Minecraft: Steve came to the back room

A pitch-black realm of despair suddenly unfolded, instantly transforming the entire land into a desolate and lifeless wasteland.

A profound sorrow and regret pierced through everyone's soul and forcefully flooded their minds.

Within this realm, we share pain, shoulder our shared obsessions, and face death together.

Kisuke Urahara sighed, rubbing his forehead with one hand: "Boss, I can't do anything about Shunsui Kyoraku's Bankai."

"You have no choice? If you have no choice, then let's run away."

The mist appeared, forcefully carving out a piece of land within Kyoraku Shunsui's territory.

"Act One - Hesitation and Reunion".

This move can force the target to share all of Kyoraku Shunsui's old wounds, battlefield scars, and suppressed grief throughout his life.

However, the three people who were standing in the mist, having already left, suffered no harm whatsoever.

"Gojo Satoru, would you like to try his area of ​​expertise?"

Will I die?

"You won't die in the first, second, and third acts, but you're almost certainly going to die in the fourth act. You can try it out first; he can only use this suicide move once anyway."

Gojo Satoru hesitated for a moment as he looked at Kyoraku Shunsui, but in the end he stepped out of the fog.

As soon as he stepped outside, his body was covered in countless bloody knife wounds without warning, including some fatal ones.

However, under the reversal technique, those wounds were healed in the blink of an eye.

"Interesting...a purely rule-based field."

His lack of scruples had no effect at this moment.

Kyoraku Shunsui's voice was deep and cold.

"Act Two - The Shameful Puppet's Bed".

Gojo Satoru's deepest guilt and greatest regret were forcibly magnified infinitely. He recalled the countless students who died in battle and could not be saved, as well as the corrupt higher-ups in the world of jutsu.

Even the strongest felt powerless for the first time.

He raised his twin swords, and the black aura within him surged with spiritual light:

"Act Three - Broken Fish Abyss".

The ground of the domain transformed into a boundless, icy pool, pulling him and Gojo Satoru into the water, which continuously drained energy from their bodies.

Gojo Satoru felt the rapidly draining curse power within his body and realized for the first time that his curse power was somewhat insufficient.

With his six eyes, he should be the perpetual motion machine of the sorcery world.

"It was definitely the right decision to come this time."

Gojo Satoru remained completely calm, even managing a smile.

Ignoring the boundless attacks, the power of rules, and the pool of water that directly drains magical energy.

All of these experiences broadened his horizons.

"I can't let you dance alone."

Raise your hand.

“Virtual Form · Zi!”

The two spatial forces, gravity and repulsion, collided and clashed, and a beam of annihilation shot straight toward Kyoraku Shunsui.

All matter and spiritual particles along the path were completely wiped out, leaving no trace.

A single strike tore through a kilometer of space.

"Closing Ceremony: Blood stains the throat as the slicing blade cuts through the flesh!"

Kyoraku, having dodged the attack, sheathed his twin swords, and countless fine white spiritual threads magically wrapped around Gojo Satoru's neck.

The lack of any moral boundaries was once again ignored.

These regular white spiritual threads tightened and cut instantly, severing Wu Tiaowu's throat and decapitating him in one strike.

The spiritual threads, imbued with despair, instantly sealed away Gojo Satoru's boundless ruthlessness.

After Kyoraku Shunsui unleashed his final attack, his spiritual pressure instantly plummeted, and he slumped backward, only to be caught by his sword spirit.

A female singer wearing an eye patch, just like him.

"Ah Hua, I've lost this time..."

"Not bad! Lord Kyoraku, you do have a good sense of self-awareness! Don't worry, I don't feel anything at all!"

"Bio-display bottle (Kyoraku Shunsui)"

Yang Bo put the bottle into his backpack with satisfaction, then took out two "resurrection coins" and threw them to Gojo Satoru, who had stood up again.

What does death feel like?

Gojo Satoru, who chose "Fine, I'll fight you!", reached out and touched his neck.

"I feel like I've gained some inexplicable experience. Suddenly, I feel like the things in the world of sorcery aren't so important anymore. By the way, boss, do you accept sorcerers?"

"I'll take it! As long as it's valuable, I'll even take a used piece of toilet paper!"

