People are in Naruto, I am Aizen

"——!"

It was like having a nightmare and just waking up now.

Juhabach suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the strange but familiar sky.

He said it was strange because he saw the sky for the first time. Pure blue, surrounded by invisible barriers, as if everything is being regulated and organized.

He said he was familiar with it, because he suddenly realized that this was not the first time he had seen this sky. Because he has been here before. Or, in his impression, he had been here before. His thinking seemed to be gradually integrated in the chaos and confusion, and finally converged into a complete fragment.

Those chaotic thoughts that were originally chaotic and didn't know what was going on were quickly connected within a thousandth of a second, as if they had never been broken. Countless meetings began to hover in his mind, and the fragments of the soul and the shouts of spiritual power were instilled in his limbs and bones. As the patriarch of countless Quincy Masters and the ultimate king who has absorbed countless souls at the same time, Yuhabach's own abilities can quickly help him calm down these thinking problems.

He remembered that he tested the progress of the road to the Lingwang Palace through experiments.

Those Quincy masters who were in the plan were all eliminated or absorbed by themselves, and those who were not in the plan were also procrastinating for time in the Lingling Court. And Aizen Soyousuke, who was really able to interfere with him, was seriously injured, and his agent Kurosaki Ichigo was trapped in the invisible empire by rhetoric.

Although it is not the most perfect ending as imagined, it is also a very good result. Juhabach was already sure of winning and was full of fighting spirit. He believed that he would never fall on the eve of such a victory. As long as you walk a certain distance, if you only need to take a few steps, then the winner of this final battle will be yourself. I will send this world into true peace and joy, and there will be no more suffering and despair.

But, but, why did I suddenly lose consciousness for a moment?

Yuhabach's brain turned crazily within a hundredth of a second, controlled his body and began to think.

‘By the way, I absorbed all the expected members of the Star Cross Knights, and then arrived at the Palace of the Spirit King. What stands in the way there is...'

Dressed in a black death tyrant.

A face that I am familiar with and can no longer be familiar with.

The furious anger seemed to wipe out the entire world. Although he said he didn't care, he gave the most important observation and attention to him. Without any damage, his strength has reached the peak, and no one in this world can be the strongest death god in the true sense.

The ancestor of the court, Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekuni.

"...Have you finally woken up from the coma? Yuhabach. This old man has only just begun."

He didn't even use the Zanpakuto in his hand, but stood there with his bare hands. Yamamoto Motoyanagisai Shigekuni was looking at the bewildered face of the newly recovered Quincy King Yuhabach in front of him, and the expression on his face became more and more contemptuous with mocking.

Compared with Yuhabach, who completely lost his memory for a moment, Yamamoto Genryasai Shigekuni was completely awake along the way. At the beginning of the battle between the zero teams, because the spiritual power between the zero teams reverberated throughout the Lingwang Palace, it was almost undetectable at first. By the time Yamamoto Motoyasa Shigekuni realized that he knew the news and was meditating alone, when all the Quincy masters had already started fighting with their apprentices, it was already too late.

He realized what he had been careless all along, and what his strong confidence in his own strength had finally brought.

Yamamoto Motoyakusai Shigekuni watched helplessly as his apprentice, the young man he trusted, gradually became exhausted in the struggle against the Quincy, and then fell directly into the abyss with a relieved smile middle. I'm afraid there are not even bones left. And all this was just because of his momentary embarrassment.

This kind of anger, this kind of pain made him let go of his dignity and concerns. It's not that he doesn't know that there are problems with all of this, and it's not that he doesn't know what Aizen Soyousuke must have done behind the scenes. However, some people and things must be killed. For example, the man in front of him who looked a little confused. Because of him, because of his existence, the entire Three Realms fell into endless chaos.

Originally, it was only a matter between the gods of death, because of the birth of Yuhabach, from the god of death to the god of death and the Quincy, and then from the god of death, the Quincy, wandering souls, Xu, if there is no Yuhabach, the crazy chasing spirit With the king's individuality, all chaos and terror will not appear. This is the old enemy of Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekuni, who was the founder of the court. If you want to take a step forward and protect the world you cherish, you must completely defeat this long-haired man in a white military uniform. Otherwise, he would come out of nowhere and carry out his sinful actions again.

