Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Now is the time to run away.

"Lord Naraku, perhaps we should leave first, and after we return to Soul Society and report the situation here, we can lead the other captains to deal with them."

Nai Luo glanced at her blankly and grinned:

"You don't think I'll be unable to beat them after they strengthen themselves, do you?"

Akane Shizuku bit her lower lip, saying nothing, yet it seemed she had said everything.

Just then, the man wielding the diamond-shaped greatsword appeared behind Naraku Sora using Shunpo. Feeling his power surge several times over, his confidence was also strengthened like never before.

He felt like he could tear Captain Death apart with his bare hands!

Die, you fool! You have no idea of ​​Lord Yanlong's supreme power!

The man's arms bulged, his muscles bulging, and the diamond-shaped heavy sword he held in his hands suddenly enlarged several times, crashing down on the figure in front of him like a stone pillar.

boom--!!

A deafening explosion erupted, the stone pillar and heavy sword shattered instantly, and the fist, crackling with electricity, landed heavily on the man's chest.

Bang!

The power he was so proud of couldn't even last a second against Naraku, and his chest collapsed instantly, with the sound of bones shattering ringing out continuously.

The blood mist dissipated, and half of the body was directly blown apart.

After casually dispatching one person, Nai Luokong took a step forward, slightly lowered his body, looked into the valley, and a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

"who is the next?"

Chapter 247 Where is everyone?

Seeing the man wielding the heavy sword in such a miserable state, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

He originally thought that even if he couldn't fight the monster head-on after being strengthened, he could at least hold his own for a few rounds. But the other side didn't even look at him and punched him into a bloody mist.

They got off to a flying start.

It's red now.

But the Ryudoji family is about to hold a funeral.

Then, the most important question arises—

Who's next?

Out of respect for Naraku, the remaining people did not dare to rush forward. Instead, they all shrank back a little and subconsciously turned their gazes to the white-haired man with a gloomy face.

A look of shock flashed in Ryudoji Genryu's eyes as he looked at the miserable state of his men, almost unable to believe his eyes.

Having endured the trials of living in the secluded realm for over a thousand years, the few remaining members of the Ryudoji family are now among the best of the best.

Even in the Soul Society, he would be at least a vice-captain level Shinigami.

Even so, he was still punched in half by that seemingly young Grim Reaper, and even the greatsword that had been enhanced by the power of the Soul-Binding Sword was completely shattered.

The other person didn't even put down the prayer beads they were carrying on their shoulder.

This level of strength is a bit too exaggerated.

Have the Shinigami of the Gotei 13 become this terrifying?

Ryudoji Genryu suppressed the fear rising in his heart, his eyes bloodshot as he stared intently at the figure standing on the rock wall.

The more this is the case, the less we should give up easily.

The hopes of the Ryudoji clan now rest entirely on these few individuals. If they were to give up now, the hatred that has lasted for a thousand years would become a joke.

Thinking of this, Ryudoji Genryu, with a sinister expression, took a deep breath and immediately unleashed a blazing spiritual pressure. A hurricane rose from the ground, and a pillar of light shot straight into the sky.

He opened his right hand, and several strands of spirits flew out from the cracks in the ground, instantly coalescing into a double-edged longsword.

"Go together."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ryudoji Genryu, the head of the sect, took the lead in attacking. He unleashed an astonishing aura and used Shunpo to rush towards Narakuku, wielding his sword with both hands and slashing fiercely forward.

The sword's light dimmed, but its destructive power was astonishing.

It cleaved open the dark sky above the valley, and the crimson ground crumbled layer by layer, with countless fragments of stone and dust sweeping wildly in the howling wind.

At the same time, the remaining retainers of Ryudoji Temple followed suit, unleashing intense spiritual pressure in unison.

In an instant, a gale of force eight swept through the vast valley, and howling sounds filled the air.

"Good thing you came."

Naraku Sora's eyes lit up, and he expressed his approval of Ryudoji Genryu and the others' actions.

Although their strength was lacking, their courage is still commendable.

A true hero is one who dares to challenge the impossible.

Just like him.

Even knowing they couldn't defeat Yamamoto, they persevered and relentlessly charged forward.

