I'm not really a magician

Ji Jiang turned into the scabbard of the Zanpakuto when he was released, and those blades could not hurt her at all.

But now, the emerald blade cut through Ji Jiang's palm without hindrance, and poured into her body along the wound.

Kuchiki Jijiang is the master of the Zanpakuto, but there is not only the soul of the Zanpakuto in the Zanpakuto.

And curses.

Under the circumstances that Tian Yuan couldn't detect, Ji Jiang's consciousness was pulled into the world of Dao Soul at that moment.

The Zanpaku Dao was severely injured, and Ji Jiang was also uncomfortable. The world of the Sword Soul has changed a lot since the first time he saw it.

There are withered vines all over the ground, and the leaves of the giant trees parasitized by the vines have also withered and shrunk. The sunlight falls from the blue sky through the sparse leaves to the withered grass and dead trees, a scene in late autumn.

The Soul of the Blade did not appear immediately.Ji Jiang saw a few scattered small flowers blooming among the thick tree roots raised on the ground.

She stepped on the soft vines and walked over, squatting down to look at the few newly emerged plants.

The small white buds hang from the thin green stems and leaves, as if they would fall to the ground with a light touch. Ji Jiang couldn't imagine how such a weak plant could survive here.

There was the rustling sound of grass blades rubbing behind him, and Ji Jiang looked back.

Daohun stood in front of her, looking down at her from a height, the corners of the blue robe were on the withered and dark yellow plants, which seemed out of place.

This time she didn't put on the original mask again, revealing a face that was almost the same as hers.

"Give it up."

Daohun's hoarse voice came out of his throat, his bright black eyes were extremely dark, and his face was full of pity.

What was speaking at this time was not only her knife, but also the curse that entangled her.

In Ji Jiang's eyes, the dark mantra power and the shallow spiritual power of Daohun are intertwined and inseparable.

They are connected to life and death, and they are all in danger. If Ji Jiang dies, the sword soul will collapse, not to mention Tian Yuan's purpose is to devour the sword soul.

The Soul of the Sword asked her to abandon the five nobles, and promised to take revenge on the five nobles, so as to obtain the real solution.

Ji Jiang looked at his knife.

Shinigami's sword soul has its own personality. In a sense, her sword is actually very easy to talk about.

Apart from the fact that it took too long to obtain the initial solution, she needed the 卍jie, and she was unwilling to take action against her relatives and friends, so Sword Soul coordinated with the curse, and gave her part of the 卍jie language, so that she could use the curse Express a part of your own swastika.

Ji Jiang sometimes thinks that if it wasn't for the curse, she would probably be able to get the swastika a long time ago.

Ji Jiang lowered his eyes and stopped looking at the Soul of the Sword, and shook his head slightly.

"Let me out," she said.

She was born in the Kuchiki family, and the Kuchiki family raised her; Sifengyuan helped her, and her friends also came from Sifengyuan.Kurosaki Ichigo is a descendant of the Shiba family, and Tsunayashiro is the only one left, and Hell also needs a gatekeeper.

Not to mention whether she has the ability to be an enemy of these five families, even if she has, she can't face them with swords.

She couldn't give up all this in order to repay her life.

Even if she loses, she will choose to fight to the death instead of betrayal.

Even if she dies in battle, she will not let the opponent have a chance to devour her.

because……

She is death.

Ji Jiang's memory suddenly returned to many years ago, the knife in his hand was shot down by a silver-haired man.

It wasn't until the dull sound of the knife falling to the ground that she woke up from her daze, and the man's snow-white feathers slowly fell with the movement.

The other party asked her why she wanted to be the god of death.

She found many reasons, and until the last moment, she also thought it was atonement.

But she suddenly doesn't think so now.

If it is atonement, why not kill the sinner?

If it was a redemption, why did he have to exchange terms with Daohun on the battlefield to save Yushiro?

She thought too much and complicated, so that she couldn't even see her heart clearly.

She wants to protect the people she cares about, Seireitei, and even everyone in the world of souls.

So she will become a member of Gotei Thirteenth Division and become the God of Death.

That's all the reason.

"Send me out." Ji Jiang repeated.This time, her voice was much firmer.

Goutei Thirteen Fans will sacrifice members every year. This time, it's probably her turn. There is nothing to hesitate or entangle with.

She just felt a little pity, and she would not have said those things if she had known.

Before I had time to go to the Suzuki Tower and overlook the whole city with the person I wanted to be with, I made an agreement first.

I'm going to miss my appointment.

It suddenly darkened in front of my eyes.

A cold hand covered Ji Jiang's eyes, and she seemed to see a few strands of pure white long hair in a daze.

She heard a sigh.

The sigh of a man long gone.

