Chapter 357 You are too slow
"Eternal night, long night, come here
Show your face for a while and have a glass of wine before leaving
If you drink it, you will lose your life.
The path of the dead, flowers bloom, too
Where is the delicacy, dye it black
Split into eight, dark flames
Burn it in the dark and eat it
The rest, pale bones
Set up a tombstone to mourn for you
I hope you never want me again in the next life
Become our sacrifice..."
While Hai was speaking, the real-name monk had already waved a word, turning everything within the range black.
This area has completely become a black realm, covering even the fifteen hundred worlds in the sky.
It's dense and dark here.
Standing tall, he no longer cares about Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni who can catch him.
Compared to him, it is more important to let yourself feel more of these weird rules. Although there are only 1,500 worlds left, calculations and calculations have dropped significantly, and it is impossible to fully calculate the true name of Monk Hu for all matter. The underlying reason for going black and changing the name.
However, even if you die in the next moment, feeling this 'black' rule is a very rewarding thing.
All the colors on Hai's body were tragically dyed black. This black had a strange aura that penetrated people. Hai tried his best to calculate and calculate, but he still couldn't calculate all the causes and causes of the various basic particles composed of this black background. rule.
It is not simply a spirit child, a product of spiritual pressure.
A black bowl appeared in the hands of the monk who was called by his true name. He drank some black ink in a big gulp, continued to chant the spell, and drew a formation on the ground majesticly.
At the moment of completion, the real name-calling monk took a bow and pinned Ichimon behind his back, and spread his fingers towards Haer.
"Don't turn around Taisha Ling!"
Suddenly, this black area began to sprout black mausoleums and tombstones from the ground, extending from both sides of Hai.
Strong, tearing and disintegrating strength appeared from all the things dyed black.
He felt that his body started from the black surface and went deep into the black deconstruction inside. It was like the fastest infectious disease, starting from the skin and infecting the genetic spiral strips of this body, tearing apart all the souls. The structure disintegrates the original spirit into a more microscopic existence.
Wei stood there and savored it carefully. His body seemed to be like Thanos snapping his fingers. Black wind and sand overflowed from his body and was gradually disintegrating.
The surface of the black sphere of 1,500 worlds in the sky also overflows like black sand, revealing that it is moving, calculating, and deconstructing thinking. Some of the exposed souls seem to have condensed into a super machine. Some of the computers condensed into the most powerful brains, some turned into black hole vortexes, and some turned into galactic thoughts. Various big explosions in the universe were being simulated and repeated, and now they were revealed one by one, without the protection of the black ball, and quickly It collapsed and spread into a vast ocean of spiritual energy in the sky.
"What a terrifying ability." He Xinsheng sighed. Both of his feet had collapsed, and his whole body was like black sand. The moment they dispersed, they were pressed heavily to the ground.
He only had time to sigh, and the figure of Hao completely disintegrated and disappeared in front of the real monk.
The black ball in the sky has completely turned into black sand and dispersed with the wind, leaving behind an ocean-like spirit energy that appears in the sky and is being absorbed by the barrier and transferred to the outside world.
The real-name monk breathed a sigh of relief. The unbalanced person who suddenly appeared in the Soul Society was finally solved.
Clinging on the ground, Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni, who was dyeing the ground red, relaxed his body. Endless fatigue surged into his heart, and he began to close his eyes and fell asleep.
Outside the barrier, Unohana Retsu, Ukitake Jushiro, Shifouin Yoruichi, and Kuchiki Ginling saw that the real name-calling monk had already dealt with Haikou, and they couldn't help but relax their nervous hearts.
The child who caused the imbalance in Soul Society was finally solved. After careful calculation, Hao's record really shocked them.
Kyōraku Shunsui, Kiiganjo Kenpachi, Hirako Mako, Rokukaru Kensai, Hobashiro Juro, and Aikawa Ratake, the six squad captains were defeated instantly.
The most unbelievable thing is that Captain Yamamoto, the strongest in the Soul Society, was defeated miserably at his hands.
He can be regarded as the strongest person in Soul Society.
Everyone looked at the ocean-like spirit energy in the barrier with lingering fear.
Even if most of the spirit energy was consumed by Captain Yamamoto, even so, there is still a vast ocean of spirit energy left. This amount of spirit energy is really terrifying.
No wonder he was so arrogant. He almost wiped out the Seireitei by himself.
If it weren't for the strange ability of the Zanpakutō of the real name calling monk, it would first directly weaken half of its power and greatly reduce his computing power. Then it could not catch up with the speed at which the real name calling monk displayed his skills, and it would not have directly cracked the ability of the real name calling monk. , coupled with the fact that he is so arrogant and arrogant, if he had completely withstood the attack of the real monk, he would not have been defeated so miserably.
Aizen is looking at this place from a distance, his eyes in black-rimmed glasses are calm as usual.
No one knows it better than he does.
If it's only to this extent, how can it be worthy of being his old enemy!
Ichimaru Gin's smiling smile seemed to have never changed.
Sudden!
"He's not dead yet!" Urahara Kisuke glanced at the Gate of Hell above the Seireitei. The Gate of Hell was still there. Feeling that the barrier could no longer absorb the spirits inside, he quickly roared with a change of expression.
Outside the barrier, Unohana Retsu, Ukitake Jushiro, Shifengin Yoruichi, and Kuchiki Ginling had stern expressions on their faces.
The monk's face changed drastically when his real name was called.
Suddenly, as if the wind and clouds were changing, the vast ocean of spirit seeds left over from the fifteen hundred worlds surged and gathered together crazily, and the individual spirit seeds began to finely arrange themselves into a terrifying skeleton.
In just an instant, Hai's bones were arranged by the spirit energy. The spirit energy was fully used into his bones and began to produce blood.
"Your black transmission speed is too slow. No one can think faster than mine." The skeleton's mouth opened and closed, making a sound, saying that he could still be resurrected:
"The transmission of consciousness occurs at the speed of light. It only takes an instant for my consciousness to transfer to a certain spirit particle.
伱...It's too slow. "
On the terrifying skeleton body, internal organs began to interweave, surging blood flowed, muscles emerged, and fibers appeared.
The moment the monk, whose face changed drastically, saw Hai appear, he rushed forward with a letter in his hand and roared angrily:
"Swastika · One word in white pen!"
