Time Travel Begins with Dragon Ball

"Let's lead the way ahead!" Sun Wukong lifted Yinmeng up, his soft little hands felt very comfortable: "I don't need to do this kind of kneeling in the future..."

"Yes, please come with me!" Yinmeng replied respectfully, tapped her feet, stepped on the spiritual child in the air, and walked away into the distance...

Sun Wukong's figure flashed, and he followed her closely...

It didn't take long for Yinmeng to bring Sun Wukong to a hidden alley and stopped: "The front is the seat of the Masked Army..."

"Who is it? Outsiders are not welcome here, get out of here!" Before taking a few steps forward, a carefree cold shout suddenly came from a roof.

Sun Wukong looked for the sound, just to see a girl with golden hair and two sky braids staring at them with hostility, especially Yinmeng next to Sun Wukong, the hostility was particularly obvious.

Chapter [-] Blackmail

Of course, this hostile gaze was not directed at Yinmeng, but Yinmeng's identity, the god of death.

The clothes and the Zanpakutō at the waist are enough to explain the identity of Yinmeng.

The Masked Legion didn't want to be discovered by others so early, especially the Grim Reaper, they are now in hiding.

"Your name is Hiyori, isn't it? That name is really good..." Sun Wukong flashed and appeared beside Hiyori in an instant: "As a masked army, you should have a path to the virtual circle. channel?"

"Who are you?" The words revealed their identities, and Hiyori was instantly full of vigilance, and his tone became a little cold.

"Just ask a little, and you will know who I am!" Sun Wukong sat aside casually: "It's just that this is not what we are talking about now! You just need to answer me, yes or no..."

"The tone of your speech is very rude!" Hiyori looked at Sun Wukong with an unhappy expression: "Then it depends on whether you have such a rude strength!"

Saying that, he pulled out the Zanpakutō from his waist and slashed at Sun Wukong...

It's just that Yinmengjiao's body flashed, blocking Sun Wukong's face, holding up the Zanpakutō slashed down by Hiyori, and the shocking spiritual pressure emerged, causing Hiyori's brows to frown slightly. With a solemn look on his face: "Captain-level Reiatsu? Who are you?"

If it is the death god of Jingling Court, there is no need to find them to find the door to the virtual circle.

Yinmeng's own strength has not reached the captain level, but she has merged with the Huatian Crazy Bones that can be swollen, and has been given a real body by Sun Wukong. Now, she is already a real captain-level death god.

"Her, her name is Yinmeng. She was originally the vice-captain of the [-]th Division of Gotei, but she was kidnapped from the Soul Soul Realm by me. Now she is no longer from the Soul Soul Realm."

"Yinmeng? Nie Yinmeng? Nie Yuri's deputy of that disgusting thing?" Hiyori looked surprised: "I heard that she is a righteous soul made by Niu Yuri, how could there be a Zanpakutō, you little Come bluff me!"

Saying that, he shouted angrily and arrogantly: "Also, don't think that the captain is great, I still cut you with one knife! Cut him off, big snake!"

A powerful Reiatsu burst out from the Zanpakutō in Hiyori's hand in an instant, and the small long sword instantly turned into a large sword with a row of neatly notched edges, and it slashed down towards Yinmeng!

It's just that Yinmeng's second hand held a Zanpakutō and slashed in front of her, and a barrier composed of spiritual pressure instantly wrapped her. The Zanpakutō was thrown out of his hand and stabbed deep into the ground not far away!

"Rebound?!" Hiyori shook his numb arm with a look of astonishment. The next moment, he was furious again: "Bastard, if you don't show your power, you think I'm a sick cat!"

In the midst of shouting, Hiyori jumped, pulled out the Zanpakutō stuck on the ground, and slashed at Yinmeng again...

This time, Yinmeng didn't dodge, but took the knife with a "bang" sound...

"Let's see if you're still dead!" Hiyori looked arrogant.

However, when the smoke and dust dissipated, the large knife that slashed at Yinmeng's shoulder did not cause any damage to Yinmeng, not even a single corner of her clothes was damaged.

"This is impossible!!" Hiyori was stunned.

"..." Yinmeng didn't say a word, her delicate body flashed and stepped on the shadow of Hiyori. Hiyori's body, which she wanted to avoid, suddenly froze in place, unable to move...

The next moment, Yinmeng raised the knife and fell, and was about to slash at Hiyori's body...

"Stop!" A loud shout sounded, causing Yinmeng's Zanpakutō to stop at Hiyori's neck.

Hirako Mako appeared with all the masked troops, and looked at the Zanpakutō in Yinmeng's hand with a very serious expression: "If you step on the opponent's shadow, the attack will only be effective, otherwise, all attacks will be ineffective! It's really like Jingle Chunshui's Huatian Crazy Bones... No, this is even more terrifying than the ability of Huatian Crazy Bones. People who are trampled on the shadows can't move and can only let them attack. It's really a terrifying ability. Woolen cloth!"

"You have some eyesight!" Sun Wukong looked at Hirako Mako and sighed in admiration.

"We don't have a passage to the virtual circle, please go back!" Hirako Mako started chasing people with a serious face.

"No? But it can be created, isn't it?" Sun Wukong's face was flat: "You can all become virtual, and naturally you can open the channel to the virtual circle..."

In fact, entering the virtual circle is just a thought for Sun Wukong, and he just wanted to get acquainted with this masked army.

However, these people's attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away does not seem to be easy.

"Sorry, we don't want others to know our whereabouts for the time being, so we can't do what you said!" Hirako Mako refused.

"Can't you do it?" Sun Wukong chuckled, pulled Hiyori in front of him and pinched her throat: "In this way, can you still do it?"

"You!" Hirako Mako and the others all had anger on their faces.

"Isn't it enough?" Sun Wukong smiled again, and suddenly there was another woman in his left hand, and he pinched his throat: "So?"

"Lisa! When?!!" Hirako Mako and the others were shocked. Lisa Yazomaru was clearly by his side just now, but the next second was suddenly pinched by the other party's throat. They broke out in a cold sweat.

If people didn't arrest people just now, but gave them a sword, wouldn't they know how they died?

"I understand, but please don't hurt the two of them!" Hirako Mako sighed and compromised.With the hostage in hand, he had to agree.

"Dead bottle, what are you afraid of him doing? The big deal is a death, so hurry up and kill him!" Seeing that Hirako Mako compromised, Hiyori immediately roared furiously with a fierce look on his face.

"Shut up for me!" At this time, Hirako Mako's expression was serious and terrifying, so that Hiyori, who had been kicking him all the time, didn't dare to answer for a while.

"Can it be done?" Hirako Mako looked at a gentle-looking fat uncle beside him. This guy was the former deputy ghost priest of the thirteenth division of the Gotei Division. Is a ghost master.

"Yes, but it will take a while, and I can't guarantee that when the spiritual pressure leaks, our traces will be discovered, but I will set up a barrier to ensure this as much as possible..." Yu Zhaotian bowl Hyun nodded solemnly.

"Please!" Hearing the words, Hirako Mako let out a sigh of relief.