Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

In the distance, amidst the swirling dust, a figure slowly emerged, carrying a long sword that emitted wisps of blue smoke.

Like charcoal...

Chapter 334 On the Importance of Accurately Seizing Opportunities

Naraku Sora stared in disbelief at Yamamoto, who was carrying a long sword made of charcoal.

No, can anyone tell me why this old man has a Zankaku katana in his hand?

Is that correct?

He subconsciously glanced in the direction where Aizen and Kisuke Urahara were.

The former turned his head without making a sound, seemingly observing the residual spiritual particles in the air.

The latter grinned, his expression full of schadenfreude, clearly disregarding life and death.

To prevent Yamamoto from causing too much damage, Aizen and Kisuke Urahara had discussed temporarily sealing Ryujin Jakka long before the experiment began.

For this purpose, he used the Hogyoku to create an Arrancar named "Prince of Extinction".

He was much like the fire-extinguishing prince in Naraku Sora's memories, but he had no ability to move at all. He was born purely to seal Ryujin Jakka.

He watched as the two sealed away Ryujin Jakka.

But now, can someone explain what that thing in Yamamoto's hand is?

Although he felt somewhat indignant, Naraku Sora knew very well that no matter how cunning Aizen was, or how brainless Urahara Kisuke was, the two of them would not act recklessly on this matter.

Therefore, it must be Shan Laodeng's fault!

Thinking of this, his gaze suddenly turned fierce, and a sound like the resonance of metal echoed across the desert.

"Solution—"

"Punish Jayadi, karma and consciousness arise together!"

A massive red and black pillar of light erupted, becoming the most dazzling scene in Hueco Mundo, shattering the sea of ​​fire above and sweeping it away.

The intense heat rose, and an aura of destruction spread rampantly, obliterating the drifting dust.

This time, not only those present noticed the anomaly, but even Hueco Mundo thousands of kilometers away also sensed it.

The pleasant climate has been replaced by scorching heat, and every breath feels like a hot knife stabbing my throat, the pain going deep inside.

The Espada's expressions were extremely solemn.

The moment both sides unleashed their Bankai, their understanding of power was completely overturned.

They thought that the ghostly demeanor they had just displayed was the limit for the two of them, but it turned out to be just the tip of the iceberg.

Feeling the intense heat permeating the air, a deep sense of horror flashed in the eyes of the crowd.

If things are like this dozens of kilometers away from the battlefield, what must it be like in the center of the standoff between the old man and the young man?

Will Hueco Mundo really not be destroyed in their battle?

For a moment, a strong sense of worry arose in the heart of the Ten Blades.

Hollowfied Yamamoto gripped his charred longsword, black ash settling from its blade, while a thick wisp of blue smoke slowly rose.

Opposite him, Naraku Ku wielded a heavy blade formed from the evolution of stars, with dark branches growing from its body, constantly extending and intertwining outwards.

A crimson hue, like an abyss, spreads from the center, radiating a distorted light.

This is a true display of peak performance, an unprecedented burst of full power.

Feeling an unprecedented sense of power, with boundless spiritual pressure filling his limbs and bones, Naraku Sora grinned at Yamamoto, a wisp of white breath escaping from between his teeth.

"Should I avoid your sharp edge?"

The moment he finished speaking, he raised his right arm, pulling at the bursting wind, and slashed forward.

It sounded like a heavenly drum exploding.

The earth beneath their feet howled in agony before this single strike, the desert seeming to be torn apart by an invisible hand.

The sand waves surged to both sides, forming a silver waterfall that connects heaven and earth.

As the massive, heavy blade approached in an instant, Yamamoto grinned, revealing a smile identical to Naraku's, ferocious and savage.

Can Huo Tai Sword·West·Can Ri Prison Clothes!

Fifteen million degrees.

This is the temperature at the core of the sun, a temperature that reduces all matter to nothingness, a temperature sufficient to evaporate the water of an entire world.

Flames erupted from his scarred body, not burning, but enveloping him—

Driven by instinct, Yamamoto transformed himself into a walking sun!

