Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Especially after his eyes were healed and he saw the vibrant world for the first time, he secretly resolved to train hard, become stronger, and strive to become Naraku's helper as soon as possible.

Now the opportunity has finally arrived; it's time to demonstrate the results of my cultivation.

Tosen slowly drew his sword, holding it upside down in front of him. The surrounding air trembled violently, revealing chaotic patterns.

"This is a gift from Mr. Urahara, and also a sign of Lord Naraku's trust."

"Swastika!"

"The Locust's End - Enma Cricket!"

Gazing at the darkness that suddenly spread and the man standing in the center of it, Hisami Ente felt a long-lost sense of unease.

He grinned, raised the heavy mace in his hand, and strode forward.

Let the seniors have a good taste of the juniors' magnanimity!

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Zenjoji Yubin stared in horror at the burning figure standing atop the ruins, utterly bewildered by his own intelligence.

Why is this guy's aura even more terrifying than Yamamoto Shigekuni's back then?

This person can no longer be called human!

Even the hellish monsters that guard hell are more human-like than the creature before them.

By the way, is there anyone who can switch opponents with him?

Naraku stared at the burly man covered in sweat, grinning like a demon, his gleaming white teeth particularly striking in the sunlight.

The fat guy on the other side is a player who excels at close-quarters combat.

Amazingly, after he completed his Shikai, his Zanpakuto melted into his palm, and his originally fair skin was immediately covered with a dim light.

It's very strange overall.

Naraku couldn't figure out its specific abilities, so he simply gave up trying. Whatever it was, he just decided to destroy it.

A terrifying pillar of fire shot into the sky, bursting forth with a dazzling brilliance that was impossible to look directly at.

Boom!!

The collapsed ruins trembled violently, and the unimaginably heavy spiritual pressure shook the battlefield.

Violent lightning and scorching flames intertwined and surrounded his body, making his already imposing figure appear even more terrifying.

Then, without warning, a punch was thrown.

Use your best fighting style to decide the final outcome.

The sinister smile was almost upon her. Zenjoji Yubin's breath caught in her throat. She instinctively raised her thick arms, crossed them in front of her, and tried to counteract the destruction brought by this attack.

However, at the moment of the collision, a force that shook heaven and earth struck his body.

The defense, comparable in hardness to the steel skin of a Hollow, crumbled instantly. Flesh collapsed, bones were crushed, and most of his body exploded into a cloud of blood mist under this punch.

The vibrant colors intertwine, painting yet another picture of hell.

When unbearable pain erupted from the depths of her soul, Zenjoji Yubin's remaining consciousness vanished in an instant, and she faced death once again.

Having dealt with one of the First Hokage, Naraku Sora raised his head and smiled as he looked at the remaining Hellish Fiends:

Do you yearn for freedom?

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces were filled with terror.

Chapter 272 Efficiency First

The first captain of the 10th Division, Wang Tuchuan Yuxu, stared solemnly at the demonic figure bathed in blood mist, his eyes flashing with intense confusion.

Didn't they say that Naraku Sora developed a method to convert third-class spirit particles?

What's with this ferocious and powerful attitude?

Has the research community in Soul Society now adopted this style?

And what the hell is freedom?

Despite having countless doubts in his heart, his instincts still drove him to rush towards Naraku Sora.

A scarlet eye descended from the sky, silently overlooking and casting a powerful blessing.

Wang Tuchuan and Yu Xuji's pupils turned silver-white, like boiling steel, radiating a blazing light.

Its violent nature is unleashed, revealing its true colors.

As one of the first captains who followed Yamamoto, no matter how deceptive his appearance was, he could not change his tyrannical nature.

A calm, panoramic view from above.

This instilled in countless Grim Reapers an indescribable fear and chill in their hearts.

This is his Zanpakuto, Dokutou.

Any enemy who is watched by that eye in the sky will feel a strong and uncontrollable fear.

