Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto - Chapter 1490 The bell rings 12 times, and the 0-year **** battle begins! (4)

The beginning of the beauty man, a Zanpakutao Chapter 1490 The bell rings twelve times, and the thousand-year **** battle begins! Four

Within Sode Shirayuki's frozen domain, Ukitake Toshiro was frozen into ice.

Moreover, as if to prevent him from escaping, the thickness of the ice layer reached about half a meter. As a result, Fuzhu, who was already weak, was severely injured twice, almost cutting off all means of survival.

"It's all like this, and it's still not dead?"

Zhibo Haiyan showed a hint of teasing, through the thick layer of ice, she noticed that Ukitake's eyes moved.

"This is a captain-level soul, and it's generally very tough." Rukia on the side wiped the blood on the white snow on her sleeve, and said calmly: "Besides, he avoided the vital point just now, and it's not surprising that he still kept his breath. .”

ever!

The white snow on the sleeves was sheathed, and the cold air wafting around slowly warmed up.

Rukia glanced at the central area of ​​Jingling Court, and said, "Don't waste time here, we have more important things to do, over there... I guess it won't last long."

"You go first, I have something to do."

As Zhiba Haiyan said, she held a gun and walked towards Shishiro Ukitake.

Obviously, he is going to kill the grass.

"Okay, then you move quickly."

Rukia was not surprised, she nodded: "Don't play for too long, we still have business to do."

"Don't worry, don't worry, it won't take long." Zhibo Haiyan licked her lips, staring at Ukitake, with a flash of greed in her eyes: "It's hard to come across such a high-quality soul, let's taste it a little... Not for long."

The tip of the tongue swept over the upper row of teeth, and the redness in the eyes became more intense.

The way he looked at Shishiro Ukitake was like looking at a plate of delicious, tender and juicy steak. Without the slightest bit of concealment, there was a burst of naked greed and appetite.

Rukia curled her lips and left immediately.

"Hee hee hee, finally left, now there are only two of us left."

After waiting for a while, Zhibo Haiyan's lips were raised wildly, her body was trembling slightly, and the child's hole seemed to be enlarged. Obviously, he was very excited: "Ukitake Shishiro, do you know why I stayed?"

Frozen in the ice, Fuzhu was accumulating spiritual pressure at the moment, intending to shatter the ice layer in one breath, and didn't care to listen to what he had to say.

But Zhiba Haiyan didn't care, and said to herself: "I have learned about your information, Ukitake Shishiro, the captain of the 13th division, has been seriously ill since he was young, and he almost died. It is the gift of the Great God to live to this day and serve as the captain, am I right?"

The one-eyed god... The four words made Fuzhu Tongkong tremble slightly.

"I've searched all the classics in the world of corpses and souls, but there is no record about the 'one-eyed god'." Zhibo Haiyan noticed the change in his eyes, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and said with a chuckle: "So, I have a guess."

"Perhaps, there has never been a one-eyed god."

He narrowed his eyes, approached Fuzhu, and stared closely at the other person's face: "The so-called one-eyed **** is just the incarnation of a certain existence, and the person who really empowers you is actually... ...Spirit King!"

Katsa!

The half-meter-thick solid ice covering the floating bamboo was suddenly shaken out of several cracks.

A trace of extremely dangerous spiritual pressure overflowed, carrying a suffocating killing intent. Fu Zhu's eyes were completely icy cold, brewing a deep trembling aura, constantly destroying the layer of ice that bound him.

"Hee hee hee, it seems that my guess is indeed correct."

Faced with the heavy coercion before the violent storm, Zhibo Haiyan's face remained unchanged, but became more excited: "In your body, there is still the power of the Spirit King, if I can swallow it... Ha ha ha ha!"

Fuzhu's heart trembled, he finally knew why the other party didn't kill him immediately after trapping him.

It turns out...the target is the "God Hanging" in his body!

no!

The **** hanging is the power endowed to him by the King of Spirits. At the most critical moment, he can sacrifice his internal organs as a price, so as to completely transform into a one-eyed god, and use this to perform the sealing ceremony.

Once it is taken away by someone, the consequences will be disastrous!

Thinking of this, Fuzhu suddenly couldn't sit still, regardless of his serious injury, the spiritual pressure in his body poured out crazily.

Katsa! Katsa! Katsa!

The thick and solid ice continued to shatter, with cracks all over the crystal clear ice layer, as if it was about to collapse at any time.

"Who... are you?!" Fuzhu's lips wriggled with difficulty, and a voice floated out of the ice.

He still needs a little time before he can shatter the solid ice made by Sode Shirayuki.

"You can call me... Mephisto." Zhibo Haiyan grinned, and said with a half-smile: "Did you know? There is only one situation where a demon will tell others about his conspiracy."

Fuzhu's eyelids twitched suddenly, and an extremely ominous premonition crept into his heart.

"That's the time... when you have full confidence!"

Zhibo Haiyan's eyes were tyrannical, and she stabbed out suddenly, cutting through the air like thunder, and directly piercing through the floating bamboo in the ice layer.