The Grim Reaper is the basis for maintaining this world, and the Goutei Thirteenth Division is to maintain the existence of Seireitei, and Seireitei and Soul King Palace are the only holy places in this world. He will never let anyone who harms Sei Ling Ting and Shinigami. Not even a little bit.

"The old man knows, I'm afraid you haven't woken up yet. That brat Aizen Soyousuke must have planned all of this. But, it doesn't matter anymore."

Looking at Yuhabach who was standing in the same place in front of him, thinking about something, Motoyanagi Shigekuni Yamamoto walked over indifferently.

Clenching his fists tightly, he looked at the man in front of him, his beard and hair were floating like burning.

Of course, Yamamoto Motoyanagi Sai Shigekuni was also able to realize that his spirit seemed to be fragmented somewhere, or there were obstacles in some places. But he took it for granted that this was some trick set up by Aizen Soyousuke. But in the final analysis, Aizen Soyousuke is also a god of death.

Or, he was once a Grim Reaper. Compared with Yuhabach, the king of Quincy in front of him, Aizen Soyousuke can only be regarded as a follow-up target. The most important thing for them at the moment is to completely kill the enemy in front of them, and then return to the original normal duel that makes people feel physically and mentally happy. Instead of having a profane sparring in front of the Spirit King's palace like now, this is simply disrespectful to the Spirit King.

Even here for a second longer, Captain Yamamoto felt that this was a violent desecration of the belief in his heart.

Monsters like Yuhabach who want to exist in this world and spread chaos cannot appear at all.

"Flesh like fire, prepare to kill this annoying man in front of you with me."

Fluid flames spread from the palm.

The huge hilt began to be entangled with flames that looked like entities. Facing the sudden mountain-like pressure, even Yuhabach, who had absorbed the souls of countless Quincy masters, narrowed his eyes subconsciously. But he always felt that something was wrong, that something was cut off.

Why did I fight Yamamoto Motoyanagi so suddenly? Why did he come here without leaving any behind? Where did everyone else go? Where did the Knights of the Star Cross that I marked down go? It would be impossible if it was just the God of Reaper who could easily completely destroy his Quincy team. The fight between them will definitely attract the attention of Juhabach's soul.

But why not? Why didn't I feel anything, and why did I fight this nasty old man when I didn't do anything?

"Wait a minute, Shigekuni Yamamoto, something is wrong!"

"Do you want to beg for mercy for your miserable life, Yuhabach? This is not the same as you a thousand years ago."

The real flame aimed at Yuhabach and swung it away. Captain Yamamoto's face was neither sad nor happy, he just turned his wrist and swung the blade like fire.

Juhabach only had time to brush his body, and saw that the flames of the explosion completely rendered everything around him a terrifying high temperature almost instantly. Even the sky turned red and black in an instant. In the high-burning flash, Juhabach only had time to leave the center of the explosion with his flying feet.

Seeing that the edge of the palm of his hand, which was dripping with static blood, was blackened by the fire, and even looked like it was about to be scorched, the confusion in Yuhabach's mind spread even more. There is no reason for this. There is no reason for him to be suppressed to such an extent in a direct face-to-face. Even Yamamoto Genyanagisai Shigekuni, who is now intact, has no way to directly hurt himself to such an extent with his flaming state.

"...You are not the same as before, Motoyanagi Shigekuni Yamamoto."

"Hehe, you are the same as you were a thousand years ago, Yuhabach."

Huge solid flames danced in the sky, and countless sparks exploded in the blink of an eye, sweeping the position where Juhabach was just now like waves.

Facing such a devastating blow that was almost like a natural disaster, Yuhabach frowned and instantly moved out with flying feet. Looking at the area that turned into countless magma in the blink of an eye, he gradually formulated a strategy in his mind. Even Motoyanagi Shigekuni Yamamoto, whose current combat strength is somewhat beyond his expectations, can defeat the plan.