Chapter 243 A Little Gambling for Fun

"Instant God is so lame!"

Looking at the two figures still locked in combat on the battlefield, Yang Bo couldn't help but complain.

"It seems that Yoruichi's only chance to defeat Kuchiki Byakuya is to launch a surprise attack first. Manager, hurry up and attack, don't waste time."

Kisuke Urahara nodded slightly.

As a fellow Bankai user, he was able to use his ability to alter the terrain and his Zanpakuto to completely suppress Byakuya Kuchiki.

"Once I've captured Kuchiki Byakuya, we'll immediately leave the city and head northeast."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot.

Yang Bo watched the two who had already begun their fight:

"Gojo Satoru, let's not sit idly by. Those ordinary Shinigami may be less valuable, but there are many of them. Let's go, catch more, and I'll cover your Jujutsu Academy's supplies from now on!"

The Spellcasting Academy has only a handful of members; even if he were to take it all over, it wouldn't cost him much in terms of resources.

"Package of resurrection coins?"

"Being handsome is wishful thinking; at most, you'll be given two immortal totems to save your life."

In theory, the drop rate of the Undying Totem is similar to that of the Resurrection Coin, but their effects are completely different.

The Totem of Immortality can only block fatal damage, while the Resurrection Coin can actually bring a person back from the brink of death.

Moreover, it was a perfect resurrection.

"Let's get started."

Yang Bo flashed towards the gathering Death Gods. Although the vice-captain's strength was not as great as the captain's, he was still an extremely powerful being.

Less than three minutes.

Kisuke Urahara then threw Byakuya Kuchiki in front of Yang Bo: "Stop grabbing him, hurry up and leave. If you drag this out any longer, those guys will come out soon."

"Bio-display bottle (Byakuya Kuchiki)"

"it is good!"

Without hesitation, Yang Bo put the Shinigami thrown by Gojo Satoru into a bottle and rushed directly towards Tanjiro's location.

He grabbed him and pulled him up.

"Gotsu, get out of here when the wind gets strong!"

This was purely a surprise attack on Seireitei. The most important thing now is to run away with Kisuke Urahara as soon as possible. That guy must have a backup plan in Soul Society.

"Tanjiro, how much did you learn just now?"

"what?"

Tanjiro looked puzzled; for many moments just now, he couldn't even see his afterimage.

Learn? With what can we learn?

Looking into the same eyes as the college students, Yang Bo knew the answer:

"It's alright. The main purpose of this trip is to let you experience the power system of the Grim Reaper. Expanding your horizons is secondary. Don't worry, there's still a big battle coming up later. Take your time to observe and learn."

In the blink of an eye, Yang Bo had already led him away from the area of ​​Seireitei and Rukongai District 1.

The further they went into the outer reaches, the more desolate the surrounding environment became, and powerful spiritual pressure emanated from behind them.

"Ignore them, run!"

At this point, there were no longer any houses, streams, or vegetation around, but only an endless, desolate wilderness, with almost no buildings in sight.

Kisuke Urahara led Ichigo and the others in a frantic sprint, when suddenly he stopped and stared at the figure standing in the wilderness.

The figure simply stood there doing nothing, yet the raging wind in the desolate wilderness suddenly stopped.

The swirling sandstorm froze in mid-air, and the flowing spiritual particles completely stagnated.

The old, mottled black captain's haori drooped slightly in the wind, his long silver beard fell to his chest and abdomen, and an ancient scar ran across his forehead, spanning his eyebrows.

His wrinkled hands were leaning on a wooden cane.

Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni.

Founder of the Gotei 13, the strongest fighter in Soul Society for a thousand years.

"Kisuke Urahara."

An old, hoarse voice slowly rose, neither too loud nor too soft, yet clearly audible.

"By colluding with people from the mortal world, breaking into the Seireitei, kidnapping multiple Shinigami, and disrupting the order of Soul Society... Kisuke Urahara, you have indeed gone too far this time."

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni is a law-abiding citizen who values ​​the rules of Soul Society, reveres martial prowess and traditional Kido, and acts with a steady and rigid demeanor.

Yang Bo took out fire-resistant potion and stuffed it into Tanjiro and Gojo Satoru's hands, saying earnestly: