Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Hyobu Ichibei, though somewhat disheveled but unharmed, reached out and touched his bald head, brandishing the enormous calligraphy brush in his hand, and sighed with emotion:

"It's terrifying. If you were to perfectly control this power, even I would find it difficult."

"Fortunately, it's not too late. Let me show you what true despair is."

Seeing that the two were about to start fighting again, Aizen's gaze suddenly turned icy cold, and he immediately prepared to draw his sword and join the fray.

However, before he could make any further move, Jushiro Ukitake reached out and grabbed him.

“Aizen, the third seat, you are no match for Hyosube Ichibei.”

"Let me do it."

Aizen turned his head and saw Jushiro Ukitake draw his Zanpakuto from his waist. An inexplicable pressure suddenly rose up, and a deep blackness spread from his body.

In an instant, spiritual pressure erupted, and a huge, dazzling pillar of light shot straight into the sky, attracting the attention of others.

Within the intense light, the deathly darkness surged forth like viscous blood, outlining a giant eye symbol in the sky.

The heavy ink was spreading until it covered everything.

Jushiro Ukitake gripped his sword with both hands, his expression resolute and unwavering.

When facing Tsuna, Yashiro Taketori, and Gosuke, Naraku Sora did not back down at all and saved the Thirteenth Division, including himself, in a critical moment.

Now, let him, as the senior brother, provide the final protection for his junior brother.

"One-Eyed God, please release the power of the Eye that is buried deep within my heart!"

The deep voice echoed across the battlefield, drawing everyone's attention, and all the power was completely suppressed at this moment.

When he saw that godlike figure standing between heaven and earth, a smile slowly appeared on Hyosube Ichibei's face.

Finally, it's here...

Chapter 194 T0-level expert

The Lingfan Hall fell into a deathly silence, as several shocked gazes stared at the black shadow standing between heaven and earth.

Everyone knows what that is.

As guardians of the Spirit King, the Zero Squad's bodies were already strengthened by the Spirit King's power the moment they were promoted, transforming into the King's Key.

Although this shadowy figure is slightly different from the power of the King's Key, it is essentially a power of the same origin.

The overflowing power of the Spirit King instantly covered the entire Lingfanli Palace, and the flow of air stopped at that moment.

Aizen stared blankly at the godlike being, countless tiny black shadows moving across its deep body like black snakes.

Countless branches, resembling tree twigs, recklessly absorbed the chaotic and complex spiritual pressure in the air, spreading continuously between the charred cracks.

In the blink of an eye, Aizen understood the key to it.

Hyosube Ichibei's purpose in taking action was not Naraku Sora, or rather, Naraku Sora was just a side effect; his main goal was the power of the Eye of the Gods buried deep within Ukitake Jushiro's heart.

One-eyed god, Mimihachi.

He also has a more common name: the right hand of the Spirit King!

Almost the instant the shadow appeared, Hyōsukebe Ichibei's eyes went blank, and his spiritual pressure, solidified into a tangible form, suddenly spread out, causing the entire Zero Division Palace to tremble.

"Dye it black, Ichimonji!"

Ink drips from the tip of the brush, the sharp white blade and the black tip of the brush switching back and forth.

Hyōsuke Ichibei wielded a single stroke, and countless streams of ink shot straight into the sky.

"Old thief, are you pretending I don't exist?"

Seeing that the monk had changed his target, Naraku was furious. He had finally managed to push himself to achieve a half-Bankai state, but the enemy managed to escape halfway through.

It immediately gave him the feeling of giving a flirtatious look to a blind man.

Moreover, Hyosube Ichibei, this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, was not attacking anyone else, but his brothers, his beloved relatives and friends.

Whatever this guy's purpose is, we just shouldn't let him get what he wants.

Even if you can't stop it, adding a little obstruction is still a good thing.

Having lived for millions of years, scheming and plotting every day, this is no ordinary old silver coin; it must be dealt with severely!

While the power of Bankai remains unknown, one thing is certain: its stats have been enhanced to an unprecedented degree, with an increase even greater than that of Hollowfication.

At the same time, Naraku Sora finally understood why it was much more difficult for him to learn Bankai than for other Shinigami.

One very important point is that his current stats are ridiculously high.

Normally, a second-tier spiritual power, combined with a perfect understanding of the Shinigami's own power, would be reflected in the sword, achieving the ultimate Shikai.

If it were a normal Shinigami, they would have already naturally completed their Bankai training.

Unlike Nai Luokong, he still has 70% etherealization, plus a 100% boost to his spirit strength, and the most incredible 100% growth potential.

