Uchiha's Dimensional Invasion Plan

Chapter 939 Takeover
Monk Yan didn't stay for long, and after handing over the matter to Yamamoto and the gods of death, he returned directly to the Lingwang Palace.

Saving Yamamoto was also the spirit king's intention, using the Nine-Tailed Fox's excuse that he didn't want to see the World of Souls perish was just a poor excuse, and he himself didn't want to meddle in the internal affairs of Seireitei.

Jingle Chunshui and the others understood all this, and so did Hirako Mako.

Otherwise, Yamamoto would have died just now, and once Yamamoto died, everything would be over. There is no such thing as continuing to fight and destroying the soul world.

Unohana's attitude was very serious, and everyone's expressions were inexplicable.

It was within their expectation that Yamamoto was unwilling to accept the change, but Yamamoto planned to drag the soul world to perish together, which was beyond their expectation.

Because no one would have imagined that Yamamoto, the person who single-handedly led the soul world to glory, would finally have the idea to bury thousands of years of painstaking efforts with his own hands.

The collapse of belief will bring everything to destruction. Should it be said that it is indeed a pedantic antique in the world of corpses and souls?

All of this can be understood by Jingle Chunshui and others, but they cannot accept it.

Just like what Mako Hirako said, Yamamoto has grown tired of watching the colorful world in the past ten thousand years.

But they haven't, they don't want to die like this, especially watching the hometown where they grew up go to destruction.

No matter whether it is dying with a little bit of imagination, or surrendering to others to live on, as long as there is hope, then no matter who is standing in front of them, their swords will never tremble.

Although Yamamoto is the one who created all of this, he still can't make decisions for everyone. They are not purely fighting tools, they also have their own ideas.

Faced with countless angry, disappointed, sad, and complicated eyes, Yamamoto could not see the slightest surrender and resignation on his face, let alone remorse and frustration.

He leaned on Zanpakuto, straightened his body vigorously, looked at everyone with firm eyes and said in a deep voice, "Yes, your growth has exceeded my expectations.

But there is absolutely no compromise in the old man's dictionary. If you want to disobey the old man's will, you little devils have to step over this decayed body, otherwise... "

Speaking of this, everyone also understood that if the strength they showed was not strong enough and not good enough in Yamamoto's eyes, then Yamamoto would indeed pull everyone to death.

"I've said it all, what are you doing with so much nonsense with him, this old man won't give in, let's go together, today is the time when the strongest god of death in ten thousand years will become a thing of the past."

Mako Hirako let out a furious roar, clenched the Zanpakuto that had transformed back, and jumped out instantly like a streamer, attacking Yamamoto.

Yamamoto's old eyes narrowed slightly, he plunged the Zanpakutō into the ground heavily, raised his chest, and faced the lasing streamer, as if he had no intention of resisting at all.

In fact, at this point, Yamamoto knew very well that there was no point in resisting anything. Now he has become a complete loner, and even the disciples he trained have abandoned him.

He has run counter to everyone's will, not to mention whether he can defeat these people, even if he can defeat them, in the end there is still nothing.

No one will sit back and watch him launch an indifferent resistance, and then lead the world of souls to destruction.

These people don't know it, Team Zero doesn't know it, even the Spirit King on the throne doesn't know it, or Monk Yan would have stopped these people just now.

Instead of continuing to endure the humiliation at the hands of these juniors, it is better to die generously, retaining the last trace of majesty and decency.

Anyway, let him, an old guy who has lived for tens of thousands of years, kneel at the feet of a woman to survive like these spineless cartilages, he can't do it no matter what.

Liu Guang quickly approached Yamamoto's heart, Mako Hirako already understood Yamamoto's attitude of not intending to resist at all.

It's nothing more than it's hard to accept a severe failure in front of the juniors, so I have the will to die, but I want to be relieved.

This kind of thing is in line with the personality of the old man Yamamoto, and it is also suitable for ending this matter.

And no one else could do it except him.

The following crimes are taboo, especially Jingle Chunshui and others are students of the old man Yamamoto, and killing a teacher is a felony of treason.

There is no one who dares to draw a sword and can swing a sword at Yamamoto, except for him, the former captain of the fifth division who was once designated as a traitor by Yamamoto and fled for many years.

And he was also happy to let a generation of Seireitei's big boss, the strongest god of death in the corpse and soul world, die by his sword.

Broken places should be repaired, rotten places should be cut off, and all pedantic and rigid rules should be discarded.

Young people should be devastated to build a new generation. He, Makoto Hirako, was also the protagonist of an era, and he deserves the honor of opening up territories and paving the way for future generations.

The light of the knife was close to Yamamoto's heart, Hirako Mako seemed to have seen the blood bloom again, and Yamamoto stood upright and unyielding even to death.

Ding, the crisp sound of gold and iron clashing came, Hirako Mako who was passing by was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously looked at Kong Luoluo's hands, and widened his eyes: "Where is my knife?"

"Respecting the old and caring for the young is a virtue. Although this old man is rigid and stubborn, it's a bit of a waste to kill people like this without mercy."

Jie stroked his chin, flicked his fingers, and bounced the Zanpakutō back into Mako Hirako's hand, and said with a little thought.

"It's you!"

After seeing Jie's appearance clearly, everyone's complexion changed, and they took a step back in unison, holding the weapons in their hands tightly.

Although the last meeting was just a hasty one, but Jie is so powerful that no one can forget it.

The majestic and dazzling golden beam of light, even Yamamoto was defeated by one move, and they could only go up with a wave of the other party's hand. If it wasn't for Jie's very few hands, they all suspected that Jie and Nine-Tailed Fox were the same kind of creature.

Jing Le Chun Shui said in a deep voice: "I remember that you are not from the Soul Realm, right?

Trespassing, what is your purpose?If you plan to take refuge here, please ask the owner of this place first. "

When the world of corpses and souls was intact and prosperous, they couldn't deal with Jie, let alone at this critical moment of internal fighting.

Jingle Chunshui suspects that Jie broke in without authorization because he has an illegal purpose, but because they are not opponents at all, he has no choice but to bring out the nine-tailed fox to suppress them. He does not want to deter the opponent, as long as Jie Just come.

Although it was a bit aggrieved to do this kind of thing, Jie's attitude towards Yamamoto made them dare not say anything serious.

Otherwise, the other party would help Yamamoto deal with them, and the trouble would be big.

"The old man doesn't need any mercy, brat! The old man hasn't settled the matter with you yet."

The rescued Yamamoto did not thank Jie, but said something bluntly, and even seemed to have plans to fight Jie.

Jie turned his head and glanced at him, then smiled lightly: "What did you call me just now?"

Yamamoto's expression remained the same: "You little brat, old man!"

Before he finished speaking, Jie's mental power flooded into Yamamoto's mind instantly: "From today on, you have to call me master, do you understand?"

"Yes, master!"

Yamamoto, who was still unyielding just now, suddenly changed his mind, bowed slightly towards Jie, bowed his head respectfully, and stepped aside.

Seeing this scene, everyone's expressions changed abruptly, shock and vigilance flashed in their eyes, and their bodies tensed up subconsciously.

Who is Yamamoto, how could he make such a gesture? Obviously, in the moment just now, Jie used some invisible means to control Yamamoto.

(End of this chapter)