Please ask the dream

"I didn't expect this kid to be able to skillfully use the power of nightmare in his body. Did I use too much force?"

The third generation looked at Feng Xue, who was a little dull for a while, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart, but the next moment, new power burst out from Feng Xue's body.

"Oh, are there any other tricks?" Sandai narrowed his eyes, and on the covered sky, little stars penetrated the dark clouds and fell on Feng Xue's body.

The blood-colored flames began to burn, and the rainwater was turned into steam by the high temperature. The red and white were coated with a layer of golden light from the stars.

"Has the power of nightmare...has been developed to this extent? But, can it be controlled?" The third generation knew that Feng Xue had the power of nightmare from the beginning, or in other words, it was precisely because he felt the power of nightmare. Only with strength, he would adopt Feng Xue.

Although it was a nightmare, the power was extremely harmonious with Feng Xue's own. This also made the third generation, who had just been injured and was not in a hurry to choose a successor, start to do some research.

However, the situation deteriorated later, and this innate nightmare power was ultimately different from the nightmare attached to his mental flaw, so he finally decided to pass on the power.

However, what Feng Xue is showing now is in a completely different state from that kind of "fusion". It is more like he discovered the specialness of this power through exploration and embodied it as a weapon.

The previous weapon that was involved in the formation of his G·I particles was called utilization, so the current one should probably be called...

liberation?

Feeling the violent aura, Sandai's eyes were slightly solemn. At this time, Feng Xue had turned into a nightmare, but the performance of the G·I particles was no different from before, and even purer!

"Don't be contaminated!" Although it didn't seem like it, the third generation still muttered in his heart, and immediately braced himself to prepare for the extremely high-risk offensive from his adopted son.

But at this time, Feng Xue only felt hot and hot all over his body. The burning feeling from the inside out made him feel as if his thoughts were boiling.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Feng Xue asked loudly in her heart, but the emotionless reverberation sound said matter-of-factly:

"Let you understand what fighting is."

As he spoke, Feng Xue felt that his body was moving uncontrollably, and the originally smooth mirror armor began to become ferocious and sharp.

Bloody flames and white steam danced under the golden light. At this moment, it seemed as if time had stopped.

"The speed is good!" Sandai's voice sounded in his mind, and Feng Xue was shocked to find that he could actually fight in close combat with his old man!

But a few seconds ago, he was completely blown away in terms of speed!

"So your purity is too low! You think too much! A fight is a fight, don't think about the things you have and don't have, put all your imagination on winning! Once the tricks are cracked, just figure it out If you can't keep up with stronger moves, just imagine yourself as a faster person. You think about everything, but you just forget one thing! The most important thing in fighting is to win!"

The sound is getting louder and louder, and the load on the body is getting higher and higher. Even the wind-shaped element-like body is gradually unable to keep up with the speed of consciousness. But the moment the body collapses, the reinforcement from the Utopia is invoked, and even Before the collapsed arm disappeared, a new arm appeared in the process of punching!

From the beginning, Sandai could deal with it with one hand, but now he needed both hands to perform tricks. The speed of the two continued to increase, but a strange thought came into Feng Xue's mind -

"Next, you won't want to talk to me about the relationship between the king and the mount, right?"

"Oh, you can pull it off if you want, but do you want me to turn into a knife? Or into a mask?" The voice still maintained an emotionless tone, but Feng Xue felt a hint of ridicule inexplicably.

He thought about King Huang's words before, and said with a blessed heart:

"It doesn't matter anything, as long as you can win!"

"Don't you understand this very well?"

After the words fell, his body regained control again, but this moment of delay caused the third generation's fist to hit him hard in the face!

The whole person flew out again, but the third generation looked at his hands inexplicably and said speechlessly:

"It won't work so soon? Although it's a trick, it can last for three minutes, right?"

"I just think the mad dog-like style of play is a bit ugly." After regaining the initiative, Feng Xue savored the brief state before and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

The third generation listened to his words, but felt slightly certain in his heart. Although it sounded a bit strange, it at least showed that this brat was not contaminated by the power of nightmares.

During the conversation, the ferocious mirror armor on his body suddenly seemed to evaporate, incorporating the steam that had not completely dissipated, and finally condensed into a mask in Feng Xue's palm.

"Would it be better to call it the Return of the Blade? Or the Perfect Jinchuuriki? Or the Swastika? Awakening of Ability?"

Muttering about naming, Feng Xue covered his face with the mask——

"Come, King in Yellow!"

The steam condensation, the falling rain rising, the bone-white mask, the bright yellow robe, and the twisted and ferocious amorphous tentacle-like G·I force field made the third generation subconsciously want to punch it with all his strength, but "in front of him" The thought that this is his own cub finally made him slow down for a moment, and then he noticed that this brat did not completely turn into a nightmare, but had the power of nightmare... worn on his body!

As the power of the golden finger was fully unfolded, Feng Xue finally realized that perhaps from the beginning, there was no Yellow King at all. The one who had been communicating with him was actually himself, or rather, he took it for granted that "since it is a Jinchūriki, the sealed object must be able to communicate", and then constructed a virtual personality.

"I really feel awkward to construct a consciousness to chat with myself and give myself a reward that I can actually use from the beginning! But from another perspective, isn't this a Zanpakutō?"

At this point, his arm stretched out from under the yellow robe, and the G·I particles obediently turned into a long sword. He looked at the third generation through the hole in the mask, and at this moment, the robe suddenly fluttered like a cloak.

"Sitting and forgetting to become a mortal, dreaming of butterflies to find the cause, a pillow of yellow millet waiting for the dawn--"

"Bankai·Lord of the Deep Space Star Sea Banquet!"

The golden words were splashed behind him, and the next moment, he had come to the front of the third generation--

"Old man, it's time to show your real skills!"

"That depends on you!" The old man flicked his finger to flick away the sword in Feng Xue's hand, clenched his left fist, and smashed hard at the mask that looked like a white bone carving.

Although he knew that it was the structure created by his own kid, this shape made him very unhappy!

So...

"Tear it down first!"