The Swordsman of the Grim Reaper

Chapter 406 Aizen's End

Ichimaru Gin's swastika, the god-killing gun, was not as fast as he said to Aizen, nor was it as long as he stretched.

Just between stretching and shrinking, the knife body will turn into ashes, and then, there will be deadly poison enough to dissolve cells inside the knife.

This is the confidence that Ichimaru Gin dared to lurk beside Aizen.

But he couldn't wait for the right opportunity to do it.

Crack the mirror and the moon, and take advantage of Lan Ran's most slack.

In Ichimaru Gin's vision, only when these two conditions are met can Aizen be killed.

After spending decades, he has never been able to gather any conditions.

Shiraishi had known that Ichimaru Gin had rebellion in the back of his head, so he used his ability to help.

Aizen guessed right.

Project Yuan's skin ability is to hypnotize others. Anyone who focuses their attention on the aperture will be controlled by the electric waves released by the aperture.

Shiraishi can analyze through the Y-shaped lens and get the picture that is most beneficial to him, so as to manipulate the hypnotized person to complete that picture.

He couldn't end it himself, as that would affect the hypnotic signal.

The specific control time depends on the spiritual pressure, such as Aizen's level, half a second is already the limit state.

He chose to use it at this time, asking Ichimaru Gin to help, instead of asking Yamamoto Motoryuzai and the others to do it at the beginning. Naturally, it was a matter of vigilance.

Too strong danger will make the hypnotist instinctively produce a trace of resistance, thus reminding the hypnotist to wake up.

Yamamoto Genryuzai's damage was too strong and too straightforward, far less subtle and deadly than Ichimaru Gin, and prone to accidents.

Therefore, Shiraishi's original plan was to use the skin ability of the soul lotus to kill Aizen.

Who would have thought that Yamamoto Genryuzai and the others collapsed so quickly, and he was forced by Aizen to have no choice but to adapt to the situation, choose the skin of Yuan Plan, let Ichimaru Gin act as a helper, and try to see the result.

Facts have proved that Ichimaru Gin's 卍jieyin person is really strong and unsolvable.

"Shoot him, God kills the gun."

The blade remaining in the heart turned into ashes, releasing deadly poison, Aizen's body cells dissolved, heart and lungs, part of the internal ribs, etc., all disappeared.

Even the shoulder of the left arm dissolves, revealing a very large hole.

With such a fatal injury, even Aizen couldn't help being in a trance, which delayed the healing a little.

Ichimaru Gin frowned slightly, isn't Bengyu there?

Shiraishi directly turned into the messenger of the night, wielding orange karmic fire, burning the dissolved wound, preventing it from healing again.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Lan Ran let out a roar, aware of the fatal crisis, the torrential spiritual pressure poured out, and a beam of light penetrated the world.

Ichimaru Gin couldn't even get close.

Shiraishi forcibly resisted the substantive spiritual pressure, and even his black-gold skin began to crack. There was only one thought in his heart, he couldn't let this opportunity go!

Once Aizen recovers again, the difficulty will be doubled, and the solution of this swastika is always a mystery.

Baishi swung one knife after another, and the covering karmic fire sliced ​​Aizen into several pieces, even his head was hacked hundreds of times.

Blood splattered.

The orange karma is burning, and the human-shaped Aizen can no longer be seen, and the spiritual pressure is still continuing to coerce outward.

"Die to me!!" Baishi yelled loudly, don't you want to be so fucking tenacious!

Wave after wave of karmic fire steadily burned Aizen's soul and body, no, it was more accurate to say it was a piece of meat.

The severe pain made Aizen unable to think. Relying on the spiritual pressure of instinct to vent, he couldn't hold it for too long, and it began to weaken, and the roar gradually stopped.

Baishi swung the knife faster and faster, the pieces of meat decreased and turned into minced meat, and then, even a little bit of minced meat was burnt, and disappeared into the world together with the faint trace of spiritual pressure.

"Ha, ha." He panted heavily, sweat dripped from his forehead, he felt it carefully, and made sure that there was no Aizen's spiritual pressure, but he was still a little uncertain and said, "Is that guy dead?"

"Even if it is him, it is impossible to live in such a situation."

Ichimaru silver is sure.

"Huh, dead... Fuck."

Baishi slapped his forehead with his hand, he was really dizzy, his mind was full of thinking about killing Aizen just now, and he forgot a very important thing.

hell!

Does Aizen meet the conditions to go to hell?
He is not sure, Aizen is not a god of death, not void, not a human being, not a Quincy master, but an existence like the spirit king.

God knows if that one will be extradited to hell.

If it was resurrected, Baishi felt a headache when he thought about it, that guy might not want to become the king of hell.

"Hey, forget it, let's talk about the future."

Shiraishi scratched his head, decided not to think about those problems, and asked Urahara Ki to help them worry about whether Aizen would make a comeback.

He still cares about the people he should care about.

The spread of spiritual perception just now allowed him to capture the location of Uno Hanaretsu, and use the front step to rush over.

……

This is the bedroom of a certain woman, with beautiful clothes hanging in the large open wardrobe.

