Chapter 471: The 99.5 Dragon Destroyed!
Falling in love with youkanshu.com, a Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman
laugh......
A wisp of white smoke curled up from the blade, and the overall carbonized charred black color, as Lord's boiling spiritual pressure subsided, gradually faded away the residual high temperature and returned to the original darkness.
"call......."
Lord's closed lips were slightly opened, and a hot air flow was exhaled from it. After a lot of sweat in the body was volatilized, it formed a looming white smoke, and the residual high temperature evaporated around.
"Lord, your hand..."
There was a hint of surprise on Michael's beautiful face. Only then did she notice that the man's right hand holding the knife was covered with cracks like blackened charcoal, as if it would shatter into scum all over the floor with a light touch. .
Obviously, maintaining the state just now requires a certain price.
This arm that was burned to charcoal was the price that Lord had to pay for his attempt to use the third-class spiritual power to control the power comparable to the residual fire sword.
This kind of similar experience only happened once when he was still weak and forced to use the power of Bing Lun Pill.
but......
This is the captain's Zanpakutō. It doesn't matter if you use other Zanpakutō with ordinary captain-level spiritual power, but it's not enough to look at in front of it.
After all, this is existence itself, and it is equivalent to the ancient Zanpakutō in the history of the Soul Society. It is not surprising that it has such destructive power, whether it is dealing with the enemy or oneself, it is the same.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't affect me."
Lord let out a sigh of relief, glanced at his right hand, and said indifferently, "It's just an arm, and it will recover soon."
Soon...to recover?
Michael was stunned for a moment, but she immediately understood the reason why Lord said this.
clack clack......
Hearing a crisp sound, Michael saw that on Lorde's arm, the scorched and hardened epidermis began to peel off piece by piece, revealing the bright red inside, brand new muscles and skin.
In almost just a few breaths, Lord's right arm, which had been charred and carbonized, had become as good as before, and even the rattling of bones could be heard when he clenched his fist.
Michael was stunned.
In his memory, human beings have never had the power to be reborn from a broken limb!
"That's it."
Lorde clenched his fist and felt the strength, and after finding that it was no different from the original, he smiled and said, "It's like this kind of small injury, it will heal quickly."
"Humans... are really amazing."
Michael was an angel after all, but he was only shocked, and soon recovered his calm, and said with a chuckle: "I originally planned to give you divine blessings, but now it seems that I don't need it."
"Let's put the blessings aside for now." Lord turned his attention to the surroundings and frowned: "We should pay more attention to why Wilbur Whatley is dead, but the summoning ceremony is still alive. conduct?"
"There is only one possibility..."
Michael thought for a moment and said solemnly: "That is, the host of the ceremony, Wilbur Whatley has not completely died, so the summoning ceremony can continue to operate!"
"Although it's hard to believe... but it's not impossible." Lorde narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly swept the complicated blood-red incantations under his feet, acquiescing to the angel's guess in his heart.
According to the experience of the previous fights, although Wilbur's individual strength is not strong, in terms of the tenacity of life, it is comparable to those cockroaches hiding in the wet sewer.
The most admirable thing about cockroaches is their exuberant vitality.
Even if the brain is cut off, it can survive for more than seven days, and the terrifying population reproduction speed is basically the same as Wilbur Whatley's feeling except for the difference in appearance.
"Is there any way you can find it?"
Lorde frowned, with a hint of impatience in his tone.
He noticed that the description of the ritual under his feet had gradually approached completeness and success. The blood-red mysterious incantation was slowly sketching out an extremely large and complex psychic ritual, which was obviously left to them. time and running out!
"I'm sorry... If I was at my peak, there might be a way to find its trace, but I can't use the Seraph Wings yet, so I can't help you." Michael's emerald green eyes dimmed A little bit, a little bit of loss was revealed in the words.
"I see, you don't need to be sorry."
Lorde was expressionless, not disappointed in his heart, and said calmly: "It seems that I can only use that trick. Although it will be a bit wasteful, it is better than letting that ghost come."
Michael's mouth opened slightly, his eyes full of curiosity.
Although she really wanted to ask now what trump cards Lord had hidden, but given the urgency of the current situation, it was not the time to ask these questions, so she suppressed her doubts and planned to see what moves he was talking about.
"This is the first time I've used it..."
Lord took a deep breath, and the Reiatsu rushed out like a rush of turbulence: "Since you have to hide in the dark, then destroy this city together, Wilbur Whatley!"
Buzz! ! !
The spirits in the atmosphere vibrated violently and were attracted like a hurricane.
The spiritual power visible to the naked eye turned into a surging torrent, roaring like an invisible hand stirring the entire sky, and finally a huge 'funnel' was formed over Lord, and the huge spiritual power gathered poured down instantly, madly poured into it. inside this man.
The huge Reiatsu that could not be expressed in words was continuously released and rushing out from his body.
A huge jet-black beam of light rose from the ground, piercing the sky like a sharp sword, and even the blood-red ritual barrier could not completely cut off this terrifying spiritual pressure. The color of the whole world seemed to be here. A moment was plundered, leaving only the endless darkness in front of him.
An energy level of this magnitude...
Michael looked a little dazed for a while. At this time, the unknown energy gathered by Lorde was even approaching her peak period infinitely!
"......"
Lorde's dazzling eyes shone like stars, raised a finger to the sky, and spit out a paragraph of vague, but invisible and coercive prayers and incantations from his mouth.
Those prayers and incantations were just recited, and they stimulated the huge spiritual power that gathered!
The entire earth is constantly collapsing downward, and the void is swept by the ripples of spiritual power, showing the fragmentation scene after the paper is folded, and the overwhelmed crisp collapse sound is like a firecracker.
The Reiki that had gathered in the air was almost liquefied.
Michael, who was in the vicinity of Lord, suddenly felt that his breathing was a little short, and the surface of the skin was as white as jade, and there were countless goose bumps, and the emerald green eyes showed deep surprise.
The long and complicated prayer and incantation finally came to an end.
"The Ninety-Five of the Destruction: The Five Dragons are Destroyed!!!"
Lord, word by word, read out the name of the highest sequence.
After the complete chant, No. 99 broke the road, and its power is enough to wipe the city from the surface. No matter where Wilbur Whatley is hiding, it is impossible to survive this blow!
Roar--
The earth-shattering dragon roar shattered thousands of miles of sky.
The surging torrent of spiritual pressure gradually solidified, turned into a ferocious and majestic dragon, and then shook straight into the clouds above the sky, roaring in the blood-red world.
The dragon-shaped body condensed from the huge spiritual pressure released unparalleled power between each turn in the clouds, causing the entire sky to tremble, setting off billowing waves that were visible to the naked eye to empty the surging waves.
The next moment, five giant dragons broke through the clouds and came straight to the ground!
