Reborn as the God of Death and became the Captain of the Ten Blades

Looking towards the deep pit in the distance again, the spiritual pressure that permeated the area near the pit still did not disappear. Even if an ordinary hollow approached, it would not escape the result of soul annihilation.

Seeing that Yami ignored him completely, anger instantly overwhelmed Nnoitra's remaining sanity.

It was obvious that Yami was at a disadvantage, and it was obvious that Yami's return was full of anger. Why, why did he look at himself like that?

His teeth chattered with anger, he raised his weapon above his head and shouted:

"Pray, Holy Weeping Mantis." Neutra's hysterical anger completely erupted.

"I will kill you." After being liberated, Nnoitra turned into a beast with only primitive desires. The voice came from far away and approached. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Yami. The two sickles flashed and were unstoppable. They chopped straight towards Yami's neck.

Yami finally began to take the Hueco Mundo traitor seriously, and swung his Zanpakutō to block in front of him.

Then his face changed, and he realized that what Noitra opposite him was holding was not a sickle, but an unstoppable torrent of force.

Caught off guard, his muscles contracted rapidly, his heart trembled violently, his eyes bulged, his steps became disorderly, and he was pushed back dozens of meters before he was able to block it.

Seeing that the attack was effective, Nnoitra laughed cruelly, full of murderous intent.

"Where is your pride? Tell me what are you proud of?" He shouted loudly, and the pent-up anger and unwillingness poured out with the two sickles.

Feeling the sudden force, Ya Mi said inwardly "Oh no", unable to resist any longer, his Adam's apple rolled, a mouthful of blood finally spurted out, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

Nnoitra sneered grimly, and shouted loudly, "Take advantage of his weakness to kill him."

"Yami." Nnoitra's roar was fierce and sharp, and his body disappeared from the spot, followed by a muffled sound and appeared behind Yami.

"Go to hell." Noitra shouted and swung out two sickles. Seeing this, Yami tried to turn around, but it was too late. For a moment, snowflakes flew everywhere, a black shadow flashed in his eyes, and a huge arm flew up out of thin air, and the hideous muscles on it could be seen.

The arm drew a beautiful curve in the air and fell to the ground, with blood staining a large area of ​​sand.

"Ah...it hurts..." The sudden severe pain made Yami scream angrily.

In comparison, the pain coming from the body was minimal. He subconsciously covered the wound with his hand, but the touch of his palm and the edge of the broken arm made the pain three times more intense.

Since advancing to Vastod, Yami is no longer as manic and irritable as he was in the Achukas period. On the contrary, he tries his best to remind himself to stay calm.

As lackeys of Hueco Mundo and subjects of the God of Death, Nnoitra and Grimmjow were looked down upon by Yammy from the bottom of his heart, but this time he was seriously injured by them.

Endless humiliation filled my mind, and the calmness I had worked so hard to maintain over the years collapsed, and my consciousness was quickly overwhelmed by anger.

No longer paying attention to Ulquiorra, at this moment he only wanted to tear Nnoitra to pieces, as well as those Shinigami, and completely destroy everything.

"Kill them, angry beast!"

As soon as he finished speaking, endless spiritual pressure rose from his body out of thin air. The huge power exuded a terrifying aura, and a column of light in the shape of spiritual pressure shot up into the sky with such momentum that it dispersed all the dark clouds in the sky.

Yami's entire body was wrapped in the spiritual pressure beam, and his figure could not be seen clearly. The overflowing spiritual pressure storm swept up the dust on the ground and rushed out.

Ichimaru Gin flashed to the side of Tosen Kaname, the spiritual pressure in his body circulated, and quickly condensed around him, forming a spiritual pressure wall with excellent defense, wrapping the two of them. Feeling the cutting force in the sand and dust, he unconsciously gripped his Zanpakutō tighter.

The pressure from Yami, even if he is far away, that kind of earth-shattering oppressive feeling can still be felt. Without the corresponding will, even if you are stronger than him, you cannot defeat him. Perhaps only Kenpachi Zaraki can be compared to the Gotei 13.

"Captain Aizen, these Vastodes are really scary." Ichimaru Gin suddenly laughed at Aizen, and it was hard to tell whether the smile on his face was real or fake.

"Gin, the so-called strength is just a cognitive error. You just need to wait for me to end this boring battle and quietly wait for the arrival of God's Window Period." Aizen said slowly without moving.

After saying this, he glanced casually in a certain direction, his eyes as cold as a knife.

Grimmjow, who was about to attack Ichimaru Gin, suddenly felt himself being locked by a terrifying aura.

Standing there, he instantly forgot all the thoughts in his mind and returned to his nonchalant state.

This breath is too familiar, the familiar trembling, the desperate terror, the godly oppression.

Faced with Aizen's warning, he had to stop thinking about attacking Gin Ichimaru.

Even so, he still showed arrogant murderous intent towards Ichimaru Gin.

The black flash at Ulquiorra's fingertips has been condensed to the extreme. The black flash is like a black hole, captivating and terrifying.

Just as he realized that the opposite Grim Reaper was going to take on Vastrod's strongest move, the spiritual pressure in his body began to surge in like a flood.

"Death God, it's over." Ulquiorra said. He knew that the other party was not simple and that his suicidal behavior of trying to take his Hollow Flash was also seeking death.

Aizen remained where he was, his calm mirror surface flickering with a faint light, and a scornful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Hmm."

Seeing that the God of Death was still confident that he could capture him easily, Ulquiorra's eyes showed murderous intent again. The mere God of Death actually regarded Hueco Mundo as his own backyard.

Wang Xu flashed like a comet with a black tail and rushed towards Aizen.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Aizen. Suddenly, Aizen underwent a drastic change. He still had a gentle smile and was gentle and elegant, but his whole body seemed to emit a dazzling light that made everyone unable to bear to look at him.

The temperature dropped to freezing point without any warning. The coldness spread all over the body, passing through every inch of skin and every hair of all the Grim Reapers and Vastod present. Their souls suddenly trembled in horror. Even Nnoitra and Yammy stopped fighting and paid attention to the situation here.

Facing the extremely powerful King Hollow Flash, which was the spiritual pressure of Ulquiorra's entire body, Aizen was neither impatient nor impatient. He stretched out his left hand and grasped the black Flash in front of everyone's incredulous gazes.

This was not enough. Amidst all the shocked eyes, he clenched his claws and the fist-sized flash of light turned into starlight and dissipated in the air.

Looking up, Aizen looked at Ulquiorra coldly. Ulquiorra felt the coldness, and an extremely dangerous fear instantly filled his body.

Before he could react, a flash of knife light quickly enlarged in his pupils. With all the nerves releasing signals, the tip of the knife, the blade, the veins on the handle, and Aizen's slender fingers were all vaguely visible in his eyes.

Ichimaru Gin still had a nonchalant smile on his face, and suddenly called out, "Mr. Grimmjow."