[Death] Xiao Ran Yimeng

neither left...

You have left me alone again, and only me.But, I don't want to be alone, all I want to do is protect you and the bond between us!What's the point of what I've been doing if you're gone...

"Why didn't you answer me? At this time, you shouldn't have smiled and said to me, 'Master, you are so long-winded.' But I called you many times and you still didn't answer me..." The ribbon on Mengluo's hair was broken. Come on, the black hair moved against the wind, covering up all expressions.

On the other side, all the transparent chains on Budsby's body penetrated into the skin, and he stretched out his hand to push it vigorously, but there was nothing in his palm. He cursed in a low voice, and when he raised his head to meet a pair of eyes, he fell into an unconcealable shock: "This is……"

change of dreams

Buzzby was hit by a ball of black and red light before he finished speaking, and he flew backwards at an extremely fast speed, and his body hit the team building heavily, and he was deeply trapped in it. Flying out from the other side quickly, the entire team building of the first team collapsed.

Just where Buzzby was standing, Mengluo stood with her head bowed. She raised her head slightly, and her black eyes turned red like blood.A bone mask appeared on her right face, and her lacquered black hair was also dyed a chilling red. She stood there, her cold pupils containing no trace of warmth.

In the ruins, in the ruins full of corpses, she lightly swept across the empty blood field, with an upward arc drawn at the corner of her lips, she was the only one standing alone in the endless blood red, she was smiling , smiling like a flower.

"What's going on here, which team are you from?" A team of Reapers appeared on the side, and the leader of the Reaper questioned Meng Luo who stood there indifferently.

Meng Luo gently turned around and looked at the speaker. He shivered involuntarily when he met Meng Luo's eyes. What kind of eyes are these? They are empty without any emotion, and a large area of ​​desolation spreads out of the blood-colored eyes. , It was a bright red with nothing but vastness and loneliness. The god of death shuddered unknowingly. He had a feeling that she was looking at a corpse, as if he was already dead...

"This mask? It's false!" A sharp voice suddenly sounded from the crowd.

Meng Luo lightly raised his right hand, a black flash on the tip of his index finger slowly formed amidst the surprise, and shot out towards the crowd. The black and red became bigger and bigger in front of everyone, and the Zanpakuto in his hand could hardly be held up?Is this powerful spiritual pressure going to die?

When the crowd was desperate, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the crowd, slashing Xu Shan in half with a knife.

"Captain Ping, Pingzi." The God of Death at the head felt a kind of rejoicing for the rest of his life, and Makoto Pingzi swept across the frightened crowd, with a rare seriousness on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Take everyone to retreat, here Just leave it to me and tell no one to approach this area."

"Yes, Captain Hirako."

After everyone retreated, Pingzi Zhenzi looked at Mengluo, and after seeing the mask on Mengluo's face clearly, his voice seemed to be covered with a shadow, "This is a blur? Although I don't know why you became like this, but Now that this kind of situation has happened, I have to subdue you first, swastika, Nifo. What you see under Nifo is upside down, the more accustomed people are, the more they rely on reflection, but what you see Is it wrong?"

With a movement of Mako Hirako's figure, she appeared directly behind Mengluo as if tearing apart the space, and the sharp blade slashed down from top to bottom.

bingo?

wrong.

It's an afterimage!

Suddenly there was a hard object behind him, without thinking about anything else, the knife in his hand was slashed backwards, and a slender hand held the blade tightly, the sea of ​​blood in Meng's eyes reflected the cold temperature, piercing straight Into Hirako Mako's heart.

"not good!"

The blade in Hirako Mako's hand began to whine, and Mengluo's palm exuded a palpitating power.

"boom"

A black-red flash erupted from her hand, and the flash blasted the flat ground out of a deep pit the size of a room. The pit was filled with smoke and dust. After the smoke cleared, a figure stood in embarrassment.

Hirako Makoto clutched her bloody arm and looked at Mengluo with deep eyes. Did she fight without vision or her reaction far surpassed mine, which was enough to reflect the incoordination of vision, no matter which one it was? It's troublesome enough. Although I don't want to use it, it seems that I can't afford to keep it under this situation.

Hirako Mako placed one hand in a claw shape in front of her face, with strange white bones gathering between her fingers, her Reiatsu began to rise, and a white mask had formed in front of her.

The moment the mask was just formed, Meng Luo's calm and unwavering eyes began to fluctuate, revealing a chilling ferocity in the eyes, and the whole person suddenly moved, with one hand clasped towards Mako Hirako's throat like a claw.

"Ding"

Hirako Mako's blade lay in front of Mengluo's claws, the figures of the two kept flickering in the air, and the sound of the dull collision was uninterrupted.