But at the same time, fear is absorbed by his pupils and transformed into power, which is then bestowed upon him.

If there is enough fear, spiritual pressure will also increase indefinitely.

and so.

Large-scale battlefields are Wang Tuchuan Yu Xuji's home turf.

Taste fear!

Feeling the continuous influx of power, Wang Tuchuan and Yu Xuji regained their composure and solemnity.

Even though there is still a gap between him and Naraku Sora, he can still change the course of the battle through his superior skills.

Wang Tuchuan struck a pose and looked at the young man opposite him.

At the same time, the giant eye in the sky locked onto the burning figure, trying to instill more fear in it.

The guy stood there completely unguarded, his entire body riddled with openings.

In just a moment, its defenses can be broken, and then it can penetrate deep into the body, with its waist, abdomen, spine, throat, and even head—the vital organs are right in front of it.

Victory seemed to be just around the corner.

Wang Tuchuan took a deep breath, a fierce light appearing in his eyes. The killing intent that had been brewing in hell for hundreds of years erupted, accompanied by a sharp, mournful howl.

To his surprise, Naraku Sora did not choose to continue fighting, but instead drew his Zanpakuto, which had been hidden in its sheath.

Isn't this guy better at fighting without any strategy?

Why did he suddenly draw his sword?!

Before there was time to find the answer, the ferocious figure had already stepped forward, and a simple and unadorned Tang bamboo slashed down.

An immense, materialized spiritual pressure gathered on the Zanpakuto, causing the ruins beneath its feet to tremble and dust to rise from the ground like a surging tide.

The light belonging to the demonic path shone on the blade.

Is it the Seventy-Eighth Hado: Zankarin?

Wang Tuchuan's eyes lit up. To deal with this level of demonic path, he only needed to release the Eighty-First Binding Path - Void Severing in an instant to easily block it.

At that time, before the opponent's new strength has been generated, he only needs to unleash the accumulated power of fear forward to completely determine the outcome of the battle.

This kid is completely asking for trouble...

boom!!

The next moment, the blades collided.

Wang Tuchuan's expression froze instantly as the deafening explosion reached his ears, as if the heavens and earth were shaking.

The sky twisted, the earth trembled, and the world as far as the eye could see began to be destroyed. Ruins were obliterated, and a scorching wind rose up, soaring straight into the sky.

In an instant, the skills he was so proud of collapsed, and all his pretense was shattered.

Wang Tuchuan and Yu Xuji looked down and everything went black.

Accompanied by violent coughing, thick blood gushed from the suddenly ruptured internal organs.

After a moment of disorientation, my consciousness gradually drifted away.

Naraku flicked the blood droplets off his Zanpakuto and curled his lip in disdain:

"With all those poses, I thought he was some kind of expert."

"siskin."

After taking down two First Generations, the remaining Nagatos are no longer a threat.

Apart from the girl with an astonishingly large appetite who always carried a long-handled naginata, the others were nothing more than chickens and dogs, not worth mentioning.

Some of them weren't even up to the level of a captain; they were simply wicked and ended up in hell after death.

Naraku Sora looked at the girl who had remained calm throughout and tentatively asked:

"Lu Qu Ba Yun Zhai?"

The girl nodded: "I didn't expect Lord Naraku to remember my name."

"I've always had a very good memory."

"What were the names of the two people who just collapsed?"

Nai Luokong: "..."

Shikatori Hakunsai shook his head, not paying attention to these details, and simply took out the naginata that was placed in the center of his chest, saying with a serious expression:

"The reason I was able to watch from the sidelines is because my willpower was relatively strong."

"Shanding Temple and Wang Tuchuan cannot disobey the orders of Hell, so they have no choice but to fight you. Please don't mind."

"This is the fate of those who have wronged us."

"Now that those two are out of the way, we can fight to our hearts' content."

"Lord Naraku, I'm going to attack."