"What's the matter, don't you need your spirit bow to fight back? Or is there no way to fight back now? It's really sad. It was clear that you could show your poor skills in front of me who was still immature a thousand years ago, but you can't do it now. "Before he could speak, a huge flame rose from the soles of Yuhabach's feet again, and he didn't even have any further reactions. By the time he noticed the abnormally high temperature on the soles of his feet, it was already too late.

The soaring pillar of fire and raging flames engulfed Juhabach's body in the blink of an eye. The king of the Quincy even rushed out of the flames in some embarrassment, slapping the dust on the static blood suit.

Although he still hasn't been able to directly break through the Static Blood Armor on his body, it already has the power to completely destroy him.

If it was twice as strong, this kind of flame might be able to wipe him out of the entire world directly.

This is not a joke, but for now, Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekuni is just beginning to understand.

And the death god of 卍jie will increase his spiritual pressure by three times to ten times, or even more, in an instant. If it was Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekuni who was in the state of swastika, he might be completely reduced to ashes in an instant. The old-fashioned Grim Reaper has such a completely unreasonable ability.

"As expected of Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekuni, although his own condition has a lot of problems, but there is no problem in terms of strength..."

Wiping the Reishi channel, which has begun to feel the huge pressure, Yuhabach squinted his eyes and looked at Motoyanagi Shigekuni Yamamoto who was walking slowly with a flowing blade in front of him, intending to hide some of his plans in the darkest inside the corner.

Fighting is not just about whoever has the most strength and whoever has the strongest spiritual pressure can win. Perhaps this is indeed the case in terms of personal battles, but if some foreign objects and external interference are counted, it is a completely different thing. The Grim Reaper and Zanpakutō systems actually do not exist naturally. In other words, to defeat the strongest Shinigami that is rare in this world, the only thing that can be done is to take away his swastika.

For example, when he is at his peak and proudest, when he is allowed to display all his violence and anger.

If at this time, the captain of the god of death used the swastika, what would happen?

"...You really are getting old, Yamamoto Motoyanagisai Shigekuni."

"What?"

Holding the melting flame, Captain Yamamoto looked at the Yuhabach who stood up slowly in front of him, patted his clothes, seemed to be unscathed, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Regarding the existence of Yuhabach, Captain Yamamoto has never felt any carelessness, or let himself have a certain idea of ​​​​underestimating him. Juhabach was able to escape from the destruction thousands of years ago, and now he walked in front of him confidently, so he must have his own ability to describe the past.

Unlike Aizen Soyousuke, who is completely unknown and does not know when it will change, Yuhabach and Captain Yamamoto know each other from thousands of years ago because of their previous battles and information interactions. And the power displayed by Juhabach is almost the same as that of a thousand years ago. But that means the failures of millennia ago will be repeated. In other words, Juhabach probably possessed some strange power.

What kind of strange power can make Yuhabach, who is now completely at a disadvantage, look so confident?

Squinting his eyes and looking at Yuhabach in front of him, Captain Yamamoto stepped forward, surrounded by flames and Reiatsu.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, he is no stronger than him.

It's just that some disturbing words uttered during the battle have no way of affecting his nerves that have been tempered for thousands of years.

"Compared to a thousand years ago, you really have changed now, Yuhabach. You have grown a beard, and you look a little more indifferent. Besides, so many of your subordinates have died, it seems that you haven't done anything now. The look on her face is really sad..."

"You are the same as you were a thousand years ago, Motoyanagi Shigekuni Yamamoto."

Looking at the strongest god of death who seemed to be indifferent, exuding a spiritual pressure that almost made the entire Lingwang Palace tremble, and walking towards him slowly, Yuhabach crossed his hips, and the expression on his face flashed A trace of coldness and resentment.

