Myriad Realms:Dimensional Temple

Reality has repeatedly proved that it is okay not to pretend blindly, or to show embarrassment to others, especially when you have no ability to fight back.

Before, with the support of the will of the world, Yuhabach was so vigorous that he beat Mr. Yamamoto and his gang into Muggles.

This group of people is proud and arrogant, and they are the strongest Shinigami in the millennium, and they belong to the boss of Hueco Mundo. They have never suffered such a beating.

If you, You Habach, are still as awesome as before and can rub against them, then this group of people must be able to bear the sorrow of the weak in silence.

But now, you are already useless, and you dare to be so arrogant, I really don't know what size your shoes are.

Yohbach, groove!

Yohbach, hit!

As big as sixty yards, as small as twenty-nine yards, thirty feet landed on Juhabach's body in unison.

disposal?

It's early, let's have a beating first and then talk about the problem of disposal.

"God's leg!"

“Unrecognizable feet!”

"Chicken Flying Egg Combo Kick!"

“Foshan Shadowless Foot!”

"Antelope Rider Ensemble Double Kick!"

"Instant opening, destroying rocket kick!"

A group of villains stomped on the helpless uncle tramp.

Yammy's sixty-yard foot gave Youhabach a good face shape, Urahara Kisuke's Foshan Wuying kick greeted Youhabach's lower body, and Yoruichi's rocket kick hit Youhabach's kidney with a critical blow.

The serial kicks of the thirtieth person stomped Yuhabach so much that he couldn't even make a sound. After a few minutes, everyone had fun, and Yuhabach was no longer human.

"I...you...you...you..."

Juhbach's face was sunken in the shape of a shoe sole, and there were not many good teeth left.

As soon as he spoke, a mouthful of blood and saliva splashed out, and he couldn't speak out because of the pain all over his body.

Yuhabach never thought that this group of people would beat him like hooligans.

He is still too young, Mr. Yamamoto and this wave of people have been in the Dimensional Temple for more than half a month.

Subconsciously, the integrity index of these people has dropped to a certain extent.

Especially Urahara Kisuke, a black-bellied person who has the biggest responsibility, loses the greatest morals, and puts the heaviest feet.

"Yuhabach, you villain who intends to destroy the world, you have committed a heinous crime and deserve to be executed~". "

Urahara Kisuke pulled out Honghime, the black blade glowed with white light, and slashed towards Yuhabach's neck.

However, when the blade was one centimeter away from Juhabach's neck, it suddenly stopped.

Urahara Kisuke's arm holding the knife was held by Mr. Yamamoto's big steel hand.

"Urahara Kisuke, are you trying to steal the head?"

Grandpa Yamamoto squinted his eyes at Urahara Kisuke, his muscular pectoralis major trembling to express a threat.

"How dare you be a small one, if you want this head, you can do it.

A drop of cold sweat rolled down Urahara Kisuke's forehead, and he stopped cowardly.

Ma Dan, sure enough, Jiang is still old and hot, and his act of trying to steal the head was discovered.

Yuhabach's head is definitely worth money. As a super villain strengthened by the will of the world, it must be worth tens of thousands, or even higher destiny points.

It's a pity that I can't get it in my hands.

"Hmph, the old man contributed the most in this battle. If the old man didn't try his best to delay the time, this battle would definitely be lost."

Master Yamamoto let go of Urahara Kisuke with a cold snort, and then said to everyone.

His achievements in this battle are indeed incomparable. No one can withstand the output of Yuhabach, and the others have died countless times.

"Grandpa, take it."

"Tch, I don't like it."

"Whoever loves wants whoever wants, hurry up and go home.

Although other people also want this big head, such as Baraggan who wants to become the true king of Hueco Mundo, and Yoruichi who wants to be extravagant and a salted fish in the future.

But everyone is a face-saving person, and the head of Yuhabach should be given to Mr. Yamamoto.

"In that case, Yuhabach, repent of your crimes in hell!"

Mr. Yamamoto nodded in satisfaction, thinking that these young people are still sensible.

Then he turned around and swung Ryūjin Jakka towards Yuhabach.

In the past, it was a lot of destiny points, and today's bad luck was all worth it back.

What should I do after I have a lot of destiny points?

Or, come down from the position of the captain...

It has been thousands of years. Although he is still strong, he is old after all.

Aizen's retirement life is really good. From now on, he will spend his retirement leisurely in the Dimensional Temple.

Dreaming of a better life in the future, Ryūjin Jakka saw that he was about to cut off Yuhabach's head.

Sudden.

A golden light flashed, separating Juhabach's body first.

"."This......"

Everyone just stared blankly at Youhabach's head flying up, and then dissipated together with his body as spirit particles.

Golden Reiatsu.……….

All eyes turned to King Ling, did he take the head?

Without the restraint of Yuhabach, the King of Soul is pressing back his missing arm and heart.

Seeing everyone looking at him, King Ling moved the arm he had just pressed and pointed in one direction.

Everyone followed the Spirit King's direction and saw a space door and Aizen who was drilling into it.

"Hey, good afternoon, have you had some tea?"

Aizen raised the tea bag in his hand and greeted everyone, without the slightest embarrassment of being found out for brazen head-grabbing.

(Get it) It's like passing by an apple orchard and picking an apple at random.

"Aizen, Aizen...Eri you immortal!"

Mr. Yamamoto blew up, blew up thoroughly, the most blew up since he was born.

His pension!

Let alone a pension of tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of destiny points!

"Bankai*remnant fire sword, the world is extinguished!"

Grandpa Yamamoto was like a burning angry lion, but the blade wrapped in anger failed to catch up with Aizen after all, and slashed past the closed space door.

In this way, the grand prize was snatched away by a person who did not participate.

PS: This book has one million words, it is really not easy.

On the first day of publication, there were less than 500 collections, and only 80 subscriptions on the first day of release. Who would have thought that such a book that hit the street from the beginning to the present could write a million words.

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