People in Soul Society start with love and bondage

At that moment, Tsunayashiro Shogo finally understood the difference between the so-called ‘top’ and ‘top’.

It seemed to him that he was about to stretch his spiritual body to bursting, and the terrifying spiritual pressure that he could not control in detail was in the hands of Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, like an arm and a finger, tempered and solidified to the extreme.

Almost at the moment he was hit, the powerful senses brought by the Soul King’s Bone allowed him to clearly feel the shock of every inch of his body being completely decomposed by the terrifying force that was like crushing.

Just one punch.

He has clearly understood this terrifying gap.

The distance between them in terms of strength is indeed like a cloud of mud. but.

Tsunayashiro Shogo was still trying hard to get up from the ground.

The traces of spider webs on the surface of the decaying body were like ice cracks. Under the infusion of spiritual power that still had no end in sight, the Bones of the Spiritual King continued to recover, helping him piece together and close the fragile body bit by bit. Until it returns to its original state.

No, even become younger and plumper

“Click, click——”

Large tracts of porcelain-like dead skin kept falling off Tsunayashiro Shogo’s body, revealing the fair skin underneath.

The bones of the Spirit King that were originally just embedded in his body now glowed with a subtle brilliance.

The lines around the crystal bones continued to expand and contract, as if sucking the power within, supplying it to Tsunayashiro Shogo’s broken body, supporting him to continue to stand up.

“oh”

“Can you still stand up?”

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni lowered his head and looked at him

“Or is it that, because of the Soul King’s Bone, you have become a person with a physique that will not die as long as a little bit of residue is left in your body?”

He said this, walking slowly towards Tsunayashiro Shogo.

There was no fluctuation in his voice.

“Yamamoto.”

Tsunayashiro’s voice became hoarse and dull:

“I approve of you.”

Old man Shan sneered and said solemnly:”What use is the recognition of the weak to the strong?”

Tsunayashiro Shogo did not continue to respond.

He stood there, raised the cold blade in his hand, pointed at Yamamoto, and recited in a low voice:

“Drink from all over the world and occupy the ends of the earth. Everything is gone, overwriting and cutting——Yanluo Jingdian!”

When his words fell, nothing around him had changed. Only the shape of the blade had changed slightly.

Tsunayashiro Shogo raised his head.

As time passed, his old face, which was originally full of folds, had recovered. As a middle-aged man, he looks almost exactly like Tsunayashiro Ogata, quite resolute and decisive.

“original”

“I wouldn’t want to use this knife if the situation warranted it”

“You know what, Yamamoto?”

“Those who guard the Soul Palace will not die as long as they can endure loneliness.”

“Five years, ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years!”

“As long as you want to live, no matter how long it takes.”

Tsunayashiro Shogo said as he slowly walked towards him.

As soon as he took a step forward, more and more dead skin fell off his body. The previously shriveled body was broken open, revealing a young body that became stronger inside..

The bones of the Spirit King are still shining with light.

Tsunayashiro’s voice becomes calmer:”Those guys, after boarding the Soul King Palace, the bones of their whole bodies will be rebuilt by the power of the Soul King, and their lives will also be linked to the spirits around the palace. Meridians become one, immortal”

“only…If they leave the”upper realm” with a very high concentration of spirit particles for a long time, they will have difficulty moving due to the lack of spirit particles. Therefore, the time they can stay and fight in the”lower realm” is actually quite short.”

“In the two sentences I just said, there is something that makes each of them completely surpass the”limit” of the God of Death….secret”

“That is – using the power of the Spiritual King as a medium to connect the body with the spiritual veins of the world”

“For this reason, the Tsunayashiro clan has studied for countless years and tried every means to imitate this technique, but in the end they only got a semi-finished product.”

“Using the bones of the Spiritual King as a medium, it briefly connects individuals to the valley, and connects all souls, creatures, and spirits living in it…….Take it all for your own use”

“…Yamamoto.”

Old man Shan narrowed his eyes, as if he vaguely sensed some dangerous aura, and subconsciously stopped in his tracks.

As the god of death, he has been practicing at the pinnacle of existence for countless years. Naturally, he also has a certain knowledge of the method of ‘surpassing the god of death’. Study, even vaguely touch…Block the heavy bottleneck before that.

Therefore, he instantly realized the danger of Tsunayashiro now.

The next second.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and made a move towards the back.

Ryūren Wakahuo suddenly seemed to be pulled by some invisible force, spinning at high speed in mid-air, and flew into Yamamoto’s hand.

Tsunayashiro Shogo looked up at him and said in a steady voice:

“This is my trump card.”

Almost the moment his voice fell, Tsunayashiro Shogo’s voice suddenly rose higher and he roared:

“Fubohara——！”

“Um?!”

The moment Yan Yuan Jinle behind him heard the name, his eyes widened suddenly.

The blade in Tsunayashiro’s hand suddenly swung down, with a layer of vague spatial fluctuations wrapped around the blade surface, and he suddenly moved towards Yamamoto’s Sweeping in the direction, the earth was completely cut.

At this time, Yamamoto had just caught the handle of the knife, picked up the scabbard like a stick, and slashed in the direction of the space blade, tearing it apart with a whistling sound..

However, the moment he caught the space blade, Yuan Liuzhai seemed to have noticed something. He quickly dodged to the side and ordered behind him:

“Disperse!”

While others retreated one after another, only Yan Yuanjinle strode forward and blocked him with his sword.

“Fuboyuan·Xumi Mountain!”

He drew a horizontal line in the air, and in the originally large twisted air, a dark door suddenly appeared, blocking Yan Yuan Jinle like a shield. The space door that fell from Tsunayashiro’s hand. The blade collided with the pitch-black hollow, emitting waves of astonishing fluctuations from nowhere, as if a small piece of the world in front of everyone showed some kind of distorted shape.

