Shinigami

Chapter 83 – Congratulations to Diezuka Kenpachi

On a plain in Xiliu District, a scorched black land with a size of about five or six square kilometers, with some depressions and cracks, is somewhat incompatible with the beautiful surrounding scenery.

Suddenly, with a loud bang, a few charred rocks flew up into the sky, breaking the dead silence here. The man with tattered clothes but no trace of dirt walked out of the ground. It was Diezuka Hongjiang who had just learned about Molecheng Shuangye with his own hands.

In fact, it is not right to say personally. After Mole Chengshuang also told him, he shattered his own heart with only one sentence. Even his brother Moe Cheng Kozo was killed by him.

“I don’t feel relieved that Fortunately San will leave alone.” This is the last sentence left by Molecheng Shuangye.

Hong Jiang sighed lightly and pulled the light rope in his hand. Two sarcophagi broke out of the ground, containing the corpses of Molecheng Shuangye and Molecheng Kozo.

Although the two brothers and Molecheng are on the opposite side for various reasons, Hong Jiang can’t feel a trace of hatred for this person, and he even feels a little guilty in his heart. The two brothers are just two poor people in the end. That’s it, so Hong Jiang retained the last respect for their bodies.

But even so, the corpses of these two people cannot be buried in Seireitei, maybe even the burial is difficult, especially the members of the eleventh division who lost their captain, it is estimated that they would like to be smashed into pieces. Right.

Or just bury them here? Hong Jiang looked back at the two sarcophagi. It may be the best result for them, but if you don’t take their bodies back, you will be beaten in vain.Looking down at himself again, the originally spacious death tyrant dress is now full of necklines above the abdomen, and the sleeves on both sides are also shortened a lot, just like a funny little vest.

There are only a few thin threads left on the shank of the armor ghost hanging on the waist, and the blade in the scabbard is even more terrible. It was originally less than two feet and broke a piece, and the rest is also Not much better, the blade is densely covered with fine lines, and the original sharp blade is even more pitted and pitted by a dog.

This is how Jiagui’s 卍jie is. Once damaged, he can only repair it by himself at the normal healing speed of the owner’s body, but before it is completely repaired, he can’t even release the original solution. And this time the damage of A ghost is close to a quarter, and it is estimated that every ten days and half a month will not get better.

“It’s not easy for me. Few people in this world have an easy life.” Hong Jiang folded his hands together and whispered to the two sarcophagi in front of him: “So please forgive me for having to take you back to the Seiling Palace. ,,, I won’t be blamed for the rest of the matter, please understand more.”

Regardless of whether such words would work, Hong Jiang turned his head after speaking, and ran towards the Seiring Palace to the west with two sets of sarcophagus.

But just in the sky above Hongjiang a thousand meters high, a green devil-like creature is floating there, on which stands a woman with her hair draped behind her, and Hongjiang’s every move falls on her lifeless In his eyes.

The captain of the fourth division, Uozhihuareu, the creature at her feet is her Hajime Roujiu, or she should be called Uozhihua Yachiryu at this moment, the first generation of Jianba Maozhihua Yachiryu.

She also just found here. According to Yamamoto’s order to her, she should rush down at this moment, knock Hongjiang stunned, and then take it back to Seireitei.

But it’s not hard to guess who lies in the sarcophagus behind Hongjiang. It must be the fugitive Moecheng Shuangya who has taken the title of Sword Eight that can create such a momentum.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)Allowing Hongjiang’s figure to disappear from the field of vision, Wu Zhihua still has no decision in her heart, but maybe she has already made a decision, maybe?

“A lot of contact with me, is it also contaminated with my misfortune?” Uozhihua held the scabbard around her waist, rubbing her right thumb back and forth in the air, as if she was holding an invisible knife in her hand. .

“But the misfortune that started with me cannot end because of me. Let me see where you will go, whether you can reach the level of that man back then~” Uozhihua muttered to herself, her right foot lightened. Stomping, the meat 唔唔 under his feet grinned with a silly smile, turned around and flew away to the west.

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Two days later, outside the Seoring Palace, Torue Yuin looked at the two sets of sarcophagus in front of the Chozuka Hiroshi, his face was full of excitement and admiration.

When Hong Jiang came back, he didn’t deliberately hide his eyes and ears. His whereabouts were naturally discovered by the death gods stationed in Liuhai District. At the same time, there was news that the offender Mole Chengshuang had also been punishable!

Just like the death of Kariya Shiki Kenpachi, both in the Seireitei and outside Seireitei, the gods of death know that Mole Castle is powerful.

This is especially true for the members of the eleventh division. Even if there are thousands of unwillings in their hearts, they all know that the man who killed his captain is worthy of their honorable name Moecheng Jianba!They wanted revenge, even if they knew that they had just given their lives in vain. But they are also confused. If Molecheng Shuang is not defeated by one person, then the title of Sword Eight, which is also a symbol of the 11th Division, will completely disappear?

Is it revenge or waiting for someone to show up? Of course, the latter is also revenge, but they are also afraid that this hatred will gradually dissipate over time.

But at this moment, the news of the killing of fugitive Moecheng Shuangya and Moeki Kozo by Chozuka Hiroe reached the Seoreitei.

The death of Kariyashiki Kenpachi made the eleventh division plunged into a long night, because the sun in their hearts disappeared. And now, the night is finally over, a person named Diezuka Hongjiang, as the newborn sun, swept away the haze in their hearts!

The only people who returned from Liuhun Street to Seiring Palace were Hongjiang and Hu Teru Yongyin, but since entering the Runlinan District of Dongliuhun Street, the people around them have gradually increased.

That was the members of the eleventh division. There was one player on each side of the road every 100 meters. They would bow to the two of them at a ninety degree distance, and then they would stand up and follow silently. Behind the two.

However, Hu Che Yongyin knew that this salute was only to Hong Jiang alone. These arrogant and surly 11th Division members had gratitude or respect on their faces at this moment, and these were only to Hong Jiang alone.

Hu Che Yong Yin didn’t ask herself to do the same. She only hoped that one day, everyone would look at her with an expression of trust and relief, but she is not yet.

At the beginning, she was shoulder to shoulder with Hongjiang, but Hu Teru Yongyin had consciously followed Hongjiang behind. She understood that she could only stay in this position at the moment.When I came to Seireitei, the empty periphery of Seireitei on weekdays, at this moment, two rows of death gods standing side by side formed a black road.

At the left end of the road, there is a man with a short head and tears. The armband on his left arm has a black sawgrass printed under the word’Eleven.’ This is a flower representing battle, and it is also the team of the 11th Division Flower, and he is the deputy captain of the eleventh division Goosuke.

“Gong,,” the moment Hongjiang stepped into the area of ​​Seiring Palace, Gosuke tremblingly said a word, took a deep breath, and after forcibly stabilizing his breath, Gosuke choked his neck and shouted loudly: “Gonge welcome to the ninth generation. Sword Eight! Diezuka Sword Eight!”

“ceremony!!!”

The members of the eleventh division on both sides and behind Hongjiang pulled out the Zanpaku Knife from their waists together, clasping their hands in front of them.

“Welcome Diezuka Sword Eight!”

The voice uttered by more than three hundred death gods was deafening, as if it was about to crush Seireitei, and there was only one thing to say, “Welcome Diezuka Swordsman!”

“Welcome Diezuka Sword Eight!”

“Welcome Diezuka Sword Eight!”

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