Please ask the dream.

Chapter 636: Bankai or Kihen, that is the question
"I didn't expect this kid to be able to skillfully use the nightmare power in his body. Am I using too much force?"

The third generation looked at Feng Xue, who was a little dazed for a moment, and couldn't help muttering to himself, but the next moment, new power burst out from Feng Xue's body.

"Oh, another trick?" The third generation narrowed his eyes. On the obscured sky, bits of starlight penetrated the dark clouds and sprinkled on Feng Xue.

The blood-red flames began to burn, and the rain was turned into steam by the high temperature. The red and white were coated with a layer of golden light from the stars.

"The power of nightmare... has it been developed to this extent? But can it be controlled?" The third generation knew from the beginning that Feng Xue possessed the power of nightmare. Or rather, it was because he felt the power of nightmare that he adopted Feng Xue.

Although it was a nightmare, that power was integrated harmoniously with Feng Xue himself. This also made the third generation, who had just been injured and had not yet rushed to choose a successor, start to study it.

But later the situation worsened, and this innate nightmare power was different from the nightmare attached to his mental flaws, so he finally decided to pass on the power.

However, what Feng Xue is showing now is a state that is completely different from that kind of "fusion". It is more like he has discovered the special nature of this power through trial and error, and has materialized it as a weapon.

The weapon that was involved in the formation of his G·I particles was called utilization, so this one now should probably be called...

liberation?

Feeling the violent breath, the eyes of the third generation became slightly solemn. At this moment, Feng Xue had turned into a nightmare, but the performance of the G·I particles was no different from before, and in fact, even purer!

"I hope it's not contaminated!" Although he didn't think it was the case, the third generation still muttered so in his heart, and then he cheered up and prepared to deal with the extremely risky attack from his adopted son.

But at this moment, Feng Xue only felt hot all over. The burning feeling from the inside out made him feel as if even his thoughts were boiling.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Feng Xue questioned loudly in her heart, but the emotionless reverberation said as a matter of course:
"To let you know what fighting is."

As he spoke, Feng Xue felt his body moving uncontrollably, and the originally smooth lines of the Mirror Shadow Armor began to become ferocious and sharp.

The blood-red flames and white steam jumped under the golden light, and at this moment, it seemed as if time had stopped.

"Good speed!" The voice of the third generation sounded in his mind, and Feng Xue was shocked to find that he could actually fight with his old man in close combat!
But just a few seconds ago, he was completely beaten in terms of speed!
"So your purity is too low! You think too much! Fighting is fighting, don't think about those extraneous things, put all your imagination into winning! If your moves are cracked, think of stronger moves. If you can't keep up with the speed, imagine yourself faster. You think of everything, but you forget one thing! In a fight, the most important thing is to want to win!"

The sound became louder and louder, and the burden on the body became higher and higher. Even the wind-shaped elemental body gradually could not keep up with the speed of consciousness. However, the moment the body collapsed, the reinforcement from the ideal country was called upon. Even before the collapsed arm disappeared, the new arm had already appeared in the process of wanting to punch!

The third generation had changed from being able to handle it with one hand at the beginning to needing both hands to counter the moves. The speed of the two continued to increase, but a strange idea came into Feng Xue's mind -

"Next, you're not going to tell me about the relationship between the king and the mount, are you?"

"Oh, you can talk nonsense if you want, but do you want me to turn into a knife? Or a mask?" The voice still maintained an emotionless tone, but Feng Xue inexplicably felt a hint of ridicule.

He thought about what King Huang had said before, and said as if he had a sudden inspiration:
"It doesn't matter what, as long as we can win!"

"Don't you understand it very well?" After he finished speaking, his body regained control again, but this moment of delay allowed the Sandai's fist to hit him hard in the face!

The whole person flew backwards again, but the third generation looked at his hands inexplicably, and said speechlessly:

"You can't do it so soon? Even though it's a special move, it should at least last three minutes, right?"

"I just think that the mad dog-like fighting style is a bit ugly." Having regained the initiative, Feng Xue savored the previous brief state and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

The third generation listened to his words and felt slightly reassured in his heart. Although it sounded a bit strange, it at least showed that this brat was not contaminated by the power of nightmare.

During the conversation, the hideous Mirror Shadow Armor on his body suddenly seemed to evaporate, merged into the steam that had not yet completely dissipated, and finally condensed into a mask in Feng Xue's palm.

"Should we call it the Return to the Blade? Or the Perfect Jinchūriki? Or Bankai? Awakening of abilities?"

While muttering about the naming issue, Feng Xue covered his face with the mask.

"Rise! The King in Yellow!"

Steam condensed, rain rose backwards, the bone-white mask, the bright yellow robe, and the twisted and hideous amorphous tentacle-like G·I force field made the third generation subconsciously want to punch him with all his strength, but the thought that "the person in front of me is my own child" made him slow down for a moment, and then he noticed that this brat didn't completely turn into a nightmare, but he wore the power of the nightmare... on his body!

As the power of the golden finger was fully unleashed, Feng Xue finally realized that perhaps from the very beginning, there had never been any Yellow King at all, and the one who had been communicating with him was actually himself, or in other words, he took it for granted that "since he is a Jinchūriki, the sealed object must be able to communicate", and thus constructed a virtual personality.

"I feel really awkward for building a consciousness to talk to myself and giving myself rewards that I can actually use right from the start! But from another perspective, isn't this a Zanpakutō?"

With this thought, his arm stretched out from under the yellow robe, and the G·I particles obediently turned into a long sword. He looked at the third generation through the holes in the mask, and at this moment, his robe suddenly fluttered like a cloak.

"Sitting and forgetting to become a mortal, dreaming of a butterfly to find the cause, a pillow of yellow rice waiting for the dawn -"

"Bankai: Lord of the Deep Space Starry Sea Banquet!"

The golden words splashed behind him, and the next moment, he was in front of the third generation——

"Old man, it's time to show your real skills!"

"That depends on you!" The old man flicked his finger to deflect the sword in Feng Xue's hand, clenched his left fist, and smashed hard at the mask that looked like it was carved from bones.

Although he knew that the structure was created by his own kid, he was still very unhappy with the design!

and so……

"Tear it down first!"

(End of this chapter)