes.

It was a tall man dressed like Elvis Presley, with a solid and well-proportioned body wearing a pure white reflective jacket and trousers. On his head was a huge explosive head twice the diameter of his body. And this Underneath the exploding head, there is a Jiebao face... no, the elephant's head, and even a pair of rather weird pentagram-shaped sunglasses on the elephant's head.

And behind this elephant-headed Elvis, Maple Leaf Xianji's Siba outfit at this time has changed into a hip-hop hip-hop style, and he is carrying a huge stereo on his shoulder.

"I really don't even have any interest in watching it anymore, that one over there, count me as wrong, please kill this thing quickly."

Kong Mo stretched out his hand to cover his face, feeling extremely remorseful.

Even if he is the target strengthened by Epidemic Poetry, he can't take back the strengthened power, and by mastering the power of Swastika in advance this time, he knows the name of Swastika. It is conceivable that Maple Leaf Hanji is in the original work. The guy who doesn't even have a name at all, in the future, as long as his spiritual power reaches the standard, he can naturally master the power of Swastika, even if it is the most superficial grasp, but it is Swastika after all, almost a strategic level of power. He will have a place in the [-]th team.

Even though he was full of thoughts, it was actually just a matter of a moment. Maple Leaf Xianer stepped forward without even noticing the fact that Kong Moe was in a daze, and an extremely strange voice suddenly came from the sound resisted by his shoulder. Out of it.

"yo~man~let's rock and roll."

The elephant-headed man standing at the front also started a strange dance step with the music. First, he turned his face towards the two of them in a continuous round of rounds, and then stretched out his hand to hold down his huge explosive head. With both feet sliding on the ground in the opposite direction, he moved towards Wuming Daxu in a moonwalking dance.

The huge speakers on Maple Leaf's shoulders also kept playing music with a strong sense of rhythm, and every time the tune matched the elephant-headed dance steps just right.

"Ow!"

The seemingly slow but fast pace came to the front of Wuming Daxu in an instant, and the elephant-headed man forced a high-pitched and short voice with the low voice of an elephant, and then turned around again and stretched out his left hand He snapped his fingers at Wuming Daxu.

"Yiha!" With the strange howl that came out again, the surrounding scenery became not so normal.

One after another, elephant-headed creatures between reality and illusion rushed out from all around, and each of them rushed towards Wuming Daxu in the same dancing posture as the first elephant-headed man, as if there was a whole body of elephant-headed creatures. A tribe of elephant people all appeared here.

Every elephant-headed man stepped on the middle tone just right, without any mess. However, unlike this weird and slightly joyful scene, Wuming Daxu felt the real threat of death at this time.

A simple elephant-headed man in front of him will not have any influence on him. Every elephant-headed man is almost better than the king of pigeons. It can be said that it is easy for one to score four or five. If it faces ten elephant-headed men by itself, it may be injured, and if it faces thirty or forty elephant heads, it may win badly.

However, hundreds of them appeared in front of him. Even as the music played, more elephant-headed phantoms suddenly appeared from the void, surrounding Wuming Daxu.

"You'veBeenHitBy~" seemed to come to the climax of the song on Maple Leaf Kanji's stereo. The heavy rhythm brought up the elephant-headed people's movements, and all of them made the posture of retracting their legs and standing upright. He turned his body sideways and pointed his right side in the direction of Wuming Daxu.

"You'veBeenHitBy!" An inexplicable aura permeated the crowd of elephant heads, Wuming Daxu was desperately attacking and fighting in the middle of the encirclement, but every phantom immediately after being dispersed There will be the next phantom to fill the gap, and no matter how hard he struggles, he cannot escape.

"The Elephanttribe!" As the last line of the lyrics fluttered out, all the elephant-headed men stretched out their hands and slammed at their sides, and they were also surrounded by Wuming Daxu in the center.

Every punch has the same power as the ace-style Italian cannon that Maple Leaf Hanji exhausted all his strength a few minutes ago. Hundreds of punches hit the same point, as if detonating a large amount of explosives , a group of small mushroom clouds rose from the ground.

"Win...?" Looking at the Wuming Daxu who was bombarded until there was no dust left, even Maple Leaf Hanji, the person involved, was a little unbelievable. This is the power of the swastika. Even the weakest Shinigami, as long as he gets Knowing the power of Swastika, even the lowest level of ability to use it, is already beyond the level of ordinary death.

"I want to go back and wash my eyes..." Kong Mo silently made up his mind.

(End of this chapter)