Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

As he had said before, the Ukitake family itself has certain special characteristics.

At the end of East Liuhun Street, there is a legend about an indigenous god.

An object that fell from the sky in ancient times, used as a memorial to the right arm of the Spirit King.

Mimihaji...

Chapter 37: Sacrificial Ceremony, Seize the Power of the Spirit King!

At the end of Dongliuhun Street, the Seventy-Six Reverse Bone District.

A huge, ancient building sits in an empty, desolate land, with black and white colors dotted on the roof, outlining extremely weird patterns.

Different from the chaos in the Zaraki District, as the end of the East Ryukon Street, the Nigu District is mostly dead silent.

Even if souls from other districts occasionally come here to pay tribute and worship, they still maintain the habit of coming and going in a hurry.

During the memorial service, he looked flustered, as if he were a thief.

However, the Ni Gu area was a little abnormal today. Dozens of people wearing different clothes and emitting strong spiritual pressure were walking respectfully in the desolate land.

They escorted several seriously injured and unconscious prisoners towards the ancient building.

The expression is fanatical, as if on a pilgrimage.

The desolate land seemed like some kind of monster that could devour all sounds. Even if dozens of people acted together, no sound could be heard nearby.

until...

They stopped a hundred meters away from the quaint building.

The leader was wearing a white ritual haori with a grey lining, and his long black hair was tied into a ponytail that fell behind him.

Judging from his appearance alone, he is somewhat similar to Ukitake Jushiro, but seems to be older.

This person was seen with his hands clasped together and his eyes lowered. Materialized spiritual pressure was rising up around him, and it was wriggling constantly as if it were a living thing.

"Begin the sacrifice!"

The hoarse voice seemed to be some kind of signal, causing the others to draw the blades at their waists and chop at the captive's neck without hesitation.

puff-

Flesh and blood were torn apart, and bright red splashed across the sky like a fountain, adding a different kind of color to this desolate land.

The blood poured into the earth, flowing endlessly.

Black lines appeared on the ancient building, and the blood seemed to have brought it life, constantly gathering upwards.

Eyes after eyes are reflected on the lines.

The spiritual pressure permeated, covering the entire desolate land and looming over everyone, bringing endless pressure.

hum-

The surrounding spirit particles only caused a slight shock, and this group of people were directly suppressed to their knees. Their expressions were distorted and their skin was flushed, as if they were enduring extreme pain.

However, their expressions became more and more fanatical, and their gazes towards the ancient buildings became more and more pious, like fanatical pilgrims.

All the black lines gathered on the roof until they turned into an enormous arm.

A pair of emotionless eyes slowly appeared on the back of the hand.

And the moment this pair of eyes opened, the flow of spirit particles in the desolate land all froze, and almost everyone's movements were frozen in that moment.

Only the leader was able to stay active under the surging spiritual pressure.

He opened his eyes wide, with a hint of blood splattering in the corners of his eyes and his pupils filled with a large amount of blood, giving people a hideous feeling.

"Great Lord Mimihaji, please accept the sacrifice!"

"Noble blood, body, and divided soul!"

……

Sufeng stood at the edge of the desolate land, looking far away towards the ancient buildings. The area within hundreds of meters was blocked by a force similar to the ghost barrier.

The spirit particles in the atmosphere were almost in a stagnant state, and even the spiritual pressure was completely suppressed within the body.

A huge black arm stood above the ancient building, reaching straight into the dark and thick clouds at the sky.

There was absolutely no trace of emotion in those huge eyes.

"Mimihaji, the right arm of the Spirit King?" Sufeng's eyes flashed with confusion, and he thought to himself, "Hasn't this thing been stuffed into Ukitake Jushiro's body?"

The current development of the situation was somewhat beyond his expectations.

Matsumoto Rangiku and Ise Nanao, who were standing nearby, were so shocked by the scene in the distance that they were stunned, and it looked like their world views were completely destroyed.

"Here, what happened?!"

"There is no mention of this situation in the intelligence at all!"

They couldn't understand.

The black shadow on the giant arm spread down, covering an area of ​​100 meters, until it swallowed up all the corpses lying on the ground.

The tremendous spiritual pressure began to erupt again, like an angry volcano.

"The cliff of stillness, the wind of fire that cannot be touched, the power of God that cannot be reflected."

The people of the Ukitake family began to chant the ghost spell. With the blessing of spiritual pressure, the magnificent sound spread throughout the entire desolate land, forming an echo that continued to linger.

"Darkness gathers here to sacrifice the power of souls."

"Follow your heart and guide it within yourself."

He spoke very quickly, and the sacrificial ceremony was completed in just a moment.

As the chanting of the ghost spell ended, the black lines covering an area of ​​hundreds of meters instantly gathered and condensed, all gathering on his body.

The next moment, countless lines emerged from beneath his skin, forming a pair of emotionless eyes.

