At This Moment, There Are Still 72 Hours Left Before the Fusion Collapse!

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The door to the training ground was suddenly pushed open, and Zhibo Haiyan, who was in a mess, with countless wounds all over his body, came out.

"Brother!"

"Hey... it hurts!"

With a helpless face to appease Zhibo Konghe, Zhibo Haiyan looked at Shensi: "Captain Shensi, I'm back."

"Looks like you've succeeded."

Shinji smiled and said.

"Thanks to Captain Shinji, I can barely grasp it. Although I can't grasp all the power, I can use it."

Zhibo Haiyan scratched her head and laughed.

The bottom of his eyes is all gratitude and respect for Shinji.

If there is no Shinji, I am afraid that with my own talent, I am afraid that I will not be able to grasp the solution in this life, right?

"Since you have come here, just like a man, go and finish what you need to do."

Shensi took a step back, and under Zhibo Haiyan's puzzled eyes, he made way.

"Captain God, you are..."

Zhibo Haiyan looked dazed.

"You don't want me to help you solve the troubles in your family from other small and medium-sized families, right?"

Shinji shook his head and said in a bad way:

"This is about the owner of your family. Go tell them, the owner of the Zhibo family is not a stinky fish or shrimp to be bullied."

Now that he has promised Zhibo, he will take care of his family and descendants.

At the same time, in order to repay Zhibo Yixin's favor, Shinji will of course not miss this best opportunity to establish Zhibo Haiyan's majesty.

This battle is the battle of dignity, and it must be won at the risk of life!

"Dignity..."

"I understand, Captain Shinji!"

Zhibo Haiyan nodded resolutely, without changing her clothes, wearing this tattered, blood-stained death tyrant outfit, she walked towards the front yard.

"Aren't you going to help him? With Zhibo Haiyan's current body... It's a little hard to suppress so many gods of death, right?"

Matsumoto Ranju tilted his head and asked curiously.

"Can't help, can't help."

Shinji shook his head and said slowly:

"Human, blood is high, and it's this breath that you are fighting for."

"If you lose now, you will lose for the rest of your life."

After that, several people also came to the front yard.

At this time, the front yard was already noisy and crowded.

"Zhibo Haiyan, won't your Zhibo family have declined to such an extent?"

"Since I can't even get the money for changing clothes, then I'll just move out of this place. I think the place outside Seiringei is good."

"Hand over all the resources. You should understand that the declining Zhibo family cannot keep these resources."

Several gods of death in death tyrant costumes stared at Zhibo Haiyan, constantly forcing him to give up everything in the Zhiba family and leave Seiringei.

In Seireitei, resources are limited.

If you want to be in the top position, someone has to be pulled down.

This is the cruel reality.

"Now, please leave Zhibo's house immediately, you are not welcome here."

Hearing this, Zhibo Haiyan took a deep breath and shouted loudly.

"Zhibo Haiyan, you haven't figured out the situation, have you?"

"To visit now is to give you the last respect. If you don't accept our kindness, don't blame us for showing no mercy to the Zhibo family."

"Let's take the Shiba family out of Seoringei, this is the only way to continue the Shiba family."

The heads of the various families are approaching each other step by step.

As long as the Zhibo family is swallowed, even if only part of it is swallowed, it can bring great benefits to their family.

"Then there's nothing to say."

Zhibo Haiyan firmly refused.

Suddenly, a trace of hostility flashed in the eyes of all the owners.

At this moment, several death gods rushed up.

When the sound of the collision came, they widened their eyes in amazement, looking at Zhibo Haiyan who just raised one hand and blocked all these slashes.

"Nani?"

"How is that possible, Zuo Jiro is a vice-captain-level death god, why can't he break the defense against Zhibo Haiyan?"

"Could it be..."

A flash of anger flashed in the eyes of the quick-responding patriarchs.

Then, when he saw the wave-like Reiatsu that seemed to be burning on Zhiba Haiyan's body, his eyes suddenly filled with disbelief.

The fluctuation of this spiritual pressure has surpassed the vice-captain level!

"Thank you for the ban on Soul Society, I can't release Zanpakutō here."

Zhibo Haiyan paused at each word, staring at them: "But, if it's just to release the spiritual pressure..."

Boom!

It was as if thunder fell from the sky!

Zhibo Haiyan's spiritual pressure began to increase sharply and kept climbing.

The gravity of the entire space seemed to have increased hundreds of times in an instant, and the gods of death who were still screaming before, seemed to be strangled by their throats, and their faces flushed and full of pain fell to their knees.

Desperate, unable to breathe, and even consciousness seems to be slowed down.

The absolute oppression from Reiatsu made them sweat profusely, and their hearts were tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.

As long as you squeeze it lightly, it will explode in an instant!

next second.

The spiritual pressure dissipated.

All the homeowners fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

They looked at Zhibo Haiyan in horror.

"It turned out...has reached the captain level!"

"Zhibo Haiyan, you are hiding so deep, you have already mastered the solution, but you have been showing people as the deputy captain, you are so sinister!"

"It's really captain level, how is this possible?"

The heads of the small and medium-sized families who fell to the ground looked frightened.

Captain-level Death God, but a big man they absolutely can't provoke!

Swish!

At this moment, a figure in a white captain's Yuori coat suddenly teleported over.

Only one captain of the entire thirteenth team would wear that pink sao bag jacket.

Captain of the Eighth Division, Jingle Chunshui!

"Huh? What's going on here?"

Jingle Chunshui frowned and glanced at the gods of death on the ground.

Familiar, it should be a guy who knows but can't name it, seems to be the head of another family?

Look, turn to the side.

Jingle Chunshui's pupils shrank suddenly, and he almost burst into foul language.

Why is Kuchiki Kamui here again?

Could it be that what happened here has something to do with Kuchiki Shinji?

Jingle Chunshui rubbed his nose strangely: "Shenji... A very strong spiritual pressure has just erupted here, and it is almost no less than the captain-level death god. Does it have anything to do with you?"

Shinji: "..."

What's your look like?

Don't push everything on my head, you bastard!

Although... the matter here has something to do with me.

"That's my Reiatsu, head of the Jing band."

Zhibo Haiyan stood up and took the initiative to admit.

"Na...Nani???"

Jingle Chunshui's question mark face almost stumbled to the ground.

What are you kidding, you are obviously just a vice-captain-level death god?

Jingle Chunshui looked suspicious.

As Shirō Ukitake's brother and friend, he is very familiar with Zhibo Haiyan, the vice-captain who often works with Shiroku Ukitake!

and so.