DC New Krypton.

Chapter 300
The wind rustled the leaves, and the weeds were bent.

The hair of both of them was disheveled in the air current.

Aizen smiled, and slowly stretched out his palm towards the light green saber on his waist, holding the light green handle with five fingers, and pulled the light green knife out of the scabbard.

'Zheng———'

The dragging and frictional sound of lightly pulling away from the sheath is extra obvious in the sound of only the whistling of airflow and the rustling of leaves.

Aizen seemed to want Harper to see every movement of him clearly, there was a slow, thick, calm and clear feeling when drawing the knife out of its sheath.

He had never seen anyone like Hall.

People who are so different from the general public just like myself!
Aizen has been a genius since he was born, no one can compare with himself, sometimes he feels lonely because he is such a genius.

Subconsciously, he is actively looking for people who can stand at the same height as him, friends, companions, people who can talk at the same height of his own thinking.

But he has never been able to find such an object. At certain moments, he even longs in his heart to be an ordinary god of death, to experience the rush of blood, companionship and friendship, and the fighting friendship that binds friends of life and death.

But he also clearly knew that this was just a delusion.

Because just because he knows the truth of the world and has already reached the ultimate level of death, he is really different from ordinary death.

but now.

Aizen suddenly felt that the child in front of him might be the same kind of person as himself.

Perhaps in the future, this child will be able to chat and laugh happily with himself, and make a pot of tea in a corner of the yard, enjoying the breeze, talking freely and confiding in each other.

At this moment, Aizen felt that the companion he longed for in his heart, the person walking side by side with him, might be the child in front of him.

His future can be shoulder to shoulder with himself.

Let me see if your future can be like mine.

"your name?"

Aizen completely pulled Asahi out of the scabbard, his generous face seemed harmless to humans and animals, with a smile on his mouth, with a spring-like temperament.

He held the light green hilt with his right hand, turned the tip of the knife down, and asked before starting to untie it.

"Hale."

Haier stood upright in the cool wind, and the wind blew his black hair into disorder.

The weeds on the ground were blown down by the wind and stood up again like waves, like the rolling waves.

His eyes were bright, and he looked at the famous god of death seriously.

"Hale..."

Lan Ran softly chanted Haier's name, as if wanting to engrave this name into his heart, the smile on the corner of his mouth became wider, and the hand holding the handle of the knife seemed to loosen.

"Then, please appreciate my initial interpretation."

Aizen softly groaned:
"Break it, Jinghua Shuiyue."

A slight wave of spiritual energy emanated from Aizen's sword.

In Haier's sight, Aizen's Zanpakuto affected the water molecules in the surrounding airflow, presenting a dreamy sense of weightlessness.

I don’t know how many people have eaten fungus poisoning. The psychedelic vision produced by that kind of vision is colorful and colorful. The oil painting composed of colors is like an abstract smooth and distorted vision. It is like shuttling in a psychedelic tunnel, as if seeing the whole world. reality and fantasy.

When fantasy and reality are intertwined, a magnificent visual effect is presented.

At this moment, in Haier's eyes, this is the case.

Everything around it seems to be distorted by the water molecules in the air, and the colors are infinitely richer. The whole world, along with the surrounding aura molecules, reflects amazing colors.

"My Zanpakuto is an illusion system. It can affect the surrounding air spirits, refract infinite colors, phantoms, and construct things that you can see with the naked eye. Seeing my Zanpakuto means that you have What you may see is just a phantom."

Aizen's black-rimmed glasses reflected the light, and the corners of his mouth were gentle and calm, as if he smiled confidently like an ordinary Shinigami Jiefang Shijie, explaining his Zanpakutō.

Strictly speaking, Aizen's explanation is not wrong.

His Zanpakutō is indeed of the illusion system.

It is true that you cannot believe anything you see under his influence.

But what he saw was not all aura phantoms in the air, but most likely replaced objects and people.

His Mirror Flower Water Moon does not affect the surrounding air spirits, refracting infinite colors, phantoms, and constructing what the naked eye can see.

It is to control the five senses of the enemy, so that a specific object will mistake the posture, shape, texture, touch, and taste of an object as the enemy.

That is to say, the flies can be turned into dragons in the eyes of the captives, and the swamp can be turned into flower fields in the eyes of the captives.

As long as you have seen the liberation of Kyoka Suigetsu, you will always be a captive of Kyoka Suigetsu. Once you become a prisoner of Kyoka Suigetsu forever, no matter when Aizen releases Zanpakuto, it can give him an illusion.

At this moment, Haier could no longer believe in his five senses. The sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch of this body were already under the control of Aizen.

Haier felt his body, and with the flow of spirit particles, the senses of the five senses became a little strange. This kind of strangeness was the cognition of suppressing one's own senses and being able to replace one's own senses at any time.

"So it is."

Thinking rose in Haier's eyes, and he finally understood why these gods of death looked down on him with such a low spiritual pressure.

Now no matter how finely Haier manipulated the spirits, he couldn't get rid of the influence of the mirror flower and water moon on his own body.

Because, Haier's spiritual pressure is too low, so low that there is no way to eliminate the influence of the flower in the mirror and the moon in the water.

But, among the gods of death, who can eliminate Aizen's glamor?

Captain Yamamoto, Yuhabach and other people at the top cannot be eliminated through Reiatsu, let alone his own body, this weak Reiatsu.

It is impossible to use the fine manipulation of spirit particles to eliminate the aura of Huashuiyue in one's own body.

But there is still one thing about Haier, which is better than other people who have been caught in the mirror.

Through the fineness of his own spirit son, although Haier can't eliminate the influence of the flower in the mirror, he can perceive when the flower in the mirror is activated on him, and at what moment it interferes with the senses.

Although it can't be eliminated, it can be known that he uses magic tricks.

It's completely better than other people being controlled by hypnosis without knowing what's going on.

I knew he was manipulating my five senses.

Haier smiled slightly, his thoughtful eyes drifted away, and the corners of his mouth were raised in amusement, and said:
"Isn't the ability of your Zanpakuto allow the other party to see the moment of Kyoka Shuigetsu's liberation, so that the person who has seen it will be permanently in a state of complete hypnosis.

Completely control the enemy's five senses? "

Blue Ran's smile stagnated.

(End of this chapter)