The spiritual pressure, which was originally only at the sixth level of spiritual power, suddenly erupted, breaking through the shackles one after another and reaching the level of the third level of spiritual power.

The other people around him were blown away by this spiritual pressure and fell heavily to the ground.

"Creating a god?"

Su Feng looked at the scene in front of him and said thoughtfully, "The Fuzhu family really found a shortcut."

He already roughly understood the purpose of this group of guys.

At the cost of the lives of the Ryudoji family members, they offered sacrifices to "Mimihagi-sama" in exchange for powerful power.

but.

In Sufeng's memory, Mimihaji is a god who will dedicate and protect everything he has except his eyes.

And now, not to mention the eyes, even the spiritual particles contained in them have been completely taken away and all belong to the member of the Ukitake family.

The real meaning of "eat it all cleanly".

With the disappearance of the "Spirit King's Right Arm", the originally maintained static barrier also disappeared directly, the spirit particles resumed flowing, and a breeze gradually rose.

The priest standing in place suddenly turned around, and his eyes exposed on his body rolled around, looking towards the position of Sufeng and others.

"Anyone who peeks at the sacrifice will die!"

A surge of spiritual pressure erupted, and black shadows covered the sky, making this desolate land even darker, as if night had arrived.

"Although I failed to stop the sacrificial ceremony."

Su Feng gently pushed with his left thumb, and a cold light flashed, "But I can still avenge you."

"Rangiku, Nanao, go deal with the others."

"Leave this guy to me..."

However, before he could finish his words, another spiritual pressure came from afar.

"Beast bones scattered everywhere!"

"The wheels of the red crystal steel on the spire, when they move, they are the wind, when they are still, they are the sky, and the sound of the long spears hitting each other resounds throughout the virtual city!"

A voice that sounded weak and tired came closer and closer.

"Ahem, the sixty-third of the Broken Path: Thunder Roar Cannon!"

next moment.

The dim sky was illuminated by golden lightning, and the sound of explosions spread throughout the desolate land!

Chapter 38: The love-hate entanglement of the Ukitake family, the overly aloof Jushiro

Rumble!

Golden lightning blasted down from the sky, landing accurately near the ancient building, and the sound of the explosion shattered the silence.

It was like a spear piercing through heaven and earth, tearing the barren land apart.

The air seemed to be burned, and the smell of burning was everywhere.

The all-out attack directly reduced the ancient building to ruins. Countless debris and dust scattered everywhere, burying the people who were offering sacrifices.

"You really know how to pick the right time, Captain Ukitake."

Su Feng's tone was very hostile, full of gunpowder:

"You didn't show up before all the members of the Ryudoji family died suddenly. Did you come to clean up after the sacrifice was completed?"

The person who suddenly appeared and launched the Badō without any explanation was the current captain of the 13th Division, the pride of the Ukitake family, Ukitake Jushiro.

"Ahem, ahem, Captain Sufeng, please don't misunderstand."

The sickly Ukitake Shishiro coughed twice, and a very forced smile appeared on his honest face.

"I'm only here to atone for my sins..."

hum-

In the distance, spiritual pressure burst out, and dust was stirred and scattered.

The scene showed dozens of figures standing in place. The leader was covered with black lines, and countless eyes were even attached to his feather robe, which was very terrifying.

"Brother, you have violated the rules of the Ukitake family."

Ukitake Jushiro's expression turned more serious, "It is absolutely forbidden to sacrifice the flesh and soul of a noble to Mimihaji-sama."

"You told me this rule."

However, the only response he got was crazy laughter and a face so hideous that it was unrecognizable.

"Hahaha!"

"You're still as pretentious as ever, Ukitake Jushiro."

"There is no Lord Mimihaji left in the ancestral hall now. It is just a little bit of the remaining power of the Spirit King!"

The black figure had a ferocious expression and roared angrily, "Sir Mimihaji was eaten by you hundreds of years ago!"

"You have monopolized the power of Mimihaji-sama, and now you come here to pretend to be a good person."

“It’s so disgusting!!”

As his emotions became turbulent, the materialized black spiritual pressure around him became increasingly solid, transforming into shadows that kept wriggling.

"What happened back then was not something I could control."

Ukitake Jushiro shook his head and said helplessly, "It was Master Mimihaji who chose me as the carrier."

"My parents just wanted me to keep living."

Sufeng listened to the conversation between the two brothers and combined it with the information he knew, he roughly understood what the situation was.

When Ukitake Jushiro was three years old, he suffered from a serious lung disease. Even the doctors at Mao Shayakuin at the time were unable to cure him. However, his parents were unwilling to give up and tried to pray to Mimihaki through a sacrifice.

Fortunately, Mimihaji responded to the sacrifice and chose Ukitake Jushiro as the carrier, and almost all of his power poured into his internal organs.

What remains in the ancestral hall is only a part of the power of the Spirit King left over from countless years.

The real Spirit King's right arm had already merged with Ukitake Jushiro.

As to how his brother knew these secrets, it is unknown.