Hirako Mako secretly complained, her speed and attack strength were still increasing, even in the state of virtualization, she felt like she couldn't keep up, and every time the wound would heal quickly, it was just like super-speed regeneration of the virtual ground.

"Boom" Mengluo hit Hirako Mako's mask with a false flash, and a crack appeared in the mask, which peeled off piece by piece. Before Hirako Mako could react, a thin hand directly locked his throat, and his whole body Lifting it up, the force on the neck was as strong as twisting the neck.

Meng Luo lightly raised his right hand, and the false flash between his fingers gradually took shape. Hirako Makoto barely lifted the blade in his hand and stabbed it into Meng Luo's body, wouldn't it work?Is it the virtual steel skin this time?

The color of the virtual flash became darker and darker, and the powerlessness in his heart grew bigger and bigger. Meng Luo aimed the virtual flash between his fingers at Hirako Makoto, and before the virtual flash could be released, a green light shot obliquely and swallowed it.

Pingzi Zhenzi keenly felt Mengluo's fingers trembling slightly, and she suddenly fell down.

"Ahem." Makoto Hirako rubbed his purple neck, looked up at the person who had just interrupted the false flash, and it was also the reason why Mengluo was strange, "Pomian?"

When Meng Luo looked at the person, there was a moment of rippling in his eyes, a new trend that was as dense as mist, and it quickly became silent, gradually silent, and finally sank to the bottom of the lake, gradually disappearing.

"Woman, what's the matter with your form? Are you imitating Pomian and abandoning your identity as a god of death in order to gain power?" Ulquiola walked towards Mengluo step by step, with a strange charm in his steps, With heavy oppression.

"Are you talking about imitation? It's a pity that it's not imitation. As for the identity of the god of death in your mouth, it may be very important to her, but it's not worth mentioning to me at all." Meng Luo suddenly laughed softly, mixed with words Thick sarcasm.

"You're not her, who are you?" Ulquiola suddenly stopped and frowned slightly.

"Hehe, who are you asking me?" Meng Luoxiao's shoulders trembled slightly, his eyes overflowed with water, the smile spread to the corners of his eyes, his white teeth were half exposed, he raised his wrist and slowly shook it in front of him, his red lips parted slightly, "You should know this better than anyone else, but it doesn't matter now. She gave up herself in order to gain power. Everything you do will no longer be useful. Speaking of which, I should have taken the initiative so quickly. Thank u."

"You mean the swastika." Ulquiorah seemed to think of something.

"It can be said that the balance has been tilted since that day, and this time her swastika is taken away, the balance will be completely destroyed, and everything she has been suppressing will be liberated."

"My task is to bring her back intact. Since you are not her, there is no need for me to hold back." Ulquiola slowly pulled out the knife from his waist and pointed it straight at Mengluo.

Mengluo appeared behind Ulquiola with a movement, and whispered close to his ear: "I didn't expect you to attack her, and it's not surprising, but now I'm one with her, so what about you?" Take her away intact?"

Speaking of Mengluo, he exhaled by his ear, stretched out his red tongue and licked his earlobe lightly, Ulquiorra slashed across with his backhand sword, Mengluo seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and his body retreated rapidly, Standing still in one place, Liu Mei raised her eyebrows, her charming eyes contained bone-biting charm, and she looked at him with a half-smile.

"It wasn't Shunpo just now, it was Ring Turn. It was a virtualization in order to gain power. Regardless of the shape, no matter how much the move is like Pomian, the power is still very different."

"Didn't I say that? I'm not imitating, but I should be like this. But you are so persistent, I don't mind letting you see my true strength, and it is more beneficial for me to kill you in the current situation. ,So I can……"

Mengluo raised her hand to point at Ulquiola, her lips were smiling with only coldness in her eyes, and her voice was filled with blood-stained chill, "Black Void Flash."

A black flash slowly formed between the fingers, and the slightly leaked spiritual pressure was comparable to the flash just now. The black color was extraordinarily strange, exuding an aura that made one's heart palpitate, an aura that made one's soul tremble.

Mengluo's red hair was windless, and the mask on his face was getting bigger little by little. Just when the false flash was about to take shape, Mengluo's body suddenly trembled violently, and then he let out an extremely suppressed groan, pointing The intermittent flashes quickly collapsed.

Her body shrunk unconsciously, she grabbed her head with one hand, her nails seemed to be stuck in, her white-toothed red lips were bitten with blood stains, and she said ruthlessly, "Damn it! Are you stopping me? Yours!" Existence is obviously a mistake, you can't protect anyone, and you shouldn't forget why you exist, right? If you want to get rid of everything, you can only rely on me