DC New Krypton

"Kill the name but not the flesh!"

Haer does not fight with physical instincts. He uses the observation of all things, the rules of composition among spirit sons, and his own knowledge to calculate and calculate everything in the original universe, and then manifest the skills of spirit sons. forming.

The crisis he felt was not a physically terrifying crisis, but a sense of the incomprehensible unknown, and he was trapped in a kind of panic that was beyond the comprehension of the universe.

Haier just turned his head and saw a bald figure holding a huge brush and slashing at his back.

The person holding the brush has a broad face, thick eyebrows and a chest-length beard, a broad nose, and a tall and strong build. He is wearing a death-defying uniform and a white wide-sleeved coat with the Zero Division emblem embroidered on the back. Haori, with a large crimson rosary hanging around her neck, wearing high-heeled clogs, her eyes as white as bells.

Ichibei, the commander of the army!

Born in the chaotic world millions of years ago, he was one of the few special life forms at that time. He was the same generation as the Spiritual King and the ancestor of the five nobles.

The leader of the Royal Agent Zero Division was given the name "Eye Monk" by the Soul King. It means "calling out the true name", so it was also written as "calling the monk by the true name". The original namer of everything in Soul Society.

Haer did not expect that before he could fight up to the Soul King's Palace, the leader of the Royal Special Agent Zero Squadron who was guarding the Soul King, Ippei, would come down to attack him.

Haier frowned slightly, trying to avoid the brush attack of the real name monk, but his ankle was tightly clamped by Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni with spiritual pressure and strength. After a moment of delay, Haier felt He was hit in the back and scratched with a large brush.

But...it wasn't a lot of pain.

'Peng'

Haer leaned forward, his eyes widened, shock flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly felt that he had encountered something weird that was difficult to calculate. The three thousand worlds were shaken, as if he was hit by a monk with his real name from behind. , appeared in the sky in front of Haile.

Of the three thousand dark spheres representing the three thousand worlds, fifteen hundred dark spheres began to tremble, became illusory, and quickly disappeared, overflowing with the remaining spirit energy absorbed previously.

A thin ocean of spirit seeds appeared near the remaining fifteen hundred dark spheres, and was subconsciously absorbed. At the same time, Urahara Kisuke's barrier also absorbed part of it and discharged it outside.

Then something even weirder happened in Haile's heart.

Haier felt that only half of his name was left, and he was completely confused. What was going on?

He tentatively used the remaining 1,500 worlds to calculate, and tried to interfere with it. It seemed to be effective, but it seemed to be ineffective.

Because at this moment, his name is: Hai

His name was cut in half.

And...he thought it was very reasonable!

It seems that he was born with the name Hai.

Of course.

Haida was in a state where he knew that his name had been chopped off in half, but it felt reasonable.

This weird feeling set off alarm bells in Haixing's heart.

In the distance, Aizen, who was looking at Noble Street, slightly squinted his eyes in the black-framed black mirror, looked at the back of the tall monk with his true name in the barrier, and said with a subtle face:

"Does even such a person have to come out to deal with Hai? Hai may be in trouble."

Aizen frowned, feeling that something was wrong, but for a while, he couldn't find any reason, so he could only frown more and more.

Behind him, Ichimaru Gin responded with a smile: "I have great confidence in Kai."

Office of the Mantra Spirituality Academy.

Among the students who were evacuating, Rangiku held her slender fists on her chest, praying with a worried look on her face: "Hurry..."

She prayed, tilted her head, her eyebrows suddenly raised, and doubts arose... Why did she feel that the name was so weird?

"Did you find it? But it's no use!

Dye it black! One word! "

Behind Hai, the real name is Monk. The thick beard on his face opens and closes his mouth, as if he is laughing loudly, opening his mind, without giving Hai any chance to breathe.

With a stern look on his face, the Zanpakutō in his right hand slashed at Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni, who was grabbing his ankle.

‘Zheng——’

The movements of Shi Jie Jiefang, whose real name is Monk, were really very fast, and it seemed that every step of Hai's actions was understood by him.

After liberation, the tip of the writing brush at the front changed into a blade, and there was no feeling of anything similar to spiritual pressure at all. The Zanpakutō that greeted Hao rushed in, and the blades collided, preventing Hao from killing Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni.

When Hai looked up, he saw the monk whose real name was his big mouth, seemingly hearty smile, and a pair of white eyes that made people feel scalp numb.

"Your sword no longer has a name!" The monk who was called by his real name said with a wide grin and his eyes were a little scary.

The true name of the monk's Haigai Zanpakutou is still the ability to "cut the name without cutting the flesh", but it extends to the ability to "lose the name" of the black things touched by the blade. If the opponent's weapon loses its name, it will not be able to exert its power.

Hao's Zanpakutō corresponds to Black, whose real name is Monk. The moment the blade touched, the Zanpakutō in Hai's hand took on a strange state and disintegrated into spirit children.

"Is it black?"

A kind of strange black color, which belongs to the entanglement of color rules that appears in the sight of living beings, was noticed by Hai, and he savored it carefully and thought deeply.

He had never encountered this kind of weirdness before. The abnormal and weird ability of spiritual pressure seemed to be an established rule. As long as the spiritual pressure was covered, he would be hit.

Attacking based on the color of the appearance involves the rules of spirit entanglement related to color, which Haike was not able to analyze for a while.

"Yes!"

The monk who called him by his true name opened his mouth and answered as if laughing. He continued to wave the letter in his hand, just in time to kill Haile completely when he was at his weakest.

The fifteen hundred worlds in the sky began to tremble and become illusory, with blue spiritual energy heads appearing vaguely, and the dark sphere seemed to be about to disappear.

But the next moment, the dark ball was stabilized again, and it existed steadily.

The Zanpakutō, which was as black as Tang Hengdao, emerged from Hai's hand again, extending to the tip of the knife.

"Has all the blackness been disintegrated? Just the blackness recognized within the horizon can be disintegrated and entangled to form the black microscopic particles inside. All the foundations that constitute the blackness in the eyes have been disintegrated. From the blackness on the surface to the essential microscopic particle structure." Hai held the Zanpakutō again and said with a slight frown:

"There is also the effect of erasing the name of the Zanpakutō, causing the Zanpakutō to lose its ability, but this is not important. Just at the moment when the Zanpakutō is about to disappear and the Zanpakutō's ability is about to dissipate, I remove it from my Zanpakutō again. Hajime deduced the name of his Zanpakutō.

Moreover, it is useless even if you eliminate my Zanpakutō name again. My first understanding was opened because of the Zanpakutō, not because of the Zanpakutō. "

Hai frowned slightly and looked at the monk who was waving a single word.

The monk whose real name was called his face froze for a moment, with a bit of horror in his heart.

He is so terrible!