A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 665 658. So...big...

boom--

The virtual flash bombardment stirred up smoke and dust on the ground.

"Damn monster..."

Ishida Uryū rushed out of the smoke in a panic, his body covered with cuts and bruises.

Ishida Uryū's estimate of his own strength was somewhat wrong, because he had almost no chance to take action in Soul Society, so his strength actually did not grow at all from the time he went there to the time he came back. With such strength, he has to deal with the situation in front of him. The existence is still too forced.

"What on earth is this?" Uryū Ishida distanced himself and looked back at the giant creature that was mixed with the auras of death and hollow, "Damn it, we can't win at all if we continue like this!"

He anxiously sensed the atmosphere around him.

There is unknown spiritual pressure in the direction of Kurosaki Ichigo, and it seems that he has no time to help him, and the same is true for Inoue and Sadatari.

Now it seems that I can only rely on myself to deal with the guy in front of me.

But there is almost no hope... No, there is still a possibility of winning, but is it really necessary?

Ishida Uryu looked at the spirit-dispersing gloves he wore on his hands, and his chances of winning were based on this spiritual tool left by his grandfather.

Is now the time to put your faith as a Quincy on the line?

Ishida Uryu stopped running away and seemed to have the answer in his heart.

Will he continue to run away in embarrassment and be protected by others in the end?

of course not.

Being rescued by Ichigo Kurosaki and even Orihime Inoue was undoubtedly a heavy blow to Uryū Ishida. He was obviously the one who inherited the will of the last Quincy, but the pride and glory of the Quincy would not allow it. He lost to death, let alone to humans.

"Why did the Quincy perish? Is it really because he was too weak?"

Ishida Uryu even felt a little confused and confused.

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"Yulong, have you been to grandpa's place again recently?" The man in a white coat looked through the medical books on the bookshelf and asked the young man who returned home without looking back.

"Yes..." The young man carried his schoolbag and lowered his head.

"Have I told you many times? I told you not to go anymore." The man said expressionlessly.

"But..." The young man opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by the man in front of him.

"Don't make excuses. I've said this many times." The man turned his head coldly, "There's no point in saving the dead. That should be the job of the God of Death. If you want to learn, just learn from me how to save the living, right?" It's because I have no interest and you have no talent. The Quincy should have ended by your grandfather's generation... Do you understand?"

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"Is it the end..." Uryū Ishida muttered to himself, with a bleak smile on his face.

If this is really the case, then there will no longer be Quincy in the future world... It shouldn't be a big deal, right?

Violent spiritual power continued to pour out of Ishida Uryu's body. He tore up his tattered coat and intertwined his spiritual power with the injured parts of his body, and then spread throughout his body.

Pretend to be a puppet indiscriminately.

The spiritual beams made up of countless intertwined threads connect the immobile places, forcing the body to move like a puppet. This was originally a method that the Quincy came up with in order to continue fighting the Hollows because he was too old to move. Whether it's a ruptured tendon or a broken bone, it doesn't matter in a body that maintains activity this way. As its name suggests, it is built to fight until the very end.

This is the strongest combat spiritual technique known to the Quincy known to Uryū Ishida.

Of course... even this kind of technology is useless in a battle where there is an absolute power gap.

The reason why he used the technique he was using now was not to fight the guy in front of him desperately, but because without the support of the random puppet, his body would probably be unable to move.

"I'm sorry, Master..."

Ishida Uryu slowly raised the hand wearing the spirit-dispersing gloves and holding the spiritual bow, and violent spiritual power began to emerge from the gloves.

Grandpa once told him that the 'Spirit-Scattering Glove', wearing it and training for seven days and seven nights, would allow him to reach the highest level of almost a Quincy, but the price was that he would never be able to take off the gloves again.

Because once he takes it off, all the Quincy power in him will disappear and burn up in an extremely violent way.

The principle is because the Spirit-Scattering Glove is a spiritual tool that can spread spirits in a high-concentration form. If a normal Quincy wears it, it will be difficult to condense the spirit bow even if the diffusion force is blocked. But as long as it is passed through After training to the point where you can draw the bow and maintain it for seven days and seven nights, it is equivalent to exceeding the original limit, and such limit is the limit when wearing gloves.