Fuzhu couldn't dodge at all, his chest was pierced by a gun, and a bunch of blood flowers came out.

"puff!"

A **** arrow flew out, the ice layer shattered, and Fuzhu knelt on the ground.

"Take a deep breath, remember to take a deep breath, don't die so soon." Zhibo Haiyan was condescending, put the wreath on his neck, and said with a smile: "I specially left a breath for you, after all, a fresh soul is the most delicious."

Hearing this, Fuzhu spurted out another mouthful of blood, feeling so aggrieved that he was about to die.

As the captain of the thirteenth squad, he was plotted so far that he couldn't even show a little bit of strength, and even lost his charm, which is simply a shame.

no... no...

Even if you die, you can't hand over the gods to her!

"Don't think about committing suicide, it's impossible." Zhibo Haiyan saw through Ukitake's thoughts, and immediately laughed: "Without my permission, no one can die in front of me, Mephisto."

Fuzhu tried to mobilize his spiritual power to commit suicide, but found that he couldn't even move a single finger, and his face immediately became distorted.

As Mephisto said, there is no way to commit suicide without her permission.

"Okay, after talking so much nonsense, it's about the same."

Zhibo Haiyan picked up Xihua, walked towards Fuzhu step by step, and opened her mouth: "It's time to taste your taste, the power of the King of Spirits...should not let me down."

"Not good enough to be alone!"

A slightly deep and hoarse voice sounded, followed by a whirlwind like a top.

Sensing the spiritual pressure in the whirlwind, Zhibo Haiyan didn't dare to take it hard, so she had to take a few steps back to dodge the two saber whirlwinds.

The bluestone slab was split by the sword energy, and the spiritual pressure contained in it was so strong that it even split the air out of the transparent tunnel.

Before Zhibo Haiyan got a firm foothold, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, a large cloak of various colors was fluttering, his figure was free and easy, and he held two large knives in both hands, slashing down on his face.

Among the flowers turning, like a dragon, he raised his head from bottom to top, facing the big knife and bumping into it.

when!

Sparks flew, and Reiatsu exploded.

Zhibo Haiyan was shocked by the spiritual pressure and retreated a few steps, her tiger's mouth burst open, and Xihua almost flew out of her hand.

thump thump...

After crushing dozens of bluestone slabs, Zhibo Haiyan finally let go of the strength, stabilized her figure, and looked up at the person who came by. She was wearing a pink overcoat with a frivolous and lazy face, and a handsome middle-aged uncle. .

"Captain of the Eighth Division... Jingraku Shunsui?!"

After seeing the person coming, Zhibo Haiyan shrunk, showing a little shock: "You...why are you here? You shouldn't..."

"Should be in... the present world, right?"

Jing Le Chunshui accepted the words calmly, and said: "I really should be in this world, but...it's a bit of a surprise, I came back to do something, I didn't expect to catch up just in time, you are invading the world of corpses and souls."

"It's just... a little bit!"

Zhibo Haiyan's face was gloomy, like a beast that wanted to eat someone, her teeth were clenched: I can get...that power! Damn it! "

"Well, this situation, if I guessed correctly..."

Jingle Chunshui slowly raised his eyelids, and a look of solemnity flashed in his eyes: "The recent large number of deaths in this world, and the successive disappearances of the resident gods of death, should be caused by you. The purpose is to transfer some captains from the soul world. , disperse our defense forces, and then take the opportunity to invade the Soul Realm, right?"

"Cough cough...cough cough..." Fuzhu coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood~www.novelbuddy.com~ reached out and grabbed the hem of his friend's clothes, and said with difficulty: "Little... ...Be careful, they want to seize...the power of the Spirit King!"

"Don't talk anymore, you have a good rest, Fuzhu."

Jing Le Chunshui's eyes showed a rare murderous intent, and he held both swords together: "Next... leave it to me."

"Cut... it's getting more and more troublesome."

Zhiba Haiyan stared at the two of them with a contorted face, clicked his tongue, and then said in his heart: "Jingle Chunshui is back, and the other captains should be on their way back, hurry up and execute the plan!"

"Jingle Chunshui? Why is he back?"

"Tch, I'm just getting started here, **** it."

"You guys better move quickly, this old man seems to be getting angry, I can't hold back!"

"Got it, got it, hold on for another ten minutes."

Several voices sounded in his mind at the same time.

"Ten minutes..."

Zhibo Haiyan sighed lightly: "I met the person I least want to meet, I hope I can hold on."

In the thirteenth team of the court, the person he was least willing to fight against was the captain of the eighth team...Jingle Shunsui.

If you want to talk about the reason, it is probably that this guy is too deep in his thoughts. If he delays for too long, with Jingle Chunshui's sensitive mind, it is hard to guarantee that something will not be discovered.

So far, I can only do my best.

You can't be too weak, let alone show obvious delays, and you must grasp the scale.

The best thing is to let Jingle Chunshui make a misjudgment and cover up the plan there.

After making up her mind, Zhibo Haiyan turned her head and ran in a certain direction without saying a word, as if she was about to run for her life.