The Black Dragon's Road to God Beginning from Pirates

Chapter 136 136. Yuhabach was sealed (please collect, please recommend)
This time, everyone present was shocked, and they all muttered: "Is this monk so strong?"

Lian Yamamoto couldn't help but admire his old comrade-in-arms, who looked so young at such an age, but his fighting power was still the same as before. He said with emotion: "Monk, after so many years, your iron palm is still so strong!"

The person known as the monk turned his head to look at Yamamoto and laughed loudly: "Yamamoto, after so many years, I still have black hair, and you are very old, do you want me to ask Lingwang to put You can also get into the zero team, what do you think?"

At first hearing this, I feel that this is a kind persuasion full of old friendship, but in Yamamoto's ears, what is the difference from malicious ridicule?
Thinking back to the beginning of Team Zero's establishment, the monk invited me many times, but I refused all of them. Now, what's the point of doing this?
Ridiculous to your face?
The old man Yamamoto held back his anger, his face was full of veins, and he wanted to beat the monk up, but he scolded him a long time ago: "You are really there, Ichibei of the military master, after so many years, you are still like that!" To hold grudges, I really did not humiliate you with the Zanpakuto that blackens everything in the world!"

But the old teammate who knows the basics, who doesn't know whose combat effectiveness?There is nothing Yamamoto can do to take the monk, and the monk knows this well, just pretending that there is no such thing, grabbing Yamamoto's set of bones and cotton palms and insisting on killing him!

But unlike the flirting between the two, Yuhabach, who was caught by the monk's thousand-handed palm, was not honest at all: the spirits from all over the air gathered in that palm , turned the original flesh-colored palm into glistening white, and it was still swelling up and down, obviously the Hughbach inside was about to come out.

But the monk not far away didn't live for nothing, and shouted to Ermeiwu Wangyue who was standing on the water: "Hey, Dao Shen, there are so many spirits, you should work!"

These words made the knife god who was dancing happily by himself in the distance lost his mood, looked at the monk distressed, and complained: "Little monk, I really hate it! This matter is really troublesome, why? You don't do it?"

But after all, there is still work to be done. The Sword God disappeared instantly on the water, and appeared in front of the monk's Qianshoutongtian. Looking at the gleaming palm, he said with emotion: "What a delicious hoof!"

However, his actions were different from what he said. After all, the sheath in his hand was unambiguous. Facing the spirits gathered from all directions, he performed a sword dance in front of his palm. From time to time, a silver light flashed in vain.

Moreover, as the knife wandered around, the silver light formed a small circle, cutting up all the spirits that were about to float over, turning Yuhabach into rootless water.

Compared with the sword god dancing here, the monk is not idle below. Originally, he was holding the thick brush in his right hand, and he was embracing it with one hand.

But Yamamoto knew that this was the Zanpakuto of the monk, the only sword that still uses the word "打" to describe it, regardless of its power, but those who don't pay attention will be dyed black by this sealed sword that is biased towards the rules of ghosts. Incomparable, nowhere to hide.

In fact, this is also the case. When the monk held the brush with both hands together, it suddenly turned into a brush that took up ink and kept dripping ink. The originally clean and translucent lake water was continuously dripped with ink in an instant.

Turn the original poetic and picturesque pure white picture into dots of ink, and those who don't know it will think that someone is swaying on it.

And the monk's swipe of ink let Yamamoto know that he was really moving!

As the ink dripped more and more, even a little bit of ink dripped into the lake, but with the perseverance of water dripping through stone, the whole lake became a pen washing pool in front of Wang Xi's house, which was as black as jade.

Then these blacks seemed to be alive, they suddenly came alive and flowed continuously, especially the closer to the monk, the more so.

The four captains of Jinglingting who watched from a distance felt hairy all over, "This scene is indescribably weird!"

Especially Jingle Chunshui got goosebumps all over his body. It was the first time he saw the monk's ability, and he felt: "Is it so weird?"

Quickly shaking his body, he turned his head to Fuzhu Shishiro and asked, "Fuzhu, if I remember correctly, this is our first monk's ability, right?"

Then, looking at Kuchiki Yinling and Sifengyuan Asuka, he asked with a half-smile: "As the second of the four nobles who have been with you since the time of King Ling, you should be very clear about the ability of the monk, so it is not convenient for me to disclose it. One or two?"

When the three of them heard this, Fuzhu just wanted to say: "Chunshui, don't make things difficult for others!" But as soon as the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.Because when he saw the two captains in front of him, he turned a blind eye to Chunshui's words, as if he didn't hear them, and just watched the fighting scene over there.

Let Fu Zhu understand immediately that there are deficiencies and inhumaneness in it, and he thought to himself: "If you really want to know, you should ask the teacher!"

Then he looked back at Chun Shui and shook his head slightly: "Sign him to stop entangled in this issue!"

But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and Ukitake quickly overturned his plan. In his eyes, the tip of the iceberg of the monk's Zanpakuto ability appeared immediately:
The monk suddenly picked up the writing brush in his hands and poked it down into the already pitch-black jade-like lake, just like sticking the writing brush into the inkstone, dipped it back and forth, then took a deep breath, and picked up the writing brush.At first glance, the water absorption is very good, and there is no water dripping down.

While holding the writing brush that was ready, the monk suddenly absorbed a large amount of Reishi, which was transformed into a large amount of Reiatsu through his scarred hands, and was transferred from his hands to the writing brush.

Using the air in front of his chest as paper, relying on his pen, he immediately drew a circle end to end.

Everyone looked at this circle and didn't know what he was going to do?
But the monk quickly gave everyone the answer, and he started writing again:

This time he did it in one go, splashing ink in the circle, horizontally and vertically like an ax chisel, writing stroke by stroke, the handwriting is strong and powerful, giving people the feeling that the force is piercing the back of the paper. People seem to be in front of themselves with such strokes and strokes.

When everyone took a closer look, they realized that the monk was already finishing the work, with a last stroke and a slanted point added.

Only then did I realize that emotion is a "seal" character, and the ink on it is still flowing because it is mixed with a large number of spiritual particles, just like a living thing.

The monk who finished the pen didn't pause at all. He turned around 360° on the spot, and used his inertia to fly the words in front of him to Yuhabach!
And the sword god who saw this, ran away quickly!

As soon as he left, the word was clinging to the palm of his hand, slowly covering it, sealing the palm tightly, and Yuhabach was sealed in it!
(End of this chapter)