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

Grimmjow was warned by Aizen, and although he was unwilling, he had no choice but to suppress his restless heart.

Just as I was thinking about what to do after the war, I heard Ichimaru Gin's voice. What does this guy mean? Does he want to fight him? That's exactly what I want.

Thinking of this, Zhang looked at the other party arrogantly, and saw that he was still smiling and had no intention of fighting, which made him a little disappointed. This guy has been like this since the beginning. Every time I see him, I feel uncomfortable. I can't even test his strength.

He turned his attention back to the battlefield and uttered "hmm" in response.

Gin Ichimaru didn't say anything, just waiting for something quietly. Seeing this, a murderous look flashed in Grimmjow's eyes. Submitting to Aizen does not mean submitting to the god of death!

......

Aizen's Zanpakutō stopped in front of Ulquiorra. He only needed to push it forward with a little force to end the life of Vastod. He had already investigated the information before coming here. The regeneration ability of the Hollow is very strong, but if it causes devastating damage to the brain, eyes, and internal organs, the high-speed regeneration will be ineffective, even if it is bathed in the rain of life.

"You lose, Ulquiorra." said Aizen.

Facing death, Ulquiorra was surprisingly calm. He just looked at the other party coldly, without tension or fear. He just waited quietly.

"Kill me, God of Death," Ulquiorra said indifferently.

"Submit to me, and I will give you greater power."

"I reject."

"Can you tell me why, Ulquiorra?"

"To surrender to death is wishful thinking."

Seeing that the other party remained calm and indifferent even in the face of death, Aizen couldn't help but secretly praise him. The idea of ​​recruiting him under his command became more and more popular. After thinking for a while, he said, "Do you know Li Chuan?"

Ulquiorra was stunned. This was not the first time he heard this name. An existence that could be mentioned by the god of death in front of him must not be simple.

After a brief thought, he answered, "I don't know him."

What a strange name, I thought to myself.

"He once said that he had never seen a more powerful Vastod than him."

Ulquiorra instantly understood the other party's thoughts, and his face was a little gloomy: "Death God, kill me, I am not interested in the power you are talking about."

Aizen still had a gentle smile on his face. It would be a pity to kill the opponent. He had just used a strength beyond the sixth level. The Vastod in front of him was far from comparable to Grimmjow and Nnoitra. He could only use that method. To be honest, Aizen felt a little resistant to this method.

"I can help you deal with the one from fifty years ago."

When he said this, a faint light flashed in his eyes behind the lenses.

Hearing this, Ulquiorra's calm expression finally showed some movement, and he looked at Aizen, as if he wanted to detect something from him.

The two of them remained in a stalemate, and Ulquiorra fell into deep thought.

That day, it was as if a big gathering of Hueco Mundo had been held, gathering almost all the strength of Hueco Mundo together, and even the original Hollows from their birthplace were madly chasing after this side.

All ten of them, the Yachukas, and one special Kili Security, knelt on the ground.

Each of these great virtual beings is a chosen one of heaven's most powerful beings standing atop a sea of ​​blood and a mountain of corpses.

On that day, all the Hollows, big and small, whether the lowest level, Killian, or Yachukas, put aside their most primitive desire to devour and knelt on the ground in an orderly line.

This kind of scene has never happened since I was born.

This is not more terrifying. What scares them even more is the high-quality and massive spiritual pressure that appears out of nowhere in their bodies, as well as the high-quality spiritual pressure rain.

This spiritual pressure has no attributes and connects seamlessly with them without any risk of backlash.

By the time everyone reacted, spiritual pressure rain containing life force began to fall from the sky again.

It had never rained in Hueco Mundo before, but that day it rained heavily, and everything seemed to be going on under some kind of will.

The rain contains spiritual pressure. Although it is not high, it is exactly the same as the spiritual pressure that appears out of thin air. It can be absorbed directly without any conversion.

The eleven great Hueco Mundoes had the same tacit understanding and did not cause any trouble. They all left the scene. No one knew how long the rain would last, but everyone knew that according to the inherited memory of Hueco Mundo, this was the first time.

Leaving the scene, Ulquiorra saw the most horrifying scene of his life.

There were corpses everywhere, as far as the eye could see. After examination, without exception, their bones were shattered, their souls were shattered, and there was no possibility of life.

This was not the most terrifying thing. What terrified him the most was that the heads of these powerful Voids were all facing in one direction without exception, whether they were lying or prone, they were all facing the direction where they were kneeling.

And with the nourishment of the rain of life, the broken bones are still recovering.

Even they were horrified to see such a scene.

Thinking of this, he turned to look at Grimmjow. Compared to Nnoitra, the other party was relatively calm and rational.

"What did you say?"

When they thought of the existence that was forcibly forgotten, an unprecedented sense of crisis prompted them to move forward frantically. In their eyes, this was a matter of Hueco Mundo, and the God of Death would not be allowed to interfere no matter what.

In the battle between Vastodes, it is forbidden to release the Zanpakutō, and even the top-level Achukas are left in a state of laissez-faire. The reason for this is to avoid consuming the top combat power of the Hueco Mundo.

Grimmjow didn't even look at him. As the current top-level Vastode in Hueco Mundo, he was endowed with the death power of "destruction". He was usually either fighting or on his way to a fight, but at this moment he was surprisingly calm.

"Ulquiorra, what do we know about Hueco Mundo?"

These words actually stumped Ulquiorra, who was unable to react for a moment.

Grimmjow looked at the field full of traces of chaos, with the endless desert behind him and the virtual moon that always emitted a soft light. This was the Hueco Mundo where he was born and raised. Everything about it seemed so strange.

"We were born hundreds of years ago. What happened in Hueco Mundo before that?"

"Why choose us?"

"No matter how hard we search, we still find nothing."

“It’s as if it never existed.”

"How did he do it? To cover the entire Hueco Mundo? To completely erase our memories."

"Where does the spiritual pressure come from? Where does the life rain come from?"

"Who is he and what is his purpose?"

"The reiatsu in us, the reiatsu in the rain, why did it choose us?"

In addition to the roars of Yammy and Nnoitra fighting, the other Shinigami and Ulquiorra present were listening, and the breathing of Tosen Kaname lying on the ground was much quieter.

Those who can stay in this small area are the most powerful people in the three realms.

Each of them is a proud and arrogant person, with the strongest will in the world.

Now you actually say such discouraging words.

Ulquiorra's mind moved: "Who is Li Chuan??"