From the prototype, immortal

"Is this... the final form Bengyu gave me?"

Aizen murmured to himself. He could feel that the power in his body that was above all living beings was completely awakening. This power was powerful enough to change the world and even subvert the boundaries of everything.

"Hahaha……"

Aizen suddenly laughed loudly, with a mixture of pride and relief in his laughter.

He knew that at this moment, he was no longer the Aizen of the past, but an existence that had transcended himself and stood at a new height.

Bengyu's power finally gave birth to this unprecedented evolution under his will.

"Kurosaki Ichigo, you are indeed powerful, but this is also the fun I pursue."

Aizen's voice became deep and magnetic, and he slowly floated into the air. Each flapping of his wings was accompanied by a slight distortion of the space, showing that he now had power over all living beings.

"Let me see where your limit is!"

A flash of fanaticism flashed in Aizen's eyes. He was no longer the conspirator who was only satisfied with controlling everything, but a warrior who purely pursued power and combat.

Chang Wei looked at Aizen like this and was filled with emotion.

"Using absolute will to stabilize his fashion value and style, it is equivalent to never breaking the rules. Such Aizen, even if his original Bengyu has an upper limit and his potential is locked up by the Soul King, he will probably be able to break the shackles and shackles, and even more Needless to say, it’s still Bengyu with added ingredients.”

Chang Wei clicked his tongue and said.

The Hongyoku itself does not need to become complete in order to be activated. It is just that Aizen is not confident enough in himself. Especially after learning that Urahara Kisuke also has a piece of Hongyoku, Aizen subconsciously felt that he had to fuse two pieces of Hongyoku to become one. Complete broken jade.

Bengyu absorbed his ideas and naturally developed them according to his ideas.

And when Aizen realized that Bengyu's ability was actually to realize the thoughts of the people around him, his thoughts were deeply ingrained and impossible to change.

It's different now. Bengyu, who has absorbed the soul of the Berserker, has broken the upper limit of the Soul King's lock. As long as Aizen Sosuke can maintain that absolute will and heart, he can become stronger endlessly!

Kurosaki Ichigo once again transcended the troubles in the invisible realm that Aizen had set for him, and then raised his fists to hit Aizen.

"Enough, Kurosaki Ichigo!!!"

Aizen laughed wildly, without giving in at all, and also punched him.

Even if you know that this punch will be eaten, but so what?

No one can make him give in or dodge, not even death! ! !

Kurosaki Ichigo's fist swallowed countless spirit seeds. Even though Aizen Sosuke had completely contracted the spirit seeds in his fist, each spirit spirit had the will of Aizen Sosuke, but they were still absorbed by Kurosaki Ichigo. The guardian forcefully absorbed the past.

Regardless of friend or foe, as long as they are spirit children, they are food for Ichigo Kurosaki!

Even so, Aizen Sosuke also realized that his attack was not without harm to Kurosaki Ichigo!

What he can swallow is only his own spirit son, but his own domination and his supreme will can injure Kurosaki Ichigo, causing him a double blow to his will and body!

This is how the Berserker turns the impossible into possible!

The two fists met, and a deafening roar instantly erupted, as if the whole world was shaken.

Kurosaki Ichigo's fist was like a black hole swallowing Aizen's spirit son. Aizen's domineering thoughts and supreme will were like sharp blades, penetrating Kurosaki Ichigo's defense and directly acting on his mind and body. above.

Kurosaki Ichigo felt an unprecedented pain, a tremor from the depths of his soul that made him almost unable to stand still.

But Kurosaki Ichigo did not waver, Aizen had absolute will, and so did he!

The will of Kurosaki Ichigo has absorbed his own supreme fighting spirit and is growing vigorously.

"Aizen, I have felt your domination! I have understood your ambition!"

Kurosaki Ichigo showed an eye-catching smile.

With the crazy surge of spiritual power in his body, the surrounding air began to twist and deform, forming whirlpools of spiritual power visible to the naked eye.

Every attack of Aizen is not only a collision of power, but also a confrontation of faith and will.

He condensed all of himself, including his desire for strength, pursuit of power, and contempt for the world, into this punch, vowing to completely defeat Kurosaki Ichigo.

The two forces clashed fiercely in the air, and every collision was accompanied by a deafening roar, as if the heaven and earth were shaking.

The Arrancars surrounding the edge of the battlefield had already been frightened out of their wits by this terrifying power. They could only watch from a distance, their hearts filled with fear and awe of the unknown.

Even the most powerful beings among them could not get close to the core area of ​​the battle. They could only feel the powerful aftermath of energy, constantly impacting their bodies and minds.

The next moment seemed to be the most primitive and purest display of violent aesthetics in the universe. Everything in the world seemed to tremble, and even the air was filled with an indescribable sense of oppression.

This battle is not only a contest of strength and skill, but also a collision of will and belief. It is a direct confrontation of the hottest flames in the depths of two souls.

At this moment, Aizen's eyes no longer had the calmness and depth of the past, but were replaced by an almost crazy persistence and determination.

His whole body seemed to be wrapped in an invisible force, which was a powerful aura formed by his long-term desire for power and pursuit of perfection.

Every time he punched, it was not only the contraction and extension of muscles, but also the outpouring of his inner beliefs and will, and the roar of his soul that was unwilling to be mediocre and pursued the ultimate.

The figures of the two people were looming in the interweaving of light and shadow, and every collision was accompanied by a deafening roar, like thunder in the sky, shaking every living being present.

"Boom!" Another fierce collision of fists, the space seemed to be torn apart at this moment, and the air around was squeezed and deformed by the huge impact force, forming circles of ripples visible to the naked eye.

Such a scene, even those hollows who have long been accustomed to cruel battles, can't help but feel palpitations. They can only watch from a distance, fearing that if they are not careful, they will be affected by this force and will never recover.

However, the two sides of the battle seemed to be completely in another world, and all the noise and fear of the outside world had nothing to do with them.

In their eyes, there is only each other, only the ever-increasing strength and faith. Every time a fist falls, it is a challenge to the limits of oneself and an unyielding struggle against fate.