Shinigami: A Double God, Younger Brother Aizen

Hueco Mundo Zenith.

Lan Yan rose into the air, held up the flashing candle in his right hand, and gently swung it down.

That casual gesture seemed like he was not facing First Generation Kenpachi, but cutting open a melon.

tsk tsk

As the blade swung down, the Reiatsu Tianhe flowing backwards into the sky surged into Zanpakutō at the same time, and dissipated in an instant, and then the slashing blade suddenly stopped.

It seems to have been cut.

boom

The next moment.

The loud noise was like the roar of thousands of thunders, exploding in all directions, setting off a terrifying sound that overwhelmed everything.

Along with it, there was a golden slash that seemed to fall from the Tianhe River. It carried a terrifying edge that could tear apart all the tangible and intangible objects along the way. Finally, it fell on Maozhihua Eight Thousand On top of the Zanpakutō held high by the stream.

click

With just one encounter, Zanpakutō, who was eight thousand miles away from Unohana, had already retreated and was hit on his shoulder. Scarlet blood splashed out, and his body fell at the same time. The boundless desert under his feet could not bear this sharp edge and split immediately. .

Violent vibrations and sky-high dust were like an earth dragon turning over, and the desert turned into a thousand-meter-long, bottomless ravine.

And she, armed with a knife, descended rapidly along the ravine into the depths of the Hueco Mundo Desert.

I don’t know how long it fell and how deep it landed.

It seemed that the golden holy sword dropped by Lan Yan cut off the concept of time. Every second of Uzuki Flower Eight Thousand Ryu felt like years, but it was not pain, but pleasure.

The feeling of hell right in front of her and death constantly tugging at her heartstrings made her sink into it and find it difficult to extricate herself.

"Can't die."

"I will continue to fight and enjoy."

"It's such a pity that it ends like this."

Unohana Yachiryu kept yelling in his heart, even if the right hand holding the sword was pressed until the tiger's mouth collapsed, he held the back of the sword to prevent Zanpakutō from flying out, and to prevent his left hand from being torn apart by the heavenly pillar-like holy sword in front of him. A ball of blood mist appeared, but he still persisted.

It's not that I'm afraid of death, but I'm afraid that I can no longer enjoy the feeling of being torn apart by hell and death.

Maybe ten seconds, maybe ten minutes.

She suddenly felt that the hell she was facing disappeared again, and the hand of death that pleased her was also leaving.

After realizing all this, he felt extremely melancholy in his heart and Xishu was ecstatic.

because.

Survived.

This also means that I can continue to fight and enjoy the happiness I just had.

"Hoo `〃!"

Unohana Yachiru breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately she realized that the picture in her sight was being swallowed up at an alarming speed.

The light is receding and the darkness is expanding.

When everything in her sight fell into darkness, she vaguely heard a voice.

"You seem to have forgotten something."

"There are two candlelights, and the flash of light represents darkness."

"So, what are you going to do with the second blow? Uzhihua."

Above the sky.

Lan Yan's left hand holding the knife had already dropped.

"Tornado Sky."

Behind me, at some point, like a fire from the sky, the sea of ​​black flames completely covered the sky of Hueco Mundo. Just like the golden Reiatsu river just now, it instantly poured into the dark candle-yin blade in the palm.

When Zanpakutō paused, a giant black flame slash came down, and the moment it touched the desert, all the sand, along with the spirits in the air, were dragged into a black hole, twisted and shattered.

Tsk

Along with the creepy sound of cracking silk, the desert that was originally split into a straight line once again added a bottomless chasm.

The holy sword that cuts heaven and earth is drawn.

The tornado that distorts everything.

Horizontally and vertically, gullies were cut and chasms were torn out, leaving behind a bottomless cross canyon.

boom

When the Black Flame Slash completely fell, the terrifying Black Flame Reiatsu was like a volcano erupting and lava spewing out, instantly filling the cross canyon.

"Is that the end?"

After lowering two swords in succession, Lan Yan did not take any more action. Not only did he land from mid-air, but he also took back the Shikai of Zhu Yin. The dark Zhu Yin and flashing Zhu Yin in his hands dissipated together, turning back into a Zanpakutō and collecting the sword. sheath.

He landed in the depths of the cross canyon, standing at his feet. Captain Haori and Death Bazhuang were all reduced to nothing by the two swords just now, in front of Unohana Eight Thousand Ryu.

besides.

Her body, which was stained red by blood, had a ferocious incision from shoulder to heel that penetrated deep into the internal organs and revealed the organs and bones.

Lan Yan did not look at Unohana Yachiru who was not sure whether he was alive or dead. He casually took off his captain Haori and covered his body exposed to the air, then looked down at his hands.

Reiatsu, who felt that he had been improving since the past and had never stopped growing, suddenly stopped at this moment, and a trace of deep thought flashed through his eyes under the framed mirror.

His Reiatsu production capacity has always been very low, not to mention the amazing production capacity like Kidō. He can create a Kidō every ten minutes, even Kendo, no, I should say even fighting.

In one year, I have been tinkering with the Reiatsu. The rest of the time is focused on training to accumulate and improve Reiatsu, day and night.

There are no other tricks produced at all.

Lan Yan didn't care about this, after all, he had no shortage of powerful skills.

Not to mention Zanpakutō, Kendo, and White Hits, the output of just one Kidō is enough for him to use a different Kidō every day for thirty days a month.

Seeing that his Reiatsu has been focusing on training and accumulation, he is also happy to do so.

After all, round pressure is the foundation of Shinigami.

Zanpakutō.

Kidō.

kendo.

White Hits.

Shunpo.

The amount of power depends on the strength of Reiatsu.

But now?

If his soul is a bottle, then Reiatsu is water, already full and unable to improve.

This was the first time since Reiatsu learned to practice on his own that there was nothing wrong with him.

"`々 Reiatsu has reached the limit of Shinigami."

"It can't be improved any more."

"Should I use both hands to modify the soul structure, or should I use collapse pressure?

Lan Yan pondered.

Since Reiatsu doesn't live up to his expectations, he can only live up to his expectations.

fine.

Kidō created Kaidō·Shuangquan Hands for him, and he also created the Hōgyoku of Matsumoto Rangiku using the fingertips of the Soul King and Soul King Poseong.

But thinking about how awesome he was in front of Aizen, saying that he could break the boundary between Shinigami and Hollow without using Hōgyoku, he decided to use both hands!

After all, he is an elder brother, so he still needs face.

suddenly.

Lan Yan felt something touch her ankle.

He retracted his thoughts and looked at Unohana Yachiru who touched his foot with a blood-stained finger.

"Although I deliberately avoided your heart, it is difficult for you to survive (Zhao's)."

"do not move."

"Otherwise, you won't have the chance to wait until I cure you.

Lan Yan looked at Uozuka Yaqianliu who had not yet opened her eyes, or perhaps did not even have the strength to open her eyes.

"Ahem! It doesn't matter. Even if it ends here, it's still pretty good."

"I originally wanted three days, but now it seems that I overestimated myself and underestimated you. It was only two swords, which made my soul tremble.

"Sōsuke Lan Yan, you are indeed the only man in the world who can please me and make me feel good dying in your arms. This feeling is something only you can give me.

When Unohana Eight-Thousand-Ryu heard this, her weak voice showed no fear when it came to death.

In order to enjoy fighting, she learned Kaidō, but now she feels that it is not necessary at all.

Compared to the repeated battles, the feeling of being ended in an instant and being entertained by hell and death in turn made her fascinated and crazy.

Even, I want to embrace all of this directly.

Even if the price is death!