Being the King of Dharma in Ultra World

Yan Yuan: "It's just the rules of frost."

Yamamoto Genryusai: "What is the power of your Zanpakutō?"

Yan Yuan shook his head: "I didn't even draw my sword, how could it be the power of my Zanpakutō?"

Then Yan Yuan used the power of light to make another wrapped wooden staff for Liu Ren Ruohuo.

"this!"

Even though Yamamoto Genryusai was knowledgeable and experienced, he was still a little overwhelmed.

It takes some kind of magical power to accomplish this.

No matter how powerful he is, he is just a strong man in the universe. Some things are indeed beyond his understanding.

"Then let's go to Central Room 46."

Only after hearing Yan Yuan's words did Yamamoto Genryusai come back to his senses.

Looking at the Ryujin Jakka in his hand, which had turned back into a cane, he sighed and said

"After all, I am old and have lost my spirit."

If he were young, no matter how strong the enemy was, he would not give up, but would find ways to defeat the enemy at all costs. Now that he is old, he no longer has time to try many things.

Then he followed Yan Yuan to Central Room 46.

Coincidentally, Aizen, who was supposed to be dead, is now hiding in the Central Forty-sixth Room.

He was completely unaware of the arrival of Yan Yuan and the others. Yamamoto Genryusai wanted to hide his aura so that no one in Soul Society could detect it.

Then, under the guidance of Yan Yuan, Yamamoto Genryusai saw the members of the Central 46th Room who had been dead for a long time. The blood had dried up, and judging from the condition of the bodies, the time of death was before the invasion of the Travel Disaster.

That was probably when Rukia Kuchiki was sentenced to death.

At this moment, Yamamoto Genryusai's thoughts had begun to change.

Then, Yan Yuan saw Aizen.

However, Yamamoto Genryusai had been hit by Aizen's magic, so he didn't see him. Yan Yuan took the opportunity to break the illusion of magic for him. Then Yamamoto Genryusai felt the mist in front of his eyes dissipate, and Aizen, who should have been dead, was silently flipping through some books here.

Looks very leisurely.

Yan Yuan used Ultraman's telekinesis to tell Yamamoto Genryusai

"Do you want to go meet him?"

Yamamoto Genryusai snorted coldly and was about to draw his sword.

There would be nothing easier for him than to draw his sword and end it all.

But Yan Yuan stopped him: "Don't do that. He owes too much debt and has too many creditors. If you draw your sword, he will die, and then he won't be able to pay his debts."

"And aren't you curious about what he did?"

Hearing this, Yamamoto Genryusai temporarily suppressed his anger.

Kill with one knife, the simplest and most effective way.

But the problems that followed were a mess and I didn’t know how to deal with them.

This society is so complicated.

The old man in the mountain felt a little uncomfortable.

Yan Yuan didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

His target is the Spirit King.

Let's kill Aizen now, what will the Soul King say?

This Spirit King is quite powerful. When he finds something wrong, his real body will disappear, leaving behind an empty shell. Yan Yuan will have nowhere to complain.

I originally thought that I was just coming here for a vacation, but I didn't expect that the word "mission" was silently written behind this vacation.

Nanase Risa suddenly spoke up: "In fact, according to my calculations, killing Aizen wouldn't have any impact."

The old man in the mountain looked at the talking puppet in shock.

"Is this puppet alive?"

Yan Yuan: "I guess so..."

"So, what does your inference mean?"

Nanase Risa said, "Aizen looks like a chess player, but in the end he's just a chess piece. Would you go all out on a chess piece?"

Yan Yuan: "Why are you looking at me? I'm not a politician. I once tried to play chess but I was a mess. How can I possibly understand these things?"

Then Yan Yuan looked at Yamamoto Genryusai.

Yamamoto Genryusai turned his head and said: "I am not a very qualified politician either."

"Maybe, never mind~ Kuchiki Byakuya is even less qualified."

They really don't have this talent.

Nanase Risa: “I’m really impressed.”

"Politicians never put all their hopes on one person or one thing, because then there is no room for maneuver!"

"Aizen is just a chess piece. If he dies, he dies. Just replace him with another chess piece."

Yamamoto Genryusai asked, "Is there anyone behind Aizen?"

Yan Yuan: "Aizen has his own ambitions and ideas, but someone is taking advantage of his ambitions behind the scenes."

Yamamoto Genryusai nodded, perhaps understanding what was going on.

I just didn't expect that there were so many big conspiracies under my control that I hadn't discovered.

"So, do you know who is behind this?"

Yan Yuan: "Oh, it's the Spiritual King."

Yamamoto Genryusai: "???"

The old man in the mountain felt that he must be dreaming today.

It is understandable that dreams of the elderly are closer to reality, because they have experienced more.

How is it possible that someone could extinguish Ryujin Jakka with just their hands?

They are all dreams, illusions.

Captain Aizen is still the highly praised good captain, everything is so natural, the Central 46th Room should still be in a meeting, discussing the location of the next dinner or something.

Anyway, it’s definitely not like it is now.

Yan Yuan thought about it and finally decided not to attack Aizen.

A known person is more stable than something unknown.