"Just like you a thousand years ago, no matter what happens, no matter what sacrifices you make, no matter what changes you make, you are the cruel head of death. Even if there are people you know in front of you, facing obstacles that hinder you When you are righteous, you will draw your knife and chop it down without hesitation. Even now, everything you created is falling apart, but you still insist on perseveringly planning to slowly destroy me here. It is worthy of you ah."

"……What did you say?"

"The Lingwang Palace should not have isolated the spiritual pressure below, you should be able to feel it."

Looking at Motoyanagi Shigekuni Yamamoto who paused slightly and showed a somewhat surprised expression, Yuhabach's expression became more and more arrogant and ridiculed.

He actually knew very well that in fact Yamamoto Motoyasa Shigekuni had a flaw that wasn't a flaw. When he is fighting, he often only focuses on killing the enemy, and doesn't care about the things around him, let alone notice any influence around him. It's not actually a bad habit.

After all, as the strongest god of death, Yamamoto Genryasai Shigekuni really doesn't need to care about the existence of those things. Kill the leader of the enemy directly, and then suppress all problems with the power of flame and death. This is Captain Yamamoto's confidence as the strongest shinigami. Even if the leader is not killed, then no matter how those miscellaneous fish appear, it will only interfere with his judgment. But here, there is a fatal problem for Yamamoto today.

Because of being too focused on killing the enemy, one often forgets the identity and ability of the enemy, and just destroys the enemy purely.

In this case, the surrounding environment will be ignored, that is, the life and death of those small characters will be ignored.

In the past, Yamamoto Genryuzai Shigekuni would not care about these things at all. As long as the flames hit, it doesn't matter what sacrifices are made. But now, Motoyanagi Shigekuni Yamamoto, who has recuperated for thousands of years and has softened his heart, will create a huge gap because of this lack of investigation.

"Obviously your Goutei 13th Division is now completely in ruins, and you still plan to humiliate me here, because you want to wait until the entire Seireitei is completely destroyed, recreate the Goutei 13th Division, and start again Can you find usable talents in Ruukon Street? It's a pity that such a thing is no longer possible under the intervention of Aizen Soyousuke. That guy is using everyone's abilities and is now launching a campaign against the Gotei 13th Division attack."

Standing on the approach to the empty Lingwang Palace, Yuhabach looked at Captain Yamamoto whose pupils gradually opened in front of him, and the smile on his face became more and more intense.

"As expected of you, Yamamoto Motoyanagisai Shigekuni. Even in your own name, you show that you cherish your companions, but the decision you make now is still the same as it was a thousand years ago, and you plan to use this kind of violence to humiliate me. It’s just that at that time, there was an annoying kid who attacked me, but now it’s gone, Shigekuni Yamamoto.”

"... Quincy, there are wandering souls, and Xu?"

"Although I hate Xu very much, sometimes it is normal to use everything that can be used for revenge, Shigekuni Yamamoto."

Looking at the shivering Captain Reaper who gradually clenched the blade in his hand because of anger, the smile on Yuhabach's face became more and more cheerful.

Yamamoto

"You can absorb the power of the swastika, right? But the old man judges that your ability to absorb the swastika must have a limit."

Seeing Yuhabach whose face changed suddenly, Captain Yamamoto slowly held the blade with both hands.

This is the first time in many years that Yamamoto Motoyanagisai Shigekuni puts his hands in a kendo posture, using his own shikai and even swastika to deal with the enemy.

Under normal circumstances, Captain Yamamoto will definitely choose a more secure solution, such as the restraint of the enchantment, or something else to ensure that the entire environment will not have any major problems, but now, there is no What extra time to think about these things.

His homeland is burning, and the Lingling Garden he built is weeping. His important disciples, those gods of death, the Reiatsu that dissipated one after another made Captain Yamamoto grit his teeth and glared at the man in front of him with an increasingly gloomy face. Sometimes, decisions and judgments always need to be made. Although his own swastika is likely to completely burn the entire soul world, but this is also a necessary sacrifice.

At the very least, people like Juhabach absolutely cannot survive in this hopeful world.

"Do you want the power of my swastika?"

