Uchiha's Dimensional Invasion Plan

Hikishu Kiryu retorted: "That being said, our duty is to protect the Spirit King. If we continue like this, we don't have to wait for all walks of life to die, and the Soul Realm will be destroyed. When the time comes, what should the Spirit King Palace do?"

Tianshilang of Qilin Temple looked at Monk Yan: "Boss, make up your mind. These guys have already made a real fire. If no one stops them, the Soul Realm will not be able to stop them from continuing to wreak havoc."

Monk Yan touched his big bald head, and when he was hesitating, suddenly, a special wave came into the minds of several people from the Amber Throne.

Monk Yan nodded calmly, rushed through the gates in a swish, and went to the dojo alone.

In the dojo

The fierce battle continues

Yamamoto was obviously already sweating profusely, his breath was as thick as a cow, and his face was crumbling, but he still insisted on his physique, tenaciously resisting the attacks from all directions.

The light of the knife flashed by, Yamamoto squinted his eyes, let the light of the knife pass across his chest, barely protected his vitals with the handle of the knife, slashed with the backhand blade, and waved a large ball of flames, sweeping the air, forming a huge impact The artillery hit Hirako Mako heavily.

With a bang, Mako Hirako was bombarded into the ruins like a rag doll.

Before he could climb out of the dilapidated building, a huge fireball rushed from afar and smashed straight into the hole.

Hirako Mako swung away the roaring flames with an angry face, jumped up again, swooped down from the sky, and stabbed Yamamoto.

After fighting for a long time, if you want to say who is the most aggrieved among these people, it is undoubtedly Mako Hirako.

Perhaps it was because those words were too much before, but since the battle started, Yamamoto has taken care of him meticulously.

If it weren't for the help of many people, he might have been burned to slag by now.

That's all, the key is other people's attacks, all of which are magnificent and imposing, and every time they make a move, it attracts everyone's attention and is indistinguishable from the limelight.

He is the only one, like a thief, sneaking around, sneaking around, stabbing here and there, looking extremely wretched, embarrassing and embarrassing

This is more than that, but his swastika ability can't be applied in this kind of place, and the terrible initial solution will take time to accumulate. This way, his strength can't be fully displayed, not to mention, he was constantly scolded by Yamamoto as despicable Shameless rats.

Hirako Mako had been fighting for so many years, and it was the first time she felt so aggrieved and helpless. Fortunately, the sharp left and right strikes of Lengzi just now allowed Hajime's ability to penetrate Yamamoto's whole body.

Then it's time to finish. At that time, the honor of beheading the strongest god of death in the past ten thousand years will make him the most eye-catching one in the world of corpses and souls.

All the grievances and shame in the past will become a thing of the past because of this. He will gain the admiration and admiration of countless people and become the most charismatic captain in the soul world.

The long knife turned into a streak of light, piercing through the raging fire, and piercing directly into Yamamoto's chest.

Hirako Mako stared at Yamamoto's wrist, as if he had imagined the shock at the last moment of Yamamoto who thought he would block his attack.

However, at the moment when the tip of his knife was about to touch Yamamoto, suddenly, a white light flashed, and it touched the sword on Yamamoto's chest, and it suddenly turned into a soft belt, gently touching Yamamoto's chest, Drooping in front of Yamamoto's eyes.

Seeing this, his eyes widened, and he stood there in a daze.

Not only Mako Hirako, the weapons in everyone's hands at this moment have instantly turned into belts without the slightest lethality. Even Jiu Nanbai and others who are performing the ghost way all have their mouths full of mouths, and suddenly they can't say anything. Singing language.

It's... a word!The knowledgeable Jingle Chunshui's complexion changed, he raised his head to look at the sky, and said in a solemn voice: "Monk, do you want to intervene in this matter?"

Monk Yan shook his head: "If you continue fighting like this, the Corpse Soul World will be finished. This is the meaning of the Spirit King. If you still obey the Spirit King's will, then, please stop."

Pingzi Zhenzi said angrily: "Don't even think about it, unless the old guy can reach an agreement with us, even if the Spirit King is lifted out, don't want us to stop."

Monk Yan said lightly: "Think clearly, since that woman has ruled this place, she won't just watch you destroy this place and continue to fight. I don't know if she can see your kindness, but as the leader corpse You who destroyed the soul world will definitely be severely punished."

Hearing this, everyone's eyes were fixed, and they fell into silence with uncertain expressions.

"What's the matter, brats? Is your capacity limited to this?" At this time, the exhausted Yamamoto said with disdain.

Monk Yan stared straight at Yamamoto for a few moments, and said in a deep voice: "Now, you should have understood his intentions. It is up to you to decide whether to stop or continue the fight."

Hearing this, Uzhi Huarei's complexion changed abruptly, and he pointed at Yamamoto and said angrily, "Old man, are you really planning to drag Soul Society to hell with you?"

Hirako Mako interjected in a low voice: "What hell, hell is gone, who knows where this old man wants to go."

Unozhihuali ignored Mako Hirako's interruption, and she said with a serious face: "The world of corpses and souls is your life's painstaking effort. For this reason, you have devoted countless energy over the past ten thousand years. Is it just because you failed to escape to the broken world? Is it because you don’t agree with each other, and you plan to take it and disappear into the long river of history together?”

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Monk Yan did not stay, and after handing over the matter to Yamamoto and the death gods for consideration, he returned directly to the Lingwang Palace.

Saving Yamamoto was also the spirit king's intention. It was just an excuse to say that Nine-Tailed Fox didn't want to see the world of corpses and souls perish.

Jingle Chunshui and the others understood all this, and Hirako Makoto also understood, otherwise Yamamoto would have died in that blow just now, and once Yamamoto died, everything would be over, and there would be no way to continue fighting.

Unohana's attitude was very serious, and everyone's expressions were inexplicable.

It was within their expectation that Yamamoto was unwilling to accept the change, but Yamamoto planned to drag the soul world to perish together, which was beyond their expectation.

Because no one would have imagined that Yamamoto, who single-handedly led the soul world to glory, would choose to bury thousands of years of hard work with his own hands in the end.

The collapse of belief will bring everything to destruction. Should it be said that it is indeed a pedantic antique in the world of corpses and souls?

All of this can be understood by Jingle Chunshui and others, but they cannot accept it.

Just like Mako Hirako said, Yamamoto has grown tired of watching Huahua World in the past ten thousand years, but they haven't, and they don't want to die like this, especially watching the homeland where they grew up go to destruction.

Whether it's dying with a little bit of imagination, or surrendering to others and living on, as long as there is hope, no matter who is standing in front of them, their swords will never tremble.

Although Yamamoto is the one who created all of this, he still can't make decisions for everyone. They... are not just fighting tools, they also have their own ideas.

In the face of countless angry, disappointed, sad, complicated eyes, etc., Yamamoto can't see the slightest surrender and resignation on his face, let alone remorse and frustration.

He leaned on Zanpakuto, straightened his body vigorously, looked at everyone with firm eyes and said in a deep voice, "Yes, your growth has exceeded my expectations.

But there is absolutely no compromise in the old man's dictionary. If you want to disobey the old man's will, you little devils have to step over this decayed body, otherwise...  "