Naraku Sora firmly believed that as long as he kept working hard, he would one day be able to overthrow his superiors and defy the heavens.

Watch out behind you!

Seeing the attacker so close at hand, Akane Shizuku shouted a warning.

The man wielding two fist blades grinned, surprisingly not attacking Naraku Sora immediately, but instead targeting the girl who was bound by the Binding Spell.

He has figured it out.

The two colleagues who died tragically were simply because they challenged an impossible goal.

Therefore, he only needs to switch his attackers to avoid defeat...

puff-

The sound of flesh tearing apart rang out in front of me, followed by a chilling sensation that swept over my entire body.

The man with the fist paused, instinctively looking towards his chest.

All that could be seen was a gleaming blade, which had somehow pierced through his chest.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that the wretched Grim Reaper had a Zanpakuto under his armpit, its blade pointing backward.

"When your muscles grow so much, your brain gets squeezed out too, right?"

Naraku Sora said without turning his head, "Wasn't the lesson just now enough? You actually tried to sneak up on me from behind."

"Don't you know that true powerhouses also have eyes in the back of their heads?"

"He doesn't even understand this basic common sense; he deserves to be banished to the Broken Realm."

The intense pain caused the man with the dagger to let out an unbearable howl, his veins bulging as he unleashed his power in an attempt to break free of the blade piercing his chest.

The prison warden was kind-hearted and could not bear to see others suffer.

And so—

A blazing flame of spiritual pressure erupted from the blade, instantly reducing it to ashes with terrifying heat, which drifted into the valley.

Just then, Ryudoji Genryu's sword pressure landed right in front of Naraku Sora.

Facing the overwhelming pressure of the blazing sword light, Naraku grinned and swung his hand horizontally, unleashing a downward slash.

A blazing blade swept across the sky, its hot, buttery edge cleaving the sword in two.

And its momentum did not diminish; a simple, unadorned crescent-shaped sword pressure burst forth from the blade, severing the wind raging in the sky.

Ryudoji Genryu's pupils shrank suddenly as he hastily prepared to fight back, gripping the hilt of his sword with one hand and bracing the blade with the other.

click-

With a sound like shattering ice, the double-edged sword formed from the condensed soul instantly shattered, and countless fine fragments flew wildly in all directions, piercing through the rock walls and the sky.

Only then did Ryudoji Genryu truly realize how terrifying Naraku was.

It seemed like he didn't use much force; it was just a casual slash that nearly cost him his life.

He knew the captains of the Gotei 13.

Although they are very strong, they could never be that strong.

It's only been a few decades since they last spied on Soul Society, so where did this terrifying guy come from?

While he was pondering, Naraku Sora had already carried Akane Shizuku and quickly dealt with all the remaining retainers of Ryudoji.

Not too bad.

Even the lowest-ranking ones are at the level of a vice-captain.

Unfortunately, the disparity between the two sides was too great, so these people had no chance to put up a decent fight back and all became victims of the blade.

It's somewhat regrettable.

Because these people have been staying in the Broken Realm for many years and have nowhere to do evil, their sin value is not high and they have not been able to provide any decent benefits.

These days, it's hard to even find a villain.

This inevitably caused Naraku to feel somewhat lost.

Are we really going to make a move against Old Man Shan?

Although there is some anticipation, this is clearly contrary to his morality and violates his image as a person who respects teachers and values ​​tradition!

Not far away, a hint of madness flashed across the weathered face of Ryudoji Genryu.

Now that things have come to this, it's impossible to take the Thoughts Beads back from them.

The difference in strength between the two sides is obvious and cannot be bridged simply by unleashing a special power.

This isn't some action-packed manga where you can defeat the villain by shouting a few lines about bonds and friendship.

In critical moments, you can only rely on yourself.

Thinking of this, a resolute glint flashed in Ryudoji Genryu's eyes. He spread his arms, and a huge pillar of spiritual pressure shot straight into the sky, violently breaking through the clouds piled up above the valley.

Under the influence of its spiritual pressure, the ground and rock walls continuously decomposed, and countless white spirits rushed out from them, frantically traversing the vast valley.

It felt like the end of the world was about to come.