Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

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The extremely terrifying spiritual pressure condensed into substance and exploded like a column of light in an instant, rushing straight into the sky. The indescribable vast pressure enveloped Grimmjow.

boom!

The sand surface sank, the white sand collapsed, countless tiny dust particles were stirred and spread, and a huge deep pit covered everything within sight.

Grimmjow's body groaned as it could not bear the heavy burden. Dozens of bones creaked and broke. His slender and perfect body was twisted in an instant and no longer resembled a leopard.

The sudden outburst of pressure made the long-lost fear once again shroud his heart, and the unconcealable despair spread in his heart.

At this moment, Grimmjow seemed to smell the despair of death.

An unprecedentedly powerful enemy, a terrifying existence that is absolutely impossible to contend with.

The appearance of the Grim Reaper before him directly refreshed his understanding of the strong.

Su Feng smiled as he looked at Grimmjow, who was almost collapsing under his spiritual pressure, and said softly:

"Surrender or death?"

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Chapter 221 The Real King? Fake Life!

Once upon a time, when he was still in Killian, Grimmjow was unique and had his own consciousness, becoming an alternative existence.

From then on, he devoured his own kind and devoured the void, and everything he did was to satisfy his evolutionary instinct.

Later, when he encountered Xiaolong Kufang and other Hollows, Grimmjow learned about the relationship between the big Hollows for the first time, and also realized his own uniqueness.

Xiao Long once predicted that he would become Vastod and become the real king!

Grimmjow was convinced of this.

Countless years passed, the number of Great Voids he devoured continued to increase, and his strength continued to grow. Vastrod was no longer an out-of-reach existence.

At this moment, the Hueco-Shrine Palace rose again, and countless strange creatures walked out of it, starting the process of conquering the Hueco Mundo.

At the same time, the Kingdom of Hollow was quietly established in the Hueco Mundo, and similar creatures also embarked on the other half of their conquest journey.

What is strange is that the two forces are confronting each other but also staggered from each other, as if there is some kind of tacit understanding.

But there is no doubt that other hollows in the Hueco Mundo suffered as a result.

Either be recruited or be used as food. Just as the Grim Reaper said, there is only one choice: surrender and death.

Grimmjow's sky-blue eyes were filled with pride and stubbornness.

Until this moment, he was still not afraid of death, even though the breath of despair had completely engulfed him, even though the bones in his body were creaking and emitting wails and cries of grief as he could not bear the heavy burden.

"Oh?" Su Feng raised his eyebrows and said with a hint of surprise, "It seems that you have already chosen the answer that you think is correct."

Grimmjow remained silent.

He wanted to say something harsh, but the spiritual pressure that enveloped him was too terrifying. He could barely breathe, let alone speak.

"In that case, go to hell."

As soon as he finished speaking, Grimmjow's pupils suddenly shrank. Unspeakable despair completely enveloped him, as if darkness was rapidly eating away at his heart.

Until the last moment, he still didn't notice the slightest change in the expression on the face of the Grim Reaper in front of him.

To this god of death, killing an Achucas with the potential to be a king is like crushing an insignificant ant.

At the moment when his life breath began to dissipate, the figure of Zaraki Fuuya appeared beside Sufeng, and his slightly frowned brows symbolized his unhappy mood.

"Just kill him like this?"

"if not?"

"It's a pity. This Yachukas has great potential and has all the qualities to become a Vastod."

Hearing this, Su Feng burst out laughing: "Zecheng, you have changed."

Zhicheng Shuang was also stunned. He glanced at Sufeng beside him, not understanding the meaning of his words.

"Decades ago, when you walked out of the hell, you boasted that you were shouldering the responsibility of fulfilling the mission of the god of death."

"He is willing to sacrifice all the souls of Rukongai and even the future hope of real humanity, just to annihilate all the Hollows in the world."

"But after living in Hueco Mundo for decades, you began to care about the lives of the Hollows."

Sufeng's words made Zaraki Shuang silent, and when he opened his mouth to defend himself:

"I just……"

He had said half of what he wanted to say, but he swallowed it back.

There is no point in making excuses. Whether there has been a change or not is not only visible to others, but you should also be aware of it yourself.

"Grimmjow is not dead yet."

Su Feng stretched out his right hand, and the spiritual pressure glowed in his palm. "To be precise, he is not dead yet."

"One of the essences of Yuanliu, Weimian."

Zaraki Shuangye's eyes were burning as his gaze stayed on Sufeng's palm. A strong light was emanating from it, making him feel slightly dizzy.

“Based on the original foundation, I have developed this move in a new way.”

Su Feng explained calmly, "Increase the output of spiritual pressure and focus it on the nerves."

"Any existence with a huge difference in spiritual pressure will have its consciousness instantly wiped out by this move, creating the illusion of death."

"If there is no external interference, this state will continue until the individual dies completely. This is why Grimmjow is not completely dead."

As he spoke, Sufeng's spiritual pressure erupted once again, all of which acted on Grimmjow's broken body.

crunch--

A few more head-numbing cracking sounds were heard, and Grimmjow woke up again in severe pain. He coughed up large amounts of blood, dyeing the new sand red again.

"I, I'm not dead?!"

A surprised and weak voice came out of that bloody mouth. Grimmjow was shocked by the illusion of his own death. This was one more thing he couldn't understand.

