I have a Zanpakutō

special skills, no

The current plane, death

"It's really a system! Sure enough, it's not that the protagonist's treatment is not there, but it's standing in front of you, waiting for you to discover it!"

The surprise came so suddenly that Zhang Han was stunned for a long time without reacting.

After a long time, Zhang Han checked the attribute interface more than ten times, the surprise in his eyes gradually turned into anxiety, and then disappointment.

"Depressed, I really thought it would be the addition of the system. From now on, the rhythm of the journey is just an interface to display the attributes of the body." Zhang Han swung his knife and slashed on the tree trunk beside him depressedly, his eyes fell on Touching the dark red sword, "No, there is no system, I have Zanpakuto!"

Looking carefully at the interface in front of him, the column of special props clearly shows the name of Zanpakuto, all things!

"Already know the name of Zanpakuto, does it mean that I can start to understand it?" Zhang Han thought in his heart, stroking the blade unconsciously with his left hand, "However, what is the liberation language, it is not on the interface!"

"It doesn't matter, let's try it first."

In line with the principle of never BBing if he can do it, Zhang Han held the Zanpakuto flat with his right hand, tightly grasped the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, lowered his head slightly, very much like the movement of Kurosaki Ichigo when he swastika.

"Let's untie it, myriad phenomena!"

No movement!

"Let's scatter, all kinds of things!"

Still no response!

"Break it, all things!"

. . .

"Let's do Ling Wu, everything is everywhere!"

. . .

"Sit upright in the frosty sky, everything in the sky!"

. . .

"All the waves are my shield, all the thunder is my blade—everything!"

. . .

"Listen to my voice, abandon fear, face the front squarely, never stop moving forward, retreat will weaken, timidity will bring death, call out, my name is Zhanyue... no, all things!"

It was quiet in the woods, only the rustling of leaves fluttering in the wind.Zhang Han held the handle of the knife with both hands, the tip of the knife touched the ground, and his expression of frustration was beyond words.

"Could it be that my strength is too weak to get your approval?" Zhang Han lowered his head and muttered to himself, then clenched his right hand into a fist and said firmly, "Yes, it must be like this! But I will work hard, no matter how difficult it is, I will never give up!"

In a trance, at this moment, Naruto Uzumaki possessed his body, and from then on, he fought against heaven and earth, climbed to the pinnacle of life, and won Bai Fumei, which seemed to be no longer a dream. . .

Chapter 4，南流魂街78区

Time flies, years go by!

In the blink of an eye, it has been a month since Zhang Han came to the world of God of Death.

The leaves on the tree are all withered and yellow, and the ground is covered with layers of fallen leaves, which gradually wither and decay, and then turn into nutrients to nourish the earth, waiting for the next year, when the branches will be full of spring.

Over the course of a month, the breeze that once passed by became colder and colder, and there were fewer and fewer wild fruits that could satisfy one's hunger.

"The weather is getting colder and colder, it seems that it's time to go to the village, otherwise it will be very difficult in winter." Zhang Han frowned and looked at the dirty T-shirt and jeans on his body, "I knew I would travel through time, Just bring a few more clothes to change.”

Of course, Zhang Han knew in his heart that his physical body had already been shattered as early as the beginning of time travelling. His current body is made up of soul and spirit particles. Even if he had spare clothes, he couldn’t bring them here, let alone use them. .

During this month, apart from looking for food, Zhang Han spent the rest of his time exercising.Run around the woods, push-ups, leapfrogs, sit-ups, pull-ups. . .etc.

Reapers cannot absorb spirits directly, they can only obtain them from food.Extract the spiritual power in the body through long-term practice, and then cultivate the spiritual power to nourish and temper the soul and increase the spiritual pressure.When the spiritual pressure is strong, more spiritual power can be extracted, and the control over the spiritual power can be improved, and so on.

The difference between Zhang Han and ordinary Shinigami is that he can use the Zanpakuto to absorb the spiritual energy from the outside world, and then through extraction, arrangement and combination, he can integrate the spiritual power already in his body.

Of course, this way of absorbing spiritual power is not unlimited.

As early as half a month ago, the absorption of spiritual power had stagnated.There is no other reason, the body is too weak.

The relationship between the body and spiritual power is like the relationship between a cup and water. The stronger the body, the more spiritual power it can hold.

At the beginning of the journey, Zhang Han's physical fitness was similar to that of ordinary residents of the Soul Realm, but since Aizen took away part of his soul, his physical strength plummeted.Fortunately, the fusion of the spiritual power left by Aichi Maru Gin and the spiritual power delivered by Zanpakutō was able to save his life.

Even so, it still takes half a month of Zanpakuto's continuous delivery of spiritual power to be able to recover.

Now, after a month of unremitting exercise, Zhang Han feels reborn.The four attributes of physical strength, strength, agility, and intelligence have increased from 35 before to 49 now.

After a period of exploration, Zhang Han guessed that these four attributes were similar to the games he played in his previous life.Stamina represents blood volume, strength represents attack power, agility represents movement speed and reaction speed, and intelligence should be Reiatsu.

"After a few more days of training, if the attribute breaks through 50, you should be able to reach the second level of spiritual pressure." Without system wizards and other plug-ins, Zhang Han can only practice while groping.

"Go to the village to find a place to live, and then find out which district this is."

During the recent period, Zhang Han occasionally bumped into people who came to pick wild fruits in the woods, but when they saw his Zanpakuto pinned around his waist, they hurriedly fled the woods.So far I haven't been able to find out where it is.

After walking out of the woods, I arrived at the bank of the river. The river was about five or six meters wide. I tried it with a knife, and the water was about as deep as my crotch.Zhang Han hesitated, looked left and right, and saw no one was around, so he quickly took off his clothes, jumped into the river, and took a comfortable bath.

"Huh? There are fish!" Zhang Han slapped his head, "I'm so stupid! There is a river, how could there be no fish. If I knew it, I wouldn't just stay in the woods and eat wild fruits!"

After being annoyed, Zhang Han started his fishing business.

After working for a long time, I finally caught one, quickly lit a fire, cleaned the fish scales and internal organs, and put it on a rack with sticks to roast it.

No salt, no seasoning, even so, the tangy aroma of meat is no less than a feast prepared by a top chef to Zhang Han who has been eating rotten fruit for a month.Unknowingly, the saliva has flowed to the chest...

In the distance, a man prostrated himself in the grass half a meter high, looking at Zhang Han who was sitting by the fire.Seeing Zanpakutao leaning on Zhang Han's shoulder, he hesitated for a long time, then looked at the golden grilled fish, swallowed hard, held a thick wooden stick, and moved lightly He touched Zhang Han's back.

"Wow, it smells so good! It should be almost the same, huh?"

"what!"

As if feeling the cold wind blowing from behind, Zhang Han instinctively tilted his head, and the severe pain in his shoulder made him scream out.

"Who are you? Why did you attack me?"

Zhang Han quickly stood up, took a few steps back, and stared at the other party with the knife in his hand.

Barefoot, rough and tattered clothes, patched everywhere, a dirty blue turban covering his head, a scar on the right cheek extending to the corner of his mouth, adding a bit of ferocious aura.

The other party seemed to have no intention of answering, so they swung the wooden stick at Zhang Han's head.

Zhang Han took two steps back again, dodging the attack.