Unohana struggled to put on the dress. Not only was it difficult to wear clothes with one arm, but the size of the dress was also a bit small.

The height is close, that is, the size of the chest does not match, and the original owner is likely to have a flat chest.

It made her chest tight, and it seemed that even bending down could cause her chest to crack.

She didn't have time to continue to pick and choose. The spiritual pressure that Aizen broke out just now proved that the battle was fierce.

Now calm down, Uzhi Hualie just wanted to go to the scene to see the situation as soon as possible, and moved his left hand back, forcing the zipper on the back, "Hmm."

She looked at the blue fabric that was about to crack in the mirror, turned around, and a slight wind blew head-on.

The sun was shining outside the window, her thin lips were thinned by the wind, her brows overflowed with watery tenderness, "You won?"

"Ah."

Bai Shi pretended that he had never kissed, "Come with me."

He reached out and grabbed her right hand, wanting to get out of here.

Uozhihua bluntly said to him: "Don't make trouble, now is not the time to do that kind of thing, I will reward you later."

"...Where do you want to go?"

Baishi complained, "I asked you to save people."

While speaking, he didn't stay here, but grabbed his soft wrist and went out. The flowers of Maozhi were as strong as fallen leaves blowing with the wind, and followed him to a dilapidated hall.

It's very dark in here.

There were cracks in the ceiling, and stones larger than the house fell to the ground, forming ruins that obstructed people's sight.

A cry echoed in the air, like a wronged soul, "Master Nilu, wake up."

Baishi waved the knife casually, slashing and smashing all the stones in the way, revealing the blocked figure inside.

Unohana looked forward, and there was a woman leaning against a pile of broken stones. Blood gushed out from the wound that almost tore her upper body, and flowed all over the floor.

The long lake-green hair was also stained with dust and blood, losing its former shine.

A blond Pomian and a black-haired Pomian surrounded each other, crying very sadly.

"Lie, save Nilu quickly, she is my good friend."

Shiraishi urged anxiously, and said very dissatisfied: "That guy Saraki really didn't do anything lightly or seriously."

"You guys are really good friends. I don't have a hand on my side, and I don't see you caring."

Uozhihua strongly reprimanded him for his actions, but he still walked towards there.

Her belief is that even defeated enemies should be healed, only to be imprisoned afterwards.

Baishi was taken aback, and hurriedly explained for himself: "There is Inoue there, I believe she can help you restore your arm, so I didn't talk too much."

"Hey, stop for me!"

Peixue jumped out to interrupt the conversation between the two, pulled out the Zanpakuto, and said murderously: "If you want to kill Nilu, you must first step on my corpse."

Uozhihualie stopped and said with a serious face, "If she doesn't get medical treatment, she will die here.

Do you trust me and let her live, or keep your prejudice against death and let her die? "

Peixue was stunned, knelt down silkily, kowtowed and said, "Please save Nilu."

"Me too." Don De Chaka also knelt down.

They are Nelliel's subordinates, but it is not a simple superior-subordinate relationship, but they regard each other as family members.

As long as Nelliel can be saved, it's fine to make them kneel down and lick their enemies' feet for forgiveness.

"I will save her."

Uo no Hana Lie walked to Nelliel's side in an instant, squatted down, and inspected the hideous wound. The remaining Reiatsu was overbearing, but it did not hurt the heart.

Zaraki Kenpachi still kept one hand.

Unozhihualie sighed softly in his heart, it is probably impossible for the other party to return to the mentality of his youth.

If it was that boy back then, he wouldn't care whether the enemy was a man or a woman, and would only use the most brutal method to kill him with one blow.

Thinking about these trifles, Unohana put her hands on the wound, and the green light of Huidao was released from her palms, and began to heal, first stabilizing Nelliel's weak Reiatsu, so as not to continue to fall to the point of no help.

"Master Nilu." Peixue noticed that her spiritual pressure had stabilized, and quickly knelt on the ground, kowtowed: "Thank you, I am willing to lick Your Excellency's feet in return!"

"Do you still want a reward?"

Baishi kicked back Peixue who wanted to go forward silkily.

Peixue quickly covered her bleeding nose, and said angrily, "What reward, I'm going to kneel and lick with the dignity of sacrificing a man.

Wait, you're with her, then let me lick you! "

"Get lost." Baishi kicked the trickster away again.

"Quiet me! I need to concentrate!"

Uzhihua reprimanded, Peixue didn't continue to use his special brain circuit, and sat on the ground with Dongde Chaka, motionless, for fear of affecting the treatment of Nilu.

Unohana's eyes shifted to Shiraishi, "Don't stand here, do what you should do."

"Hmm... what's the matter?" Baishi nodded subconsciously, and thought about it again, not knowing what he should do.

Mao Zhihualie said in a bad mood: "The temples can be ignored, there are millions of Pomian troops below, and those Pomian troops cannot be eliminated or incorporated by the Quincy."

"Oh, I see," Baishi recalled, there was a Scrambler Legion below.

Aizen's defeat does not mean the end of the battle, how to deal with the aftermath is also a problem.

(End of this chapter)