When taking off the gloves, the compressed high-concentration spiritual power will spread crazily. Even the Quincy, who has been kept at the extreme state because of the gloves, cannot bear this level of spiritual power. To put it simply, under On top of the limit and beyond the limit again.

Excessive flames will burn or even devour the Quincy itself. Forcibly releasing such spiritual power will result in becoming a useless person and losing the power of the Quincy.

The Assassin Uryū Ishida used the Random Puppet precisely because he knew that his body could not withstand such power, so he could only use the Random Puppet to force his body to move beyond its limits to ensure that he could still bend the bow and place an arrow. .

Spiritual energy spurted upwards along his arms, like blue wings of light.

And this state is more powerful than Ishida Uryu himself imagined. The violent spiritual power even begins to corrode and disintegrate the surrounding spiritual beings, absorb the spiritual beings, destroy their structures, and force them to become his own power. This is no longer just a simple matter. The spirit children were collected, but the spirit children were completely controlled.

This... seems to be the highest realm of Quincy?

Ishida Uryu had such a premonition.

But it didn't matter to him anymore.

Because the stronger the power he feels at this moment means the more terrifying the power in his body is.

In this state, even with the blessing of the chaotic puppet, his body can't last long. Shooting one arrow is probably the limit.

Ishida Uryu slowly raised his other hand and pulled the bow string.

The spiritual energy escaping from the light wings began to gather towards his hand, and a light arrow composed of highly concentrated spiritual particles shone with dazzling light.

This was probably the last shot in the Quincy's career. It was really embarrassing to have it end in such a way. Ishida Uryu smiled bitterly, and gently released his hand holding the arrow tail.

"Roar--"

The attacking Arrancar roared angrily.

It felt fear, but it was too late to retreat at this moment. All it could do now was roar unwillingly.

Buzz——

Along with a burst of sound, the beam accurately penetrated the hard mask on the Arrancar's face, and the concentrated power was unstoppable.

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the other side.

boom--

The huge fist hit the gauntlet of Chadata Taihu's arm. The ground under his feet was dented by the violent impact, and gravel flew away.

"We can't go on like this. If we don't destroy it quickly, the surrounding area will be completely destroyed."

Sadatora asked Inoue Orihime's opinion in a deep voice.

"Hmm..." Inoue Orihime no longer hesitated and nodded lightly.

She thought Kurosaki Ichigo would not blame them for this helpless act.

After seeing Inoue Orihime nodding, Sadatora clenched his fist slightly and prepared to fight back.

However, just when he was about to take action, a somewhat embarrassing voice came from behind.

"Hey, hey, hey... Ichigo's friends, can you let me take care of this guy?"

"??"

Hearing this somewhat familiar voice, Inoue Orihime and Chadata Taihu turned their heads in surprise.

They saw a burly figure wearing a Death Tyrant uniform walking slowly with a knife on his waist and a faint smile on his face.

"Black Knight...uncle?"

The two looked confused.

They didn't understand at all. Isn't Kurosaki Ichigo's father an ordinary person? Their normal feelings should not be wrong! Why did he suddenly appear in a death tyrant outfit! ?

No...not just a dead bully pretender.

At this moment, they clearly felt the terrifying spiritual pressure in this man, which was at least captain-level spiritual pressure!

"Deal with me!?" A ferocious expression appeared on GrandFissure's half-covered face, "What makes you think you can beat me!? And... Kurosaki? Could it be that you... "

"Yes, I am Ichigo's father." Isshin Kurosaki smiled and winked at the two people around him, "This matter must be kept secret from Ichigo~ Otherwise it will be very troublesome for me... If Let him know that he has such a powerful father and he will relax. I am doing this for his own good. Can you understand my good intentions as a father?"

"Uh...yes!!"

Sadatora Taitora and Inoue Orihime were stunned for a moment, then nodded sharply to show their understanding.

What else can we do but understand them?

