Chapter 412: The Second Enrollment

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Soul World, Seo Ling Ting.

The azure blue sky is cloudless, as clear and transparent as a flawless jasper, and the warm gentle wind brings a little warmth, blowing away a few thin wispy clouds, and the whole world is immersed in a dream-like beauty. middle.

After several transformations, the current corpse soul world is no longer what it used to be.

With the efforts of the two directors of the Technology Development Bureau, namely Urahara Kisuke and Nie Yinmeng, the murderous stone was successfully produced, and along the way, the real fence was built, as well as the four major terrestrial gates in the east, west, north and south, and four were dispatched. Guarded by a tall giant.

In addition to this, there are many buildings in Seorei-tei, including the building of the Gotei Thirteen Team.

After a period of deliberation, the team has created a total of nearly 1,000 Shinigami, who are divided into tasks according to the responsibilities of their respective squads, and sent to various parts of the world through a stable break, making the originally empty and clean Seiringei suddenly change. Gotta be lively.

With the continuous introduction of wandering souls in the world, the corpse soul world has become more and more prosperous.

Countless souls waiting to be reborn are scattered in the various areas of Ryuhun Street radiating in all directions with Seorei Tei as the center, according to the severity of the crimes committed during their lifetimes.

But today is a very special day.

Most of the souls that were scattered in various areas were gathered in front of Seoreimon.

There is no racial distinction here, no distinction between noble and lowly, all souls are treated equally, and there is no longer any estrangement in life. They gather together and talk in a low voice, just like a scene of paradise on earth.

A middle-aged bald man squeezed into the crowd, pricking up his ears curiously to listen carefully to what they were saying.

"It's almost noon, why haven't you come out yet?" A sturdy white man looked anxious, staring at the gate nervously, rubbing his hands uneasily, as if waiting for something.

"It's coming soon, don't be in such a hurry, be patient." The black companion next to him advised: "Even if you are in a hurry, it's useless. When you come out, don't you want to see people's faces?"

The middle-aged bald man leaned over curiously and interrupted the conversation between the two: "Hello, my name is Phil Coulson, it's not long since I came to Soul Society, what's the matter with you gathering here? ?"

The bald man is Colson,

He was personally led to the Soul World by Lord, and because he was going through the 'back door', he was assigned to the area closest to the Seirei Garden.

At first, Coulson was a little uncomfortable, unable to accept the fact that he was dead.

But after he saw the magnificent and magnificent white wall, and with the advice and help of the good souls around him, he gradually accepted and got used to it after living for a few days, and planned to wait for his rebirth in peace.

At this time, seeing so many people gathered outside Seolingmen, he couldn't sit still because of the character of Agent Coulson, so he ran out to inquire about the information.

"I'm Powell, he's Greed." The black man was very forthright, and he did not crowd out Coulson. After introducing himself and his friends, he said, "Today is the admissions day of the True Spirit Academy, and we are waiting for the academy. people come over."

"True Central Academy of Spiritual Arts?" Coulson was confused.

"It's the academy responsible for training the God of Death. As long as you can pass the test and join the True Spiritual Art Academy, you will have the opportunity to become a God of Death in the future, and then you don't have to stay in this shitty place and live inside that white wall!" Powell explained patiently.

Coulson was shocked when he heard the words, his eyes widened: "The Academy of Training Death?!"

"That's right, if you want to leave Liuhun Street and walk into the Seiring Garden inside the white wall, there is only one way." Powell licked his lips, his eyes showing excitement, and said, "My uncle's nephew's My neighbor, who passed the test last year, became a student of the True Spiritual Art Institute, and lived in the Seirei Garden."

"Powell, stop chatting, look over there, the Seirei Gate is open!" Greed shouted excitedly, beckoning his companions to take a look.

In an instant, the originally noisy crowd became quiet at the same time.

Everyone stretched their necks diligently, and their eager eyes were focused on the slowly opening Seoring Gate.

Coulson was no exception. He suppressed the surprise in his heart and tried his best to see through the gap between the crowds and saw a little bit of the scene behind the Seorei Gate. It was an environment completely different from Liuhun Street.

The undulating mountains and the roads paved with green grasses, the buildings on the street are neat and orderly, the light-colored walls and roof tiles are paved together, and several huge palaces can be seen in the distance. Compared with the street outside, it is like a refugee den.

Now, Coulson finally understands why these people want to go to Seiringei with their heads out.

Seiroi Tei is like New York, and Ryuuji is like Mexico.

The same is that both have a high wall, but the difference is that now the status is changed by the Americans.

I don't know if there are Mexicans here. If there are, they may laugh loudly at the Americans. They have always been high above, but now they will be reduced to being treated outside by high walls.

There was a bit of bitterness on the corner of Coulson's lips, and he shook his head slightly self-deprecatingly, and sighed lightly: "I didn't expect that one day, the people who were stopped by the high wall would become us. It turns out that even in hell, there are still people. high and low."

"Come, here they come!"

"I saw it, it's the students of the Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy, and they are the ones leading the team this time!"

Three men and a woman in white plain clothes walked out of the Seirei Gate together, causing a commotion in the crowd.

Experienced people are already lined up. After suffering the loss last time, no one dares to underestimate these people, even if they are not the god of death now, they are just preparing to become the students of the god of death.

Coulson's eyesight was especially sharp, and he noticed the difference at once.

Although the three of them were dressed in the same clothes, they were all students of the True Central Spiritual Arts Academy, but the two men deliberately trailed the girl by half a step while walking, and in their demeanor, they seemed to be very respectful to the young girl.

And on the girl's waist was a genuine samurai sword.

Coulson, who had been in close contact with Lorde several times, recognized it almost at a glance. The weapon on the girl's waist was a Zanpakutō.

Zanpakutō is equivalent to the symbol of every death god, and this sword undoubtedly explains from the side why the status of girls is so high.

She is a god of death!

Some of them had attended the last admission, so they had already recognized this girl.

She is the old man of the Qingshan clan, the genius who accepted her as a student in person, and the spiritual pressure test was an astonishing sixth-rank!

"Sister Chen, do you want to start now?"

A white male student took a slight step closer, lowered his head and asked cautiously.

"Um~ let's start."

Chen Wei nodded slightly, pressed his hand lightly on his waist, and said softly, "I have two junior brothers to work on. If there is a riot, I will be responsible for suppressing it."

The two male students never took their eyes off the knife, with a hint of envy flashing in their eyes from time to time, and finally retracted their eyes reluctantly, turned to face the dark crowd, and said loudly: "The second enrollment of Zhenyang Academy of Spiritual Arts, now Officially begin!"

Admissions tests are fast and weed out faster.

Everyone only needs to go forward and press their hands on the crystal ball, and then the two students will judge whether the person's Reiatsu is qualified or not through the level of light.

Soon it was Coulson's turn. Among the more than 100 people before that, only three or four qualified.

Coulson was full of anxiety, walked to the front of the crystal ball, pressed his hand on it, and waited for the result of his verdict.

The light from the crystal ball is not big, but it is enough to illuminate the extremely faces of the people around.

"Eighth-level spiritual pressure, qualified."

The male student raised his head and showed a smile: "Welcome, you can join the True Spirit Academy."