She seemed to hear the sighs of many people, one after another, engulfed from the end of the torrent of time, carrying the unwillingness of the dead.

As the sighs dissipated, the heavy curses surrounding her also gradually dissipated.

Where Ji Jiang couldn't see, overlapping phantoms appeared on Daohun covering her eyes.

Some of these phantoms are dead humans, some are dead gods of death, some are known to Ji Jiang, and some she has never seen before. They are stripped from the knife, gradually revealing the true appearance of the knife soul under heavy cover.

Pure white.

From hair to eyelashes, robes, and skin, all are pure white faceless people.

She seemed to have just been born, she had not yet given birth to her own appearance, and then imitated her master, pinched a face that was no different from her master.

Dao Hun opened his eyes, and looked at those people made of countless phantoms.

It was a curse spirit transformed from the spirit king's curse.

His long hair hangs down, and a white feathered weaving is covered over the black death tyrant outfit.

The only thing that was wrong was that there was an empty hole in his stomach.

At this time, the hole was slowly being filled, and at the same time, Ji Jiang felt something being pulled out of his body.

This is the part that Tsunayashi's ancestors stripped from the soul king back then.

The viscera of the Spirit King, part of his digestive organs.

The sword soul disappeared like a curse spirit.

So Ji Jiang saw the person who appeared in front of her eyes.

"Fuzhu..." Ji Jiang's expression was in a daze for a moment, and then he realized that this was impossible, pursed his lips, looked at him warily, and asked sharply, "Who are you?"

Seeing Ji Jiang's expression, "Floating Bamboo" smiled wryly, and his figure faded away, turning into another person Ji Jiang didn't know.

His voice was light and a little erratic: "I just think that appearing in front of you in the form of someone you know well will make you feel more relaxed."

Seeing Ji Jiang staring at him unkindly, he continued, "I am the curse spirit that troubles you."

"As you can see, you gave me a satisfactory answer, and now I don't want to restrain you anymore."

"What?" Ji Jiang was stunned.

What answer does the spirit king's spell need?

His obsession and his curse all originated from the backhand sneak attack of Tsunayashi's ancestor back then.

He understands the meaning of his own birth, and understands why Tsunayashiro did that.He even saw the development of the world after he didn't dodge that blow.

As long as he wanted to, Tsunayashiro couldn't hurt him.

But he still let Tsuna Yayo seal him.

This was his fate, and the fate of the other five.

After choosing to be sealed, he kept thinking about whether he had only one ending to choose, and whether there would be a time when these five people would cooperate with him peacefully instead of fearing him?

He accepted the ending that he would be betrayed, but he was unwilling to accept that he had only the ending of being betrayed.Will there ever be a time when he won't be betrayed by the suspicious Tsunayashiro?

This is where the curse begins.

He just wants a decision that won't be betrayed.

Even if the other party chooses not to betray, it is not him.

He persuaded Tsunayashiro's descendants: "Give it up."

Abandoning those people, you can have unparalleled strength, kill the enemies outside, and no longer have to worry about someone being against you.

He thought so, but hoped to hear another answer.

His conditions for breaking the spell were originally that simple.

After all, the person who gave birth to him is willing to give his life for this world.

So he finally got the answer in his heart.

The pain of being destroyed and the torment of questioning fate for countless times finally left him, and his heart was very close to the soul king who had passed away long ago.

Those souls attached to the curse and gathered in his body because of the fragments of the spirit king finally separated and calmed down.

Among them, the white-haired God of Death who dedicated himself to the King of Spirits always looked as gentle as water, and said to him——

I will leave it to you, my subordinates.

That was the captain of the thirteenth division who died a few years ago, Ukitake Toshiro.

After sacrificing himself, the captain's soul also came to him who was cursed by the spirit king.

So when he showed up, he chose the appearance of Fuzhu, but unexpectedly it had the opposite effect.

"In short, I'm about to disappear. Before I disappear, do you have any questions?" The curse spirit was in a relaxed and happy mood, not at all like someone who was about to disappear.

Ji Jiang stared at him for a while, and then asked: "Where will Captain Fuzhu go? And—"

"Are you the Spirit King?"

When Mana Ling heard the second question, his expression froze for a moment, then he burst out laughing, clutching his stomach and couldn't straighten up, as if he heard an extremely ridiculous joke.

Immediately, he raised his head, looked at the slightly nervous Ji Jiang, and said word by word: "I would rather just be an ordinary person than be a spirit king."

"The people who did those things in the first place have nothing to do with you. Without them, there would be others."

"As for your former captain." Manu Ling's slender black eyelashes curled along his eyes, "Where should I go? Isn't the cycle of spirits a basic lesson?"

"I'll be there, and you'll be there someday."

"Finally, I want to tell you one thing."

Incantation