This man's usual disguise was so perfect that none of them noticed that the other man was a god of death. Even if they told him, they couldn't explain what was going on.

"Ichigo is a little busy right now, so let me play with you, okay?"

Seeing how well-behaved the two little guys were, Kurosaki nodded with satisfaction, then raised his head and looked at Grand Fissure, who was already a little angry.

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"Kurosaki Ichigo, come to my side? You are not from that side. Join our 'Masked Legion'." Mako Hirako held up the mask in his hand to invite.

However, Kurosaki Ichigo didn't have time to care about the Masked Legion or the Masked Superman at the moment.

Because he felt another terrifying spiritual pressure rising in the distance. This spiritual pressure was extremely unfamiliar, but more terrifying than those existences with weird auras. The most important thing was... the location where this spiritual pressure appeared was just right. It's near Chadar and Inoue! This made him wary.

"!!!"

Not only Kurosaki Ichigo, Hirako Mako also felt the terrifying spiritual pressure as if he was electrocuted, and the look on his face changed slightly.

"What's this spiritual pressure about?"

"I still want to ask you! Isn't it your companion's fault!?" The expression on Kurosaki Ichigo's face became even more ugly. It seemed that the guy in front of him didn't seem to know where this sudden spiritual pressure came from. Come. The unknown often means danger.

"Sorry! I don't have time to discuss Masked Superman with you right now."

Saying that, Kurosaki Ichigo ran away without looking back.

"What the hell, Superman? Hey, hey, hey! Don't run! Kurosaki Ichigo, where are you going!?" Mako Hirako looked angrily, "I haven't finished speaking yet! Do you want to join us?"

"No interest! I'm a god of death! Who cares about your masked army!"

"Tsk."

Looking at Kurosaki Ichigo's retreating back, Mako Hirako smacked his lips slightly, then took out the mobile phone in his pocket and made a call.

"Hey, hey, hey - I'm Hirako. Is this Ms. Sarugaki?"

"What's wrong?" A calm voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Private Marseille, I failed~" Mako Hirako apologized directly without saying a word, and didn't even try to stop Kurosaki Ichigo from leaving. The mess was laid out very thoroughly.

"!@#... # !*... # ! @" Cursing came from the other end of the phone as expected.

"Stop scolding, stop scolding... I can't help it... the other party just doesn't agree." Mako Hirako sighed slightly, as if the person on the other end of the phone had no choice but to apologize endlessly, " But it shouldn’t matter, right? It’s only a matter of time anyway, he will admit it sooner or later, so take your time..."

As he said that, he smiled and looked at the direction Kurosaki Ichigo was leaving, as if everything was under control.

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"Is he Ichigo Kurosaki's father?" GrandFissure looked down angrily at the man who walked in front of him. The man seemed to ignore him at all, "Very good, before I find Ichigo Kurosaki, I want to I want to rip off your head and take it to him as a meeting gift!"

"Is it just you?" Kurosaki asked expressionlessly.

"Asshole!" GrandFissure became even more furious, "It's been like this since just now! None of you take me seriously! Do you treat me as an ordinary Hollow!? Look! This is me - —The real look!”

As GrandFissure spoke, he pulled out the huge blade on his back. The moment his hand touched the blade, both his spiritual pressure and body began to expand strangely again.

In the end, he turned into a giant beast as tall as a skyscraper and stood in front of several people. Compared with him, the three humanoid creatures in front of him looked like nothing more than ants.

"so big……"

Chadu Taihu couldn't help but murmured.

Yes, it's big, but it seems...it's just big.

If size can represent strength, then this guy will probably be the strongest being he has ever seen, right?

But unfortunately this is not the case.

After meeting countless strong men, he deeply understood a truth.

A guy with such a sharp edge is either a fool who is truly fearless like Ichigo Kurosaki, or he is as arrogant and ignorant as the guy in front of him.

"Hahahahaha——"

GrandFissure laughed wildly when he heard Sadatari's emotion, "How is it!? Do you know how to be afraid!? This is my power! How can a thing like the Hollow in your perception compare with me? We are -"