Konoha Soul World lottery system

For an instant, all the light between heaven and earth seemed to be absorbed by the simplest thrust, as if the entire scene was compressed and roughly stuffed into a slender line, showing a strange, crowded and empty sword light.

At the end of the light, the turbid evil suddenly bloomed.

Glaki transformed into tens of thousands, and his huge body split into small groups, flowing around.

The weird sword light only caught a few clones, and more clones were scattered around, filled with unpleasant gas.

The air was distorted, and even the spirits were polluted.

The chaotic illusion disappeared for an instant, and once again appeared in front of An Ran's eyes.

Without the protection of the body, it is difficult for the spirit body to resist this kind of mental pollution.

It was as if someone dropped a giant ball in An Ran's eyes. The giant eye expanded behind his pupils, roughly capturing his brain and tightening it suddenly.

The slender threads strangled Anran's brain out of shape, causing overwhelming pain that spread to every cell in his body.

This severe pain was like a tiny snake, wandering around every corner of his body, biting his body with its deadly fangs.

The world is turning upside down, with dazzling light and deep darkness flashing alternately.

Just breathing lightly, An Ran felt that his lungs were expanding, expanding, expanding.

Until his body burst.

His respiratory tract was burning, and the scorching flames spread, trying to incinerate his body.

The incomprehensible whisper bypassed the ears and went straight into the brain, like a cold iron cone stirring An Ran's brain, moving slowly but firmly.

Countless languages ​​​​are repeating the same monotonous content: die, die, die, die, die.

hallucination hallucination

Anran kept reminding himself, but even so, he still couldn't stop the colorful illusions from occupying his mind.

The chaotic spiritual pressure set off a storm and stirred up the flowing clouds.

The unstable mental state reflects on the body, causing the surrounding spirits to vibrate.

Thousands of spikes grew on Glaaki's body, shot out, intertwined into a dense and overwhelming mass and flew towards Anran.

Ding

The sword was sheathed, and time seemed to stop in an instant.

Since everything before you is an illusion, don’t look at it.

An Ran closed her eyes.

If your ears are full of whispers, don't listen.

The spiritual pressure exploded, blood splattered from Anran's ears.

Since you can't tell the truth, don't think about it.

Kiran held the sheathed Zanpakutou tightly and felt the remaining warmth on the handle.

Don't listen, don't look, don't speak.

The spikes all over the sky pointed directly at his body, moving as slowly as still.

The long sound of the dagger being sheathed suddenly stopped.

A faint roar echoed in the scabbard.

Starting from the bottom, a slight vibration spread to the top of the scabbard, and finally even the handle of the knife was vibrating.

An Ran grabbed the handle of the knife tightly, as if he wanted to crush it.The shock was not transmitted to An Ran. His body was still and as solid as a rock.With his eyes closed and his ears deaf, he stood quietly in the air like a lonely thinker.

call

The air flow surged where the scabbard and the knife came into contact, and the cold breath was breathless, like the heavy breathing of a beast.

His chest rose and fell, and Anran's spine slowly curved, as if he was carrying a heavy mountain on his back, and all the bones in his body made an overwhelmed groan.

call

Anran's breathing gradually matched the rhythm of the airflow in the scabbard, and the vibrations that stopped in his palms began to be transmitted to his arms, climbing up his arms to his shoulders, spreading from his shoulders to his chest, and finally spreading throughout his body.

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An Ran took a sharp breath, resisting the pain of breathing, ignoring the chaotic hallucinations, stepping forward with his left foot, causing a wave of air to sweep around him, and the vibrations all over his body stopped in an instant.

The hand holding the knife was raised, and the movement was as gentle as lifting the hair of a lover.

The Zanpakutō was unsheathed with a slight sound.

The next moment, the sword light spurted out from the scabbard, and with a hoarse roar, the sharp light dispersed all the air and spread towards the sky.

Time began to flow again, and the turbulent air flow roared and spiraled up, carrying everything away.