Yan Yuan Jinle also noticed the problem, and suddenly came out of the black gate. He stepped back to avoid it.

Less than half a second after he retreated, he saw the air in front of him suddenly ‘bloom’, forming twisted cracks in mid-air, engulfing the grass and soil.

Yan Yuan raised his head and looked at Tsunayashiro.

There was a bit of disbelief in his eyes.

This space blade was actually more powerful than what he used in person.

【Hi!】

【Yan Yuan’s knife is so useful in other people’s hands】

【Isn’t this a kind of NTR? ]

Xiao Po Dao was sitting in the audience, eating melon very safely.

The surrounding tourist army was almost completely killed at this time, leaving only a few scattered ones who had not yet received a last-ditch attack.

However, neither Fujimiya Makoto nor the other remaining teachers had any intention of getting involved in the previous battle.

The gap is too big.

Makoto Fujimiya looked at the scene in front of him and secretly clenched his fists.

Actually, it’s not just him.

Even those teachers are now just spectators.

Everyone can clearly feel that at this time, the spiritual pressure in Tsunayashiro Shogo’s body has risen to an extremely terrifying level.

“Everything is reduced to ashes!”

Yamamoto pulled out the sword in his hand and shouted violently. The spiritual pressure in his body shot up to the sky like a waterfall flowing backwards:

“The blade is like fire!”

No matter how much he disdains the other party’s method of forcibly relying on external objects to enhance his strength, Yamamoto should get serious.

As for immortality?

Can it continue to exist even if it is burned to ashes?

A joke!

The simple fire-burning blade of the standard is suddenly posing. , the blazing flames were suddenly ignited like a torch. Yamamoto stepped on the ground, and his figure suddenly turned into a shadow that broke through the limitations of space, and appeared in front of Tsunayashiro Shogo very suddenly. The blazing blade suddenly swung down.

“Fuboyuan·Xumi Mountain!”

Tsunayashiro Shogo’s blade passed across and waved a dark space curve in front of him.

The moment the flames roared and filled the distorted time and space, his figure suddenly flashed to the side and waved in the direction of Yamamoto. Knife, countless space blades slashed in his direction, like layers of fine and sharp nets.

Suddenly, Yamamoto’s figure was covered by countless knife lights, and was sliced into pieces.

Tsunayashiro Shogo’s eyes flashed slightly, as if he realized something immediately, and turned his head to his side subconsciously.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Yamamoto’s strong figure appeared.

What was cut by the blade in the distance was just that he faded away clothes

「Shunpo·Song Chan”

Tsunayashiro Shogo’s eyes suddenly widened in anger, and he subconsciously wanted to swing out the blade in his hand, using the curved surface of space as a resistance again.

But before he could raise his wrist.

Yamamoto has already made a gesture of drawing his sword

“Fu Zhan·Song Ming.”

The moment the words fell, Tsunayashiro Shogo’s field of vision suddenly lit up with a flash of fire. The sky and the earth seemed to be connected with a line, suddenly lighting up the shadows.

The Zanpakutō falling from top to bottom, from his The shoulder was slashed in.

Flames sprayed like blooming petals, continuously rushing out from his wounds and seven orifices, as if his whole body would be burned into a ball of coke in an instant.

But even so, Yamamoto’s sword light Still didn’t stop.

In the blink of an eye, the charred ashes in front of him were torn into seven or eight pieces.

The raging flames shot straight into the sky, and a sheet of scorching black smoke rose from the earth.

“Have you done it?”

Fujimiya Makoto subconsciously made a sound.

However, as soon as the words came out, he was fiercely complained by Xiao Po Dao.

【He may have been killed just now, but as soon as Fujimiya’s classic lines are spoken, he will definitely not die!】

【Besides, this is the law of smoke and no harm! 】

as expected.

The sound of the small broken knife had just fallen.

A corpse of the”Yuyoujun” lying not far from Fujinomiya Makoto suddenly began to twitch violently.

A chain of cause and effect stretched out from the void and suddenly connected to his chest.

The corpse immediately began to twitch violently like a living thing.

“Ah, ah ah ah——”

The next moment, his ‘corpse’ immediately twitched and turned into a blazing torch.

Fujimiya Makoto suddenly widened his eyes.

“What’s going on?”

However, before Fujimiya Makoto could figure it out, he heard a burst of low laughter from the flames.

“snort…Hehe hehe hahaha!”

Tsunayashiro Shogo’s shadow slowly stood up from the center of the flames. He once again held the Yanluo Jingdian in his hand, and walked out as if he ignored the surrounding fire scene. The surrounding flames actually parted obediently, just like Moses parting the sea.

The old man Shan looked up in shock. Looking into the center of the flame

“Still can’t understand? Yamamoto.”

Tsunayadai Shogo stepped out, but his voice became more and more exciting.

“That’s what the so-called immortality is.”

“Even if it turns into ashes, it can’t be stopped”

“With the support of the Bone of the Spiritual King, my power will become endless, but you will only continue to consume power and continue to decline.”

“And because this body and soul will continue to be reshaped by the bones of the Spirit King, I will become stronger every time I die.”

He said loudly, reaching out to lift up his long mottled black and white hair, revealing a arrogant face of about thirty or forty years old, with the deep wrinkles completely gone. Tsunayashiro

Shogo Waving the blade, the blazing fire on the grassland was transformed into nothingness by this invisible force. The bones of the Spirit King embedded in his chest became more and more dazzling, and one after another more surging spiritual pressure continued to erupt. Come out.

He looked forward and his voice was low, like the judgment of heaven:

“Be desperate! Yamamoto Shigekuni!”……