Byakuya's son

The moment the exploding spiritual pressure appeared, the face-shattered body also became bigger and bigger. Four terrifying giant horns sprouted from his shoulders. The huge blade was lifted by his hands like a building, and on his forehead His bone mask has completely disappeared, leaving only the mask of the lower jaw. His long tongue protrudes ferociously, and the spiritual pressure radiating from his body is more violent than before. Exploding bombs are ordinary and full of danger.

"Knowing the existence of our Pomian, I also know that this is not a level comparable to that of a mere Daxu." Feeling the weight of the huge blade in his hand, this Pomian seemed to regain his confidence. In his eyes, the size of the Zanpakuto is not even as big as a toothpick, and the Zanpakuto that has not been sheathed grinned grinningly: "Why, you don't even have the courage to draw the sword? It seems that you are not stupid, at least you understand the common sense of death, and you know that the size of the Zanpakuto is equivalent to The strength of spiritual pressure, with your branch-like size, can't pose a threat to this old man at all...

The huge blade suddenly stood up, brought a strong wind and slashed down from top to bottom, as if the ferocity that wanted to split the street in half spread from his red eyes, he seemed to see the sliced ​​road He couldn't help but screamed and laughed wildly, "Very good, if you don't resist, you will die more comfortably!"

As he expected, Tong Ming, who was the size of an ant at this moment, didn't draw his sword, but stretched out a hand again.

"Boom!!" There was a huge roar, and the crack marks like spider webs spread around the soles of Tongming's feet, and a huge circular pit appeared. Mi, but his posture didn't seem to be struggling at all, and his outstretched hand was tightly gripping the huge blade!

"This...how is this..." Pomian's voice began to tremble, his hands were numb from the force, and the moment the blade touched Tong Ming's hand, the huge force almost made him let go of the knife. out.

"This guy, is he really not even Daxu? Judging by his power, which is stronger than that of ants, it is not bad. The material of this knife is indeed the Zanpakuto that I wait for the god of death to have." Qing He lightly praised, Tongming didn't even pay attention to that shabby expression, he just locked his eyes on the giant blade in front of him, a cold light flashed in his black pupils in vain, "But a mere so-called What qualifications do you have to own Zanpakuto? Such a despicable existence is simply a kind of blasphemy."

"Crack." Like a piece of fragile biscuit, under the sudden force of Tong Ming's hand, the huge blade was snapped off by him!This apparently impossible phenomenon was clearly and cruelly reflected in Pomian's eyes, and he screamed in fear, "You...what are you! You are not a god of death! You absolutely cannot be a god of death!"

I don't know whether to call it lucky or unlucky, but this unintentional remark just hit the anxious switch in someone's heart.

The surrounding temperature seemed to drop to freezing point due to someone's mood swings, and the air suddenly became bone-chilling cold, making it even more difficult for Pomian to breathe in this world where spirits are already thin, and at the same time feel that every part of his body is shaking. Trembling so clearly, the heart made a sound like a war drum, and the screaming instinctively stopped.

"You said, who is not the god of death?" The tone didn't change much, but the voice seemed to be very strangely colder, Tong Ming slowly walked towards the huge Pomian, step by step, as if stepping on the beating heart of the Pomian , an illusion as if it was about to be torn apart made the blood red remaining in the corners of the eyes quickly fade away, and a look of extreme fear appeared, "Originally, a so-called broken face is not worthy of drawing a knife by myself. But such a presumptuous Speaking, you can be proud even if you die..."

The Zanpakuto was slowly drawn out by the bright right hand, the silver moonlight shone on the blade as the blade was gradually drawn out like spring water, and the coldness on the blade seemed to have been washed by the spring water, Become more pure, "not in the name of being the first broken face to die under his own knife, but purely, to be the first minion who died under his own knife but can be remembered by himself."

Beginning with the end of this sentence, Tong Ming's murderous intent suddenly burst out at the moment the last word was spoken, and Po Mian's mind seemed to collapse in an instant as if a wooden house made of rough wood was washed away by the flood. And the extremely silvery cold light suddenly appeared and pierced his entire sky. The cold and pure killing intent in that cold light made his liver and gallbladder tear apart. He didn't have the courage to roar, and he didn't have the strength to scream... There is only a piece of bright red despair.

"puff……"

The huge body was neatly cut in half, and the moment it fell to both sides, a touch of moonlight, which was blocked by the huge figure before, sprinkled down between the layers of flying blood, shining on the general who appeared behind Pomian. The blade slowly returned to the sheathed Tongming.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Kisuke Urahara, who was not far away, saw the bright hair turn blood red in an instant at the moment when the blood flew into the sky, but quickly returned to its original shape.

"Once the seal is broken, will it be impossible to suppress it?" Kisuke's heart skipped a beat, and then he murmured: "The incoming force seems to be more ferocious than Mr. Hirako and the others. It really can't be dealt with by ordinary blurring."

……

"Master Aizen, what are your orders?" The calm tone seemed to have no emotion at all, but Aizen could clearly feel the respect from the visitor.

The white and smooth ground clearly reflected the figure of the future man, with black hair, half of a bony helmet covering the left side of his handsome cheek, and the green pupils showed no emotion at all, as indifferent as if nothing could enter His eyes are normal, as if they are the continuation of his pupils. There are two green straight lines under his eyes, like a channel opened by tears, and all his emotions are vented on these two green thin lines. Nothing to say.

"It's just a little boring, I want to ask you a little bit." Aizen walked down the long stairs step by step, smiling, with an inexplicable meaning in his brown pupils, "You don't mind, do you? Ulquiorra .”

"Master Aizen's order is absolute, so please don't think about other things." The man named Ulquiola didn't make the slightest move because of Aizen's almost equal words. As a subordinate, there was no hesitation in the cold voice, "Please ask for instructions."

"I am somewhat interested in a boy named Kurosaki Ichigo. His strength has grown rapidly. I don't know if he can cause some trouble to me. If there is a possibility, kill him when you go to the world tomorrow. "As Aizen gradually walked down the stairs, the light hit Aizen's left face and cast a shadow from the right, making his eyes on the right appear sharper in the dark, "And, if my There is no mistake in the deduction, maybe there is someone who is also interested in you in this world."

"Kurosaki Ichigo...Understood, please inform him of the general information and the approximate geographical scope. If it is confirmed that the target is a threat, before your afternoon tea tomorrow, my subordinates will solve everything."

"Don't you want to know who I said you are interested in?" After hearing Ulquiola's answer, Aizen continued to ask him with a smile. This subordinate's temper is a bit rigid, but for him, But not boring.

"That kind of person doesn't exist." Ulquiola's answer seemed a little rude literally, but Aizen understood that he didn't mean any offense, this guy was saying something close to the truth and expounding, " Even if it exists, in comparison, Aizen-sama's interest is the first priority."

"Even..." With an inexplicable smile, Aizen casually said a name from his mouth, "Is it Kuchiki Tongming?"

The calm green pupils shrank slightly, Ulquiorra raised his head, looked at Aizen for a long time, his face still had no expression, but Aizen clearly saw that the moment he heard that name appeared After being surprised for a short time, he returned to a pool of stagnant water. He spoke slowly, as if he was reading a report that was close to the facts, "Yes, I'm not interested."