Marvel With Zanpakuto

"Calm down...watch carefully and find the exit!"

Lord repeatedly comforted himself, took a few deep breaths in a row, calmed down his chaotic heart, and then carefully observed those void cracks, trying to find a pattern, or any clues about the 'exit'!

These fissures spread throughout the turbulent void, some of which are as large as the East African Rift Valley and stretch for thousands of miles, while the smaller ones are not as big as an arm. The gap between the two can be said to be very different. No more difference!

Obviously, this approach doesn't work either!

Lord was still a little unwilling, and tried to condense the spiritual child into arrows and penetrated into the crack with the ability to penetrate everything, and then planned to use the feedback of the spiritual child to perceive whether the other end at the end of the crack was safe.

But until the loss of induction, there was no feedback from the spirit child.

This is like a natural prison, cutting off all attempts to escape.

Even Lord, it is inevitable that he is a little discouraged at this moment.

He tried all the methods he could think of, but all the results he got were useless!

"let's start!"

Lord exhaled a breath of turbid air from his lungs, and then stared at the looming cracks.

The next step is to verify his bloodline. It is time for Ou Zhengfei. If he chooses the wrong 'exit', it can only prove that he is nothing more than that, and he is destined to suffer this disaster!

Sometimes luck is also an important part of success!

Looking at the strong men who can reach the peak, their characters are either cunning and cunning, or tenacity, or boldness, or braveness. After removing all the external things, there is only one thing in common, that is they Good luck!

Turning bad luck into good luck, turning danger into danger, jumping off a cliff, and going out to pick up a teacher...

In the above and other situations, it is all because of the help of the atmosphere, so that they can finally reach the top!

And now, it was his turn.

Whether or not he can save the day depends entirely on his next choice, which determines the future direction!

In the end, he chose the biggest rift.

If you insist on the reason, it may be that the crack is more pleasing to the eye, and the second is that the interior of this crack is close to a stable state, while the interior of the other cracks, the turbulent void is abnormally violent.

"It's right and wrong, here it is!"

Lorde silently prayed in his heart, then took a big step and stepped into the crack instantly.

next moment.

He experienced the feeling of being stuffed into a rolling washing machine, and then frantically stirred for an unknown number of times!

The terrifying suction coming from all directions seemed to tear him to pieces, the platform built by the spiritual child shattered instantly, and his whole person was like a rootless duckweed, gradually drifting away in the violent turbulent void. Go, disappear into the deep darkness!

...

I don't know how long has passed.

In the space inside the Void Turbulence, there is no sound or light, not even a spiritual child!

Lord in this space,

I don't know how long it has been floating around.

Unable to confirm the location, let alone any exit.

The spiritual pressure gradually depleted over time, and it was like a prison, trapping him here!

Powerless, can only wait to die!

Although he didn't want to admit it, he did feel hopeless.

After the initial struggle and unwillingness to roar, Lorde's mood gradually approached calm and death. It was not that he had given up hope of survival, but that he had to save all resources and find a way to get out of trouble before he died!

one day...

In the boundless darkness, Lord suddenly sensed a familiar dead silence!

That's... the breath of hell!

For a moment, Lorde did not hesitate at all, turning into a light and shadow, rushing towards the source of that breath!

He has no choice!

If he continues to stay in this boundless darkness, sooner or later he will die due to the exhaustion of his spiritual power. This is his last hope!

As for whose hell is there, it doesn't matter to him anymore, even Lucifer's hell is better than being trapped here alive!

It's getting closer, it's getting closer!

Lorde's eyes flashed with excitement.

He can clearly feel that the breath of hell is very close, not far ahead!

In the end, after exhausting all the spiritual pressure.

Lord slammed his head into the crack, and then the whole person disappeared in an instant!

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...

Here, is a barren ice field.

The bone-piercing cold wind whistled, rolling up layers of ice and snow, and huge waves whizzing past, like the waves of the sea, the whole world was shrouded in gray fog, looking out at the pinnacle-shaped glaciers and cliffs , sits like a thousand swords.

Thick snow covers the ice sheet, and you can vaguely see a black river, a huge stone bridge with an ancient atmosphere, and it is crossed on the galloping black river.

There is no trace of life here.

Even the most tenacious weeds cannot survive here, only the boundless ice field.

Cold, dead silence, is the only theme here.

But in this extreme environment, there was a figure walking on the ice field with a huge heavy object in the wind and snow.

scoff... scoff... scoff...

As the figure got closer, it could be seen that it was actually a woman, and she was dragging a huge monster with horns.

The woman was wearing broken armor covered with sword marks, long purple hair fluttering in the wind and snow, white feathers on both sides of her temples, dragging a horned monster in one hand, and a long sword dripping with blood in the other. Move forward with firm steps.

Huhuhu~

The icy cold wind whistled past, blowing up the thick snow, revealing a figure faintly.

The woman in silver armor stopped and frowned, looking at the man buried under the snow.

The man's black shirt was completely shattered, his body was covered in frozen blood, and the breathing at the tip of his nose was extremely weak.

rustle......

The man's fingers wriggled slightly, and then he opened his eyes with difficulty, and a wry smile tugged on his chapped lips.

That bastard, Randkiel, finally escaped for him!

This person is Lorde who escaped from the turbulence of the void fissure. Although he passed through the fissure smoothly, he had no means of defense after the spiritual pressure was exhausted, and he could only let the space storm raging in the middle.

It's just that this time, his luck is not bad.

Although he was severely injured by the space storm, there was still a chance for him to reach this hell successfully!

Next, just give him a period of time to replenish the spiritual pressure, and then the super-speed regeneration can be urged to repair the injury.

"Who are you?"

The woman looked at him vigilantly and asked.

"A lost man..."

Lord forcibly pulled the corner of his mouth, showing an ugly smile: "Excuse me... where is this place?"

The woman frowned, and a look of surprise flashed across her eyes: "You don't even know where this is?"

Lorde had a bitter look on his face and said, "I got lost and entered here by mistake."

"You're out of luck."

The woman was silent for a moment, and then said lightly, "This is the kingdom of the dead, Helheim."

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