The raging flames transformed into waves, scorching everything in their path, while the silver sand below showed an unstoppable tendency to melt.

next moment.

Two figures with exaggerated special effects collided violently.

At the moment of impact, the sound seemed to be completely erased.

At that moment, the air was compressed into a visible white halo, which rapidly spread in all directions.

Wherever the halo passed, sand dunes were flattened, rocks were crushed into powder, and all protruding terrain was leveled by this pure shockwave.

Immediately afterwards, countless sound waves suddenly erupted, overlapping each other to create a pure symphony of destruction.

boom!!

Another fierce collision, without reservation, caused the entire Hueco Mundo to boil, with scorching winds rising from the ground and dyeing the night sky crimson.

The thin air vibrated violently, and countless scorching waves of air echoed between heaven and earth.

At this moment, both sides have raised their defenses to the limit, integrating skills into instincts and then letting them run wild.

The purest form of close combat erupted with deafening roars with every clash, the aftershocks spreading and casting massive shadows like ocean waves.

The flames were scorching, and the thunder roared.

The two transformed into tireless machines, each swing of their swords aimed at the other's vital points, as if they were mortal enemies.

The pitch-black branches and the charred blade were locked together, two completely different forces clashing fiercely at the point of contact.

Heaven and earth faded.

Only black and red, and crimson gold remained, intertwined, entangled, and mutually corroding each other.

Before the two could fully erupt, Kisuke Urahara had already led his remaining troops away quickly.

Even so, they were still affected by the aftershocks and ended up looking disheveled.

The Espada were nearly buried by the silver sand.

Aizen, observing the two colliding lights and shadows, felt a headache coming on.

The current situation has indeed exceeded our original expectations.

Just like when he did his virtualization experiment.

No one expected that, in his instinctive state, Aizen could not only maintain his thinking, but also unleash Kido.

He seemed to have the ways of the demons etched into his very bones.

Yamamoto now seems to be in the same boat.

However, upon closer examination, they are quite different.

There is no doubt that Ryujin Jakka has indeed been sealed away.

Before the experiment began, he and Kisuke Urahara repeatedly confirmed that the Fire Prince's ability was very stable and there would be no mistakes.

But now, Yamamoto pulled out a Ryujin Jakka sword from somewhere and even unleashed its Bankai.

As for the Fire Prince sealed in Las Noches, after communicating with the Arrancar left behind, it was confirmed that he had been burned to ashes, leaving not even a complete corpse.

Even though they were thousands of kilometers apart, they were still able to forcefully break the seal.

Aizen admitted that he couldn't do that.

As for how Yamamoto did it, he could only think of one possibility.

That is the fusion of Zanpakuto.

Aizen had previously researched related topics.

In his view, Zanpakuto, as the main weapon of Shinigami, can allow Shinigami to quickly become stronger when they are weak, and complete a leap in strength.

These are known as the initial solution and the swastika.

However, once one fully comprehends the power of Bankai itself, the existence of the Zanpakuto becomes a constraint.

Only by completely integrating this power that originally belonged to oneself can a new path be opened up.

Aizen already had some ideas about this.

but.

Captain-Commander Yamamoto's potential seems to be much greater than previously thought.

As a terrifying being who has dominated the Soul Society for thousands of years, his talent is undoubtedly exceptional.

The reason they remain at the level of death gods is entirely due to the lack of assistance from scientists like him or Kisuke Urahara.

Of course, it also has something to do with his pedantic and stubborn personality.

Without Naraku Sora's subtle influence, even knowing that Hollowfication could bring about earth-shattering changes for him, Yamamoto would never have accepted it.

In short, many factors are indispensable in getting to where we are today.

Now, it all depends on whether Naraku Sora can hold on.

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The sound of flesh tearing was particularly clear. During the stalemate of clashing knives, Yamamoto, driven by instinct, lashed out with his left hand like lightning and tore off one of the traitor's arms.

A terrifying heatwave erupted, instantly turning it to ashes.