Death: This Death is not serious

"Maybe he feels that after suppressing our consciousness, we can't exert the due combat power."

Saito Furuobushi grinned, but a trace of cruelty appeared on his face unconsciously.

"That little guy named Aozaki Mayuki is quite strong and ruthless. I like him, but I don't know where he ran away."

Shikatori Bayunsai was stunned, then shook his head: "I still think he is quite gentle."

"That kind of thing doesn't matter!"

Shifengyuan Chihiro laughed:

"It just so happens that the old guy Yamamoto chopped off my head last time. This time I must take revenge!"

The first generation captains moved their bodies, but found that although their consciousness was still there, they were still affected by the will of hell.

There seemed to be a voice echoing in their minds, forcing them to obey the orders of the will of hell.

Shifengyuan Chihiro roared.

The whole person rushed towards Yamamoto like an illusory shadow, and the Zanpakuto in his hand chopped it fiercely with a sharp momentum.

Watching the close combat and the sword-fighting between Shifengyuan Chihiro and Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.

The first generation captains stood in place and fell into silence.

On the surface, they seemed to be observing the two attentively, ready to join the battle at any time.

But in fact, they were deliberately delaying time.

Hell gave them independent consciousness, so how to execute the orders of hell depends entirely on their own judgment.

They have been struggling in the Soul Society for so many years, and they have long understood how to deal with bosses who deliberately make things difficult for others.

I also want to fight, but what should I do if I can't find the right time to attack?

In short, there is only one word - delay.

The group of nobles a thousand years ago was also very difficult to deal with, but Yamamoto was more stubborn than the two old guys, Nobu Tsuyoshi and Nigu Saizo, and he always protected them.

If Yamamoto hadn't been suppressing them, with the temperament of this group of people, they would have killed all the disobedient ones, and they didn't care whether the waste would cause a flood after death.

"Guilty people, atone for what you have done. Now, go and kill those guys immediately!"

Byragon's voice exploded in my ears gloomily.

His words seemed to contain some mysterious magic that made people irresistible.

The first generation captains sighed helplessly and rushed up one after another.

There was no way, who made Byragon the jailer of hell?

For these guilty people, Byragon has absolute suppression power in terms of rules.

On Byragon's skull face, there was a clear look of complacency and a hint of resentment.

Damn it! It's so damned!

It's all because of those two damn guys, Aozaki Mayu and Aizen Sosuke, who forced me, the king of Hueco Mundo, into such a situation.

I am now in such a miserable state, without any power to resist, and can only let others manipulate me at will!

Don't look at him leading a group of strong men at the moment.

But so what?

On the surface, he looks majestic, but in fact, he is still just a prisoner.

In this hell, even as a jailer, he must follow the rules of hell.

What is the difference between this and being in prison?

It's just like a prisoner doing voluntary labor!

But compared to those guilty people, he doesn't have to bear punishment and lives a relatively easy life.

But for this ancient king, everything he has experienced in recent decades is undoubtedly the greatest insult to his dignity.

First he was forced to bow down to Aizen, and then he was ruthlessly killed by Aozaki Mazuki, and even had to work for free after coming to hell.

Such a series of heavy blows, how can this proud king endure it?

No, it must not stop here!

Revenge must be taken!

Since Aizen and Aozaki Mazuki are no longer here...

The ancient king stood up suddenly, and the black chains on his body suddenly became agitated, dancing and twisting wildly.

Then, these chains quickly condensed into a huge and dark axe in his hands.

"Then let's start with Aozaki Mayu's teacher!"

Byragon showed a cruel smile on his face, and his figure flashed, leaving a trail of afterimages, and rushed straight to where Yamamoto was.

However, just as he was about to reach his destination, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Byragon looked carefully and found that Aizen had raised his Zanpakutō at some point and blocked him steadily in front of him.

He was stunned, staring at Aizen Sosuke with a puzzled look, and asked in disbelief:

"What did you do to deceive my clairvoyance?"

Aizen did not answer, still maintaining the same smile as always, but a hint of imperceptible teasing flashed in his eyes.

He asked back: "Clairvoyance?"

Byragon chuckled sarcastically, raised his hand and pointed at himselfAn eye covered by a keyhole tattoo said proudly:

"Hmph, this is the power that hell has given to us jailers. No matter how the three worlds hide their spiritual pressure, they can't escape our eyes."

"Really? Then I know why you can't feel my spiritual pressure."

Aizen's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a mysterious smile.

Bylergan frowned slightly when he heard this, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

He was about to ask, but saw the smile on Aizen's face disappear instantly.

Then, Bylergan felt a flash in front of his eyes, and Aizen's figure disappeared.

The next moment, Bylergan felt a chill coming from behind.

He turned around suddenly, and saw Aizen appear behind him without knowing when.

At this time, Aizen had cold eyes, holding a flashing Zanpakuto in his hand, stabbing straight at him.

Bylergan was shocked, but he accepted the power of hell and reacted very quickly.

He quickly dodged sideways and raised his giant axe to chop at Aizen.

However, before Bylergan's axe blade touched Aizen, he felt a sharp pain.

It turned out that Aizen's Zanpakutō had pierced his chest.

Bylergan's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

He didn't understand how Aizen could be so powerful that he could easily defeat him.

Aizen looked at Bylergan's painful expression and smiled again.

"It's not that you didn't feel my spiritual pressure, but you didn't know that you had felt it."

"When did you have the illusion that I didn't use the mirror flower and water moon?"

Aizen's voice came again. Although his tone was still calm, it was no different from humiliation in Bylergan's ears.

This was the second time he was defeated by that Zanpakutō. The first time was when he surrendered to the other party.

Thinking of the bad memories, Bylergan's face instantly became ugly.

"You guy..."

Bylergan roared.

However, before he finished speaking, his head flew out and turned into spirit particles and dissipated into the air.

After dealing with Bylergan, Aizen turned his attention to Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni and Unohana Retsu who were standing aside.

Obviously, despite Unohana Retsu's help, it was still a bit difficult for Yamamoto to defeat those powerful opponents with only his Shikai.

The enemy they faced was the captain of the first generation of the Gotei 13, and with the blessing of the power of hell, his strength was raised to a whole new level.

Aizen frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

He stared at the old face of Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, and a figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

Then, he slowly took off his glasses on the bridge of his nose, pulled his short hair back, and whispered softly:

"I'm not like you, becoming weak. It's just that if this world is destroyed, my ambition will never be realized. That's all."