With each layer of buffs stacked up, he was able to directly confront Yamamoto at the second-tier Spirit Might level, and even injure Hyosube Ichibei, who was a transcendent being.

Of course, it's unknown how much water the monk released.

The only thing that's certain is that if another Shinigami captain were to come, such as Captain Rokugaru, they absolutely wouldn't be able to break through Hyosube Ichibei's defenses.

Gazing at the ink specks falling from the sky, Naraku Sora grinned, raised the heavy sword with a twisted posture that exuded a heavy pressure, and his full head of black hair danced wildly in the scorching heat.

The moment the air was severed, a tearing sound erupted, and the pitch-black sword pressure slammed into Hyonshube Ichibei's head like a meteorite.

Smash it!

Hyosube Ichibei was expressionless, his gaze icy cold. Having lost his pupils, he looked like a machine that could only follow fixed instructions.

Faced with the terrifying pressure of the incoming sword, he didn't even try to dodge, but went straight to meet it.

It was as if the brush had been wielded, and the ink had fallen.

The moment the sword collided with the countless raindrops of ink, a terrifying shockwave swept across the entire world, causing the already ravaged earth to crack once more.

Countless fragments of stone and dust were blasted into the air, only to be reduced to powder by the turbulent aftershocks.

The next second, the ink began to writhe as if it were alive, condensing into winding black snakes that instantly coiled around the body crisscrossed with electric arcs and scorching flames.

The extreme heat instantly evaporated some of the ink, turning it into tiny particles that drifted into the atmosphere.

As he tried to resist, everything suddenly went black, and a tall, imposing figure appeared before him, the monk raising his writing brush.

The tip constantly shifts between a brush and a white blade, making it indistinguishable.

Seeing the person right in front of him, Nairoku's eyes lit up. Forgetting about fighting the ink, he suddenly opened his arms and his muscles tensed up.

The materialized spiritual pressure surged forth, sweeping outwards like a torrent.

In just a moment, it cleared away the surrounding dust.

With a flick of the fingers, a scorching wind swept through, like a volcano about to erupt, its heat assaulting the senses.

Black and red arcs of electricity coiled around the fist, and it slammed into that bright head!

Black Flash - One Bone!

In that instant, the distortion of space and pure destruction swept over and engulfed Hyosube Ichibei's body.

The unrestrained outburst seemed to distort the outlines of everything, with visible white waves surging and crashing, accompanied by a thunderous roar that seemed to pierce through clouds and split rocks.

His burly body flew backward like a cannonball, landing squarely on the dark figure standing atop the ruins.

Sticky, dark eye-controlling power clung to Hyosube Ichibei's body, and tree-like markings suddenly appeared, merging with the shadow.

Countless tiny, viscous substances, like snakes, wriggled and struggled, trying to draw spiritual pressure from the body.

However, it had no effect on Wang Jian's resistance.

Hyōsuke Ichibei's entire face was shrouded in shadow as he, bracing against the power of the Soul King's right hand, suddenly swung the brush in his hand.

"A real fight—"

"One word with a white pen!"

The ink splashed and merged with the black shadows until the tip of the brush turned completely white, as if all the blackness had been poured into the Spirit King's right hand.

"still!"

The huge calligraphy fell on the shadowy figure, and Mimihagi, whose new name was now engraved, immediately stopped all movement, even his thoughts.

The monk clasped his hands together, bowed slowly, and then placed his thick right hand in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind swept up, and the ink, carrying the shadows, poured into his palm.

After doing these things, Hyosube Ichibei's eyes instantly returned to normal, and his brownish-red pupils reappeared in his eyeballs.

A loud sound echoed in the sky.

"I apologize for concealing some things, but everything I have done is at the behest of the Spirit King."

"Please proceed to the Qilin Hall. I have important business to attend to."

"It's up to you, Tenshiro."

As soon as he finished speaking, his burly figure vanished from the spot in an instant, and no one noticed his movement, as if he had been erased.

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on the shadows.

Under the watchful eyes of several people, even someone as strong as Kirinji Tenjiro felt a long-lost pressure and couldn't help but curse Hyosube Ichibei's attempt to shift the blame.

He hadn't originally planned to come, but when he sensed the terrifying aftershocks of the battle, he couldn't suppress his curiosity and quietly arrived at the battlefield.

Then we saw Hyosube Ichibei, the strongest member of the Zero Division, being blasted away by Naraku Sora's punch.

It's like a dream.

If it weren't for the raging winds, Kirinji Tenjiro would have thought he was hallucinating.

They're simply monsters.

Suppressing his shock, he helped up Ukitake Jushiro, who had fallen into a deep coma after losing the Soul King's right hand.

"Come with me."

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