"No, dead."

Su Feng said indifferently, "It's just resurrection."

Grimmjow has an impatient and brutal personality, and has no respect for those in higher positions. Even when facing Aizen, who originally gave him the power of the Arrancar, he often pretends to obey him but actually disobeys him.

If the difference in individual strength wasn't so huge, Sufeng suspected that this guy might have retaliated on the spot.

If you don't teach this kind of guy a lesson, even if he surrenders on the surface, he will still do some weird things behind your back.

Hearing this, Grimmjow's heart skipped a beat, and his ferocious leopard face twisted a little.

The previous "death" had left a huge shadow in his heart. If it happened a few more times, even if he had an extremely strong heart, he would not be able to endure it.

"I have always been extremely tolerant towards geniuses."

A smile reappeared on Sufeng's face, but to Grimmjow, it was nothing less than the devil's grin.

"For someone like you who has the ability to become a Vastod, I will symbolically grant you a chance to repent."

"This is the last time. Surrender, or die?"

Grimmjow's body began to tremble, and the spiritual pressure surrounding him began to increase again. The air also gradually became thicker, and the gravity seemed to be constantly rising.

The white sand sank again, and the deep pit seemed like an endless abyss, madly swallowing everything around it.

The familiar feeling came again, and this time the despair turned into an invisible giant hand, closing in from all directions and tightening around his heart.

As his breathing gradually stagnated, Grimmjow once again realized that death was approaching.

In his hazy consciousness, it seemed as if the gates of hell opened wide, and countless hands covered his body, breaking bones and tearing flesh, dragging him in bit by bit.

It became increasingly difficult to breathe.

It was only then that Grimmjow realized that he was not as determined as he had imagined.

Finally, when he was on the verge of death again, he made another choice.

"Submission..."

Sufeng claims that he does not have the personal charm of Aizen, nor does he have so many cunning tricks.

But he could never be as lenient with Achucas, who had Grimmjow's personality, as he was with Harribel and Nel.

Properly creating irresistible pressure is enough to make them obedient.

Strictly speaking, leopards also belong to the cat family.

Only when the enemy is too powerful to resist will it let down its so-called vigilance.

After Grimmjow surrendered, the remaining five Achucas were much easier to deal with.

With just a few punches from Yixu, Zancheng Shuang could be easily dealt with without even Sufeng having to take any action.

Under the bombardment of the ghosts, it only took a few seconds for Xiao Long and the others to have their worldview refreshed again.

It turns out that the Grim Reaper is such a terrifying creature!

Pick any one of them out at random, and they are enough to beat them up in various ways, and they can pose in hundreds or thousands of postures.

Five hollows carried the unconscious Grimmjow and, under the command of Zaraki Fuuya, walked towards the newly built research institute.

…………

Xuye Palace.

There are corridors all around and countless palaces stand tall.

The azure blue sky hangs high, bringing a different kind of light to the world that has been dark for a long time. A small artificial sun is embedded in the sky, releasing light and heat to its heart's content in this world.

Xuye Palace has undergone a major transformation.

Based on a semi-finished wishing machine and his own scientific research capabilities, Aizen Sosuke, with the assistance of Sal Apollo, completed the creation of a new world and took a crucial step on his path to becoming a god.

Weird.

Aizen never took this level of creation seriously, he had only one goal from beginning to end.

That is the throne in the sky.

Both ordinary Arrancar and Espada-level Arrancar are very satisfied with the new world of Kuraya.

Among the countless styles of palaces, you can always find one that suits you.

Even if you don't have it, it doesn't matter. Sal Apollo, who is responsible for the aftermath, can help you design a brand new palace.

The prerequisite is that you have a hard enough fist so that he has enough patience.

In the white research palace, Dong Xianyao had purple hair and six eyes that were all open. Characters seemed to appear in his black pupils.

This appearance looks more and more like an old friend that Sufeng knows.

At this time, Tosen Yao was staring intently at the state of the two huge petri dishes in front of him. The sticky green liquid was constantly bubbling and making gurgling sounds.

A tall and slender figure was faintly visible in the green liquid, with a crescent-shaped horn piercing the skull and golden facial lines crisscrossing the cheeks.

Even in a sleeping state, the crazy temperament still overflowed from his appearance, and even had a tendency to overflow from the petri dish.

On the other side, there was a strange-looking body. The upper half was a human, and the lower half was a peach-colored pumpkin-shaped ball. Hundreds of pupils were tightly closed on its body, as if something was brewing.

"It's really hard work, Senior Dongxian."

A light Kyoto accent sounded in the palace, and a figure with short light purple hair and wearing a white captain's feather knitted lining and a death suit walked out from the side door.

"You've been watching this guy for two days and one night."

Ichimaru Gin moved closer to the petri dish, a deep blue color appeared in his slightly narrowed pupils, and an inexplicable meaning flowed in them.

"It's really scary. A dead person only needs a little bit of soul and body to be resurrected again."

"Is there anything in this world that Captain Aizen can't do?"

Tosen replied in a deep voice: "Always remain loyal to Master Aizen, and you will see a different view."

“Perhaps the future you expect is also among them.”

Hearing this, Ichimaru Gin raised the corner of his mouth, and a fox-like fake smile appeared on his face:

"maybe."