Under the influence of a certain will, the blazing flames spewed out in an instant, and the blazing flames almost turned the entire sky as far as the eye could see into a dark red.

Fiery, terrifying, the spiritual pressure that almost knocked down the entire Lingwang Palace on the ground instantly diffused from the sky. Even the naked eye on the ground of Seireitei could see that a fiery flame gradually spread from the sky, and within a short period of time, it burned the entire sky into a crimson, flame-like color.

No, that is not as if, that is countless flames.

'careful! It's all fire! It's about to fall! '

'Help! ! ! '

‘It’s the end of the world! The end of the world is here! '

The wandering souls looked at the fireballs falling continuously in the sky, as if the sky and the earth were about to collapse, and couldn't help shouting from the bottom of their hearts.

A sense of terror originating from instinct made them subconsciously crawl away from this place, screaming and letting the people around them see the fiery sky together. And all the gods of death showed joyful expressions the moment they felt the huge spiritual pressure that was almost impossible to stop and could not be violated.

'It's the captain! The captain is helping us in the sky! '

'Everyone line up! Don't let Death's reputation be dishonored! '

'Let those enemies take a good look at why we death gods can stand at the top of the soul world! '

The presence of a leader is often a great morale booster.

Originally it seemed to be in a slump, but the death line that was already crumbling was stabilized in an instant, and the countless flames that fell from the sky wiped out all the troublesome things around. The gigantic raging flame that was about to burn the entire world seemed to be alive, roaring and falling from the sky, constantly devouring the surrounding enemies completely.

And what's really scary is the almost infinite scale. As far as the eye can see, there are boiling flames everywhere, and there is a feeling of suffocation between breathing. Everyone knew very well that it was just a special illusion caused by spiritual pressure.

However, the hallucination was so terrifying that the spiritual pressure almost took on a real form, causing everyone present to fall into real despair and terror.

Even Yuhabach, who was confronting Gao Tianshang, looked at the captain who was slowly approaching with a burning flame with a look of surprise on his face.

"Want to take away my power? Then I'll give it to you. I'll see if you can take it away."

Seeing Yuhabach whose clothes started to burn slowly and sweat started to appear on his cheeks, Captain Yamamoto sneered disdainfully, and slowly aimed the burning flame at Yuhabach.

At the moment of pointing at Juhabach, all illusions of flames disappeared.

Not only the inside of the Lingwang Palace, but even the Wandering Soul and the Quincy, who were still rolling on the ground and howling outside, looked at their body in surprise.

The flame that almost destroyed all of them just now seemed to have never existed from the beginning to the end, leaving only burning hallucinations and blisters on them, and then disappeared from everyone's eyes like that Down. But in contrast, the sunlight in the sky became more and more dazzling.

The air in the entire corpse soul world began to gradually dry up, and all the water bodies were continuously evaporating, spreading to the surroundings and turning into plain water vapor. And everyone can feel that the temperature of the entire soul world is slowly rising. The flames that originally covered the sky and the sun have now turned into dazzling sunlight, covering the entire world in a scorching heat. In just a few seconds, the sudden increase in temperature made everyone swallow their saliva subconsciously.

Even the gods of death who had just raised their morale seemed to be at a loss at that moment.

Because they can feel it, can completely perceive it, under this huge, almost invincible power, they seem to have no other choice. They are also a part of this invincible force, treated equally. Because this power is so huge that there is no way to help them in detail.

"Yuhabach, you are still so arrogant and ignorant after all these years. The reason why I am so calm is not because I can't perceive it. It's because I think that I can solve you quickly, so that the whole world will not be affected by me. But your life is really too tenacious, just like the worms in the sewer, living in a damp corner with incomparable tenacity. Therefore, I can only use my swastika to solve you. Thousands of years ago you once Is the swastika you see the same as now?"

Looking at Yuhabach, who seemed to be too shocked and nervous, staggeringly pulled out the translucent Lingzi long sword, intending to confront him, Captain Yamamoto's expression gradually calmed down.

Huge, almost substantial Reiatsu began to block around.

And the sky became white in an instant.

