Konoha Soul World lottery system

"I'm so stupid, really." An Ran murmured to himself, seeing the devastation on the ground, bodies burned by flames between the rocks, and thick smoke rising into the sky.

Outside of his sight, gorgeous bubbles and twisted tentacles filled all the space. The beautiful bubbles and twisted tentacles were entangled together to form a disgusting twisted picture.

"Wantless behavior will inevitably lead to a more distorted reality. The reason why the situation in front of us remains reasonable is that other things have swallowed up the unreasonable part."

The ruined city in sight was swallowed up by tentacles and bubbles, and the nameless fog tore apart its disguise and revealed itself in front of An Ran.

The moment he looked directly at the monster, An Ran's brain began to become confused, and vague whispers echoed in his ears, sometimes far and sometimes near.His eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog, his stomach juices were tumbling as if they were about to penetrate into his lungs, evil will was stirring in his brain, the monster in front of him was unabashedly releasing endless malice, and chaotic hallucinations flashed before his eyes.

The blood mist swallowed up An Ran's power. When An Ran wreaked havoc in the illusion, he was also tempering the blood mist's body.The power that An Ran used to break through the illusion was all absorbed into the body by the illusion.

Monsters possessing chakra and spiritual power, the nameless fog that connects reality and fantasy was born.

But now, the Nameless Mist is no longer satisfied with absorbing An Ran's power, it also wants An Ran's soul.

Even in this critical moment, An Ran still put on an ugly smile and complained softly, "Don't make me wait for so long. Or, the first swastika is always so slow." The blade condensed with light was trembled by An Ran. He pulled his hand out of his chest. The thin blade had almost no thickness. There was no guard or handle. An Ran's hand was holding it, and blood began to drip.

The originally bloodless face turned a little pale.

The light dissipated, and An Ran's first swastika came to an end.

The unpretentious Bai Da was held in his hand, but the dangerous spiritual pressure was rising step by step. The surrounding bubbles began to break, and the twisted tentacles broke, spewing out unpleasant ichor.

Facing a spirit-like monster like the Nameless Mist, An Ran was not helpless even though his resistance to illusions was extremely low.

Although the Tongue Pulling Hell can kill lying spirits, An Ran is really not sure whether the monster in front of him can speak.

The powerful ability displayed by Tongue Pulling Hell requires more stringent conditions for activation.

First, Anran must know the name of the target spirit. Secondly, the other party needs to tell a lie. Finally, Anran must accurately determine where the lie told by the other party is untrue.

As a time traveler, when faced with plot characters, the only one of the above three that is more difficult is the second one.

In the face of characters outside the plot, Tongue Pulling Hell seems a bit weak.

Fortunately, he understood the meaning of swastika.

In the absence of Kyonan, he returned to the world of his previous life through the illusion. Kigan looked directly at his own heart again, and in the desperate struggle, Swastika finally awakened.

The prerequisites are still strict:

The Useless Blade Swastika has no attack power.

During the Thousand Years of Blood War, Kanran was unable to use the power of the Quincy.

During the period of transformation to death and no life, Anran was unable to use the power of the void.

And the most fatal thing is that during the swastika period, Kishiran cannot use any Zanpakutō including his own Zanpakutō.

In contrast to this, is the powerful ability of the Swastika Magical Spirit Blade.

Two is born, two is born, three is born, three is born, all things are born, and all things are unified.

The swastika's spiritual blade will transform itself and all surrounding Zanpakutō into spiritual blades, and then merge into one.

After the fusion is completed, a new initial solution will be born.

"Speaking of which, you are still the first one who dares to seize

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The guy who took my power and still succeeded. "The young man raised the knife in his hand towards the overwhelming monsters, "Are you ready to die for it?"

The blade dispersed into thin lines turning at right angles, spreading like a tree and disappearing in the air.

The power sucked into the body by the Nameless Mist began to be concentrated and compressed. Overlapping screams sounded from all directions, and the twisted and fluttering tentacles narrated the pain and struggle of the Nameless Mist.

Finally, when all the power was compressed to the point where it could no longer be compressed, the violent growth began.

Like dust-covered seeds absorbing the nectar from the sky and pulling out buds, the compressed energy is like a deep black hole pulling the power of the nameless fog to break the boundaries of darkness, and steel branches begin to grow.

The cold iron tree stretched out its sharp branches and penetrated all the foam and tentacles of the nameless fog. The small iron branches became thicker, breaking through the tentacles of the nameless fog. The scattered branches spread out more The tentacles penetrated.

The nameless mist screamed and wanted to escape, but the iron tree clung to it like a lover's entangled hands.

"Hang him, Iron Tree Hell"

The huge illusion collapsed, the huge eyes disappeared their red gaze, and fled away from An Ran.

The ferocious iron tree grew behind An Ran, making his body look as small as a leaf on the iron tree.

There are no leaves on the iron tree, but pink cherry blossoms begin to bloom, and then fall at the most brilliant moment, like a beautiful girl who cannot bear to see herself grow old, and jumps into the endless abyss without hesitation.

"In this spring day, I planned to share the beauty together. But unfortunately, the cherry blossoms have fallen, and they have disturbed my heart."

An Ran recited Ji Youze's poem softly, and then gently waved the handle of the knife in his hand, "Magic Spear."

Falling cherry blossoms are flying.

The pink petals are not fragile things, but thousands of invisible sharp knives, reflecting little bits of light under the sunlight.

Then the fine pink blossoms bloomed and turned into slender crimson threads, intertwining a fine pink network in the air.

Tick.

Blood marks bloomed on An Ran's pale face, and blood dripped on the pink silk thread next to him.

The iron tree shrank and collapsed, and Anran collapsed to the ground, blood spurting out from all parts of his body.

"It escaped." Kishiran was a little unwilling to do so. He acted too hastily, and released the second primordial skill that he had not yet mastered. The extended Senbonzakura broke through the injury-free circle and injured himself.

The so-called injury-free circle is a range that the blades around Kishiran will never pass through in order to protect himself in Senbonzakura's special attack state. That range is an area with a radius of approximately 85 centimeters centered on himself.

But the ability of the divine gun allows the blades to easily break through the injury-free circle, and even hinder each other, causing the nameless mist to escape.

"We can't let him escape." Anran staggered. There was no time for treatment at this time. He put away his Zanpakutō, and the souls gathered into wings on his shoulders.

The extending Senbonzakura destroyed the seal, and the nameless mist was escaping outwards.

The white wings reflected light and intertwined into bandages to bind An Ran's body that was pierced by the blade.

Pretending to be a puppet

Bind countless souls sewn into threads to parts that cannot move, and forcefully operate them like a puppet to drive them.

It was originally designed for Quincies who were unable to move their bodies flexibly due to aging, but still wanted to fight to the end.

It is the highest combat spiritual technique that exists to keep fighting until the body turns to dust.

Whether it is a broken tendon or a broken bone, it becomes meaningless in front of this spiritual technique.

"I can't let someone who knows my weakness live."