After leaving the Central 46th Room with Yamamoto Genryusai, Yan Yuan simply said goodbye to him.

Not long after that, Yan Yuan felt the spiritual pressure of Kenpachi Zaraki and Ichigo Kurosaki.

The spiritual pressure between the two is similar, and Ichigo Kurosaki is usually more skilled in combat.

But after Kenpachi Zaraki really regarded Ichigo Kurosaki as his opponent, he began to use kendo.

It's not that he doesn't know how to use it, he just doesn't bother to use it.

Now that he had found an equally powerful opponent, there was no point in just blindly hacking and killing people.

Fighting with kendo has its own unique flavor!

Ichigo Kurosaki showed no fear at all. He raised the Chang Zangetsu in his hand high with a determined look.

"This is my determination!"

Ichigo Kurosaki's spiritual pressure continued to rise, as if there was no limit.

Seeing this scene, Kenpachi Zaraki couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, that's it, that's it!"

"Ikkaku and that god of death were right, you are my rival!!!"

In excitement, the shackles were gradually loosened, and the power that was blocked by Kenpachi himself was gradually released.

Standing on a high place and watching the battle, Yachiru Kusaka also had a smile on his face.

"Xiaojian is happy!"

The souls of both sides resonated, and the blue and golden spiritual pressures complemented each other. The entire battle scene seemed to be hit by a hurricane. At this time, a group of death gods had surrounded them, but no one could get close. They could only watch from afar. However, despite this, they still found it difficult to breathe, as if a huge rock was pressing on their chest.

Under the powerful spiritual pressure, the Zanpakuto with many gaps in Kenpachi Zaraki's hand changed its appearance and turned into an absurdly large machete. The handle was bent with a strange arc, and the front end of the huge blade was like the root of a normal sword, with a huge arrowhead, and something similar to a spear cherry hanging on the arrowhead.

Judging from this structure, the handle in Kenpachi Zaraki's hand looks more like the tip of the sword.

Ichigo Kurosaki looked at this ridiculously large Zanpakuto and felt quite emotional.

"I used to think that the bigger the Zanpakutō, the more powerful it was, but it wasn't until later that I realized that power is not something that can be judged from the outside!"

Kenpachi Zaraki: "Then use your sword to touch this seemingly powerful wild beast of mine!"

As soon as the words fell, the power of both sides suddenly exploded, creating a hurricane. The golden and blue spiritual pressure collided in the air. The two swords, one long and one short, collided with the exaggeratedly large machete. The crazy spiritual pressure spread everywhere, blowing the two men's hair into pieces, as if they were crazy.

"Exciting, so exciting!"

Kenpachi Zaraki turned his wrist, and the huge blade suddenly turned around, then slashed at Ichigo Kurosaki from bottom to top, leaving a long wound.

Ichigo Kurosaki was not one to be bullied, and he counterattacked swiftly. High-density spiritual pressure surrounded the blade and condensed into a condensed sword energy, Crescent Moon Sky Strike, but he did not release it. Instead, it remained on the blade to enhance the cutting power. At the same time, at a very fast speed, he took advantage of the time when Kenpachi Zaraki was unable to retract his sword and left a deep wound on Kenpachi Zaraki's body.

The battle between the two evenly matched people was not like that between martial arts masters, who fought for three days and three nights.

Instead, they fought each other without paying any attention to defense, and each blow took a piece of flesh and blood from the opponent.

The strongest spiritual pressures kept colliding with each other until the air was burned away, until the very end.

The two men were exhausted and fell down together.

This battle seemed to end in a draw.

However, the protagonist, Ichigo Kurosaki, still climbed up from the ground with his great willpower.

He still has to go and save Rukia Kuchiki, he must not fall here!

Then a rock fell from the sky and hit Ichigo Kurosaki on the head, destroying his last bit of strength and causing him to completely lose consciousness.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Yuan jumped down carrying the grass deer Ba Qianliu.

"You have a strong will."

“It’s very unscientific.”

He exiled Kusaka Yachi to the ground and said, "You take Kenpachi to the hospital. I'll take Ichigo away."

Seeing Kusaka Hachikyuu looking a little worried, Yan Yuan smiled and said

"Don't worry, I won't let him die."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ichigo Kurosaki's spiritual pressure completely dissipated.

Died.

Yan Yuan: “…”

Looking at the angry Caolu Baqianliu, Yan Yuan helplessly spread his hands.

"You saw this too. I didn't have time to do anything. Don't blame me!"

Chapter 727 The Death Penalty is Cancelled

After saying that, Yan Yuan stretched out his hand and placed it on Kurosaki Ichigo, and the spirit particles that had begun to dissipate gathered again.

Afterwards, the wounds on Kurosaki Ichigo's body began to heal after the spirit particles gathered. By the time Yan Yuan stopped, Kurosaki Ichigo had become completely uninjured.

It's just that the mental exhaustion has caused Ichigo Kurosaki to still be in a deep sleep.

After feeling that Kurosaki Ichigo's spiritual pressure had returned to normal, Kusaka Yachiru also breathed a sigh of relief and said

"You must take good care of Xiaoyi, otherwise Xiaojian will have no rival."

Yan Yuan nodded and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the opponent will be left to him."