All the flames, all the blazing heat, have been restrained to the limit.

The sense of the picture from extreme movement to extreme stillness even caused a strange confusion in Juhabach's cognition. But in the next moment, looking at the thin Zanpakuto in Yamamoto Motoyanagisai Shigekuni's hand, which looked like charred charcoal fire, he quickly realized what it was.

"If you want to take it away, if you can take it away, then take it away... 卍解, Remnant Fire Taidao."

Swinging the sword that looked like rotten wood, Yamamoto Genryasai Shigekuni handed over the long sword with a calm face.

There are no fancy moves, and there is nothing that can change the surroundings, but it is very ordinary, just like a conversation, and stretched out the rough wooden stick. Just the moment of passing through the air, you can feel the suffocating temperature.

The closer it gets, the hotter it gets. It looked plain, but the surrounding air was slightly distorted. Even with just a slight swing of the deadwood long knife, the surrounding world began to gradually distort and crooked. I don't know how many degrees of temperature will incinerate everything in the world. This is out-and-out, a swastika that is likely to destroy the world in the long run. The power of this swastika is stronger than Yuhabach expected.

However, it was too late.

The moment the sword was swung, the world in front of Yuhabach in front of Captain Yamamoto suddenly turned into a distorted sea of ​​flames.

Almost everyone could see that above the sky where a second sun seemed to appear, a twisted cloud sprayed flames, and instantly burst a huge gap in the sky, like some kind of terrible wound The same, indifferently overlooking everyone under the sky.

In the final analysis, if the enemy a thousand years ago has not changed much, for the strongest Shinigami after a thousand years, it will only be an enemy with one blow after the Swastika solution. It doesn't even need too many moves, let alone any special changes, as long as you look at him and swing your sword at his position, you can easily turn the enemy into ashes. And looking at the figure that was burning and gradually kneeling down, Captain Yamamoto was expressionless.

However, the shadow gradually dissolving in the flames suddenly let out a laugh.

"Hehe... I've been waiting for this moment for you, Motoyanagi Shigekuni Yamamoto."

Yuhabach, who was almost burnt all over, suddenly sneered, causing a little uneasiness to flash in Motoyanagi Shigekuni Yamamoto's heart.

Before Commander Yamamoto could react, Yuhabach suddenly took out a tattered-looking but effective medal from his arms and aimed it at Motoyanagi Shigekuni Yamamoto, who was holding a remnant fire sword. In just a split second, the huge temperature that seemed to completely evaporate the entire soul world gradually shattered and disappeared.

Countless flames, huge flames, seemed to dissolve. Under Captain Yamamoto's shocked eyes, the residual fire sword in his hand instantly faded the huge power of the swastika, and gradually spread out layers of flames, and then directly projected onto the Among the broken Star Cross. After confirming that the huge flame was completely contained in the Star Cross, Yuhabach slowly grasped the light blue light long sword, stood up and looked down at the pale-faced captain in front of him.

"I think that Zanpakuto is a part of me... This is the cognitive error of Shinigami."

Under the huge temperature drop, the sky instantly became dark.

The air that had been blown away by the extremely high temperature quickly collided in mid-air as the surroundings cooled down.

This most sacred Lingwang Palace approached, and it began to rain heavily. In this sudden rainstorm, Yamamoto Motoyanagisai Shigekuni looked at the broken Zanpakuto in his hand in shock, and then looked at the almost unusable Star Cross in Yuhabach's hand, and could hardly understand what happened .

Why, the swastika that I have honed for so many years can be easily absorbed into this kind of Quincy master's toy? Thousands of years of practice, thousands of years of Zanpakuto experience, that invincible Swastika, what happened to be absorbed into the Star Cross? Or is it that I and the gods of death have misunderstood something all the time, wrongly thinking that Zanpakuto is the spread of my soul, which led to such a special situation now?

I don't know, but Captain Yamamoto can feel that the Zanpakuto in his hand can no longer respond to his call.

"Although it was slightly different from the plan, it was still a success. Your biggest problem is your arrogance, Yamamoto Genryanagi Shigekuni."

Patting the dust and gravel on his body, Yuhabach exhaled slowly, squinting his eyes at the ugly Captain Yamamoto.

"Your strength is indeed beyond my expectations. After taking your swastika, I'm afraid even I won't be able to use it normally. I can only temporarily seal it like now. But now you can do something What? Yamamoto Motoyanagi, Shigekuni, what can you do with only you, who is as fluent as fire?"

"The battle of the god of death is the battle of spiritual pressure, and the existence of the Zanpakuto is a prop that greatly improves the spiritual pressure. But since it is a prop, in the final analysis, there is a possibility of being suppressed. Zanpakuto is just a mirror that reflects you Items, not you. As long as you slightly suppress Zanpakutō's 卍良, your system can be completely disintegrated. So now, you are useless, Yamamoto Motoyanagisai Shigekuni."

"If I want to work hard, I can try to call out your power. Or do you want me to face your disciples and grandchildren? The Zanpakuto is just a tool made by the god of death to help yourself. It is not bound to the god of death itself. The sword god is even outside, still being dragged and killed. You should know that your swastika is not so trustworthy. Even the eye monk, his real fight is the same You can deprive the existence of 卍解. It is just that you mistake the special power of 卍解 for your own power. Your thinking now is really naive, Shigekuni Yamamoto."

In the endless torrential rain, Yuhabach slowly waved his Lingzi long sword, and with a smile like a winner, he walked up to Captain Yamamoto, who lowered his head and remained silent. At this time, if it was him in the past, he should have laughed out loud.

But now, thousands of years have passed, Juhabach looks at this old enemy who has been counted by him, but his heart is not shaken.

Rather, he didn't take Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekuni in his heart from the very beginning. If it was the ruthless Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekuni who was desperate for victory, it would still make him feel fear and anxiety. But the current Yamamoto Genryuzai is nothing more than an old man.

A Yamamoto Motonyanagi Shigekuni who has something he cares about, has something he desires, wants to protect his apprentices and relatives, and wants to protect his career, will not pose any threat. He will hypnotize himself, believing that he can become the person who solves all problems. Believe that your own swastika is invincible in the world, and believe that your own strength will never be broken by others. But in this way, at the same time, it hurts itself. Because hypnosis is always useless.

"You have deceived yourself, Motoyanagi Shigekuni Yamamoto. You think that your swastika is something that you exercised yourself, and it is something related to your soul, but who said that the props you exercised cannot be sealed away in the same way ?”

The light blue Lingzi sword was slowly raised, and the blade formed by the radiant spiritual power was aimed at Captain Yamamoto.

"You gods of death have lived in this illusion for too long, and if you just point it out a little bit, you will be as shocked and scared as you are now."

"However, I can assure you that I will not use your swastika to deal with other shinigami. Everything will have to wait until I finish Aizen Soyousuke and Kurosaki Ichigo. Seireitei, Corpse Soul World, all of these will be protected by me in the future. You can go at ease."

Looking at Captain Yamamoto with his head bowed down, Yuhabach smiled coldly and swung his sword instantly.

However, in that split second, something was faster than his sword.

It's a fist.

Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekuni, a pair of huge fists, was touching his lower abdomen.

The momentary movement and stillness even made Yuhabach feel like he was breathing disorderly, but he just opened his eyes wide to see the fist pressing against his lower abdomen.

"...two bones."

boom!

A muffled sound resounded through the entire Lingwang Palace, Yuhabach looked down at his lower abdomen in disbelief.

The almost invincible static blood suit has been broken layer by layer. Captain Yamamoto slowly lifted his sandbag-sized fist expressionlessly. Under his horrified gaze, muscles like monsters swelled up around him, almost Smash it instantly.

"This old man is the strongest god of death in the millennium, Yuhabach. With the power of your fists bursting out in an instant, can you catch it with your static blood costume? Even if the old man's swastika is lost, the old man's fists and feet , but still able to smash all the enemies of Seireitei! Yuhabach!"