I Just Crossed, My Younger Brother Is Doflamingo

"Why did my Illusion Art disappear?"

The slicker looked at Roy blankly.

His body well does not have any strong combat power, and he can become the leader of the hundred ghosts entirely by virtue of this special ability.

Mirror flower water moon!

According to the strength of the power of the soul, the true and false are reversed, and the illusion of powerful power~ is transformed.

Illusions have powerful powers, and because they are transformed into powers, they will not die - they will not be afraid of pain.

As long as his demon power is not exhausted, the illusion will always exist.

And his body is hidden in the back of the illusion, like the moon in the water, and will not be hurt.

Only at the moment of attacking the opponent, his body will be detached from the water moon state.

That is to say, when he manipulates the illusion to attack others, he must attack his shadow in order to hurt him.

However, this secret has never been discovered.

However, now, his sorcery has been cracked.

"Don't struggle, in this Realm, all false illusions will be sealed.

Roy stood with his hands in his pockets.

Although the slicker couldn't see it, he could feel a figure as fiery as the sun floating above Roy's head.

It was this invisible enemy that sealed his spectacle.

brush!

The avatar world suddenly disappeared.

behind!

A thought flashed in the slipper's mind, the next second.

Invisible fluctuations spread, covering everything around.

Time stop!

"Dye it black, one word!"

A single word slashed with a slash as thick as ink.

The slippery ghost who was beheaded suddenly felt that his power was sealed.

"I'm not reconciled! Lord Jianmo won't let you go!"

In Death's fear, the sly-headed ghost's eyes almost bulged out, looking terrifying like a ghost.

A curse filled with resentment.

"Jianmo, you will see her soon." Swish!

Exterminate!

The criss-crossing slashes formed a huge text in the air that exuded endless silence and killing intent.

Quickly pass through the body of the slicker.

Between silence.

In an area within a range of hundreds of thousands of meters, everything is like a blackboard that has been erased by an eraser.

completely into nothingness.

"Two hundred soul fragments of black quality."

The corners of Roy's mouth raised slightly, and this harvest was even more than that of the Orochi.

However, considering the strength and difficulty of the slicker, it is normal to have this kind of gain. "The little devils are all settled, isn't the boss coming out yet?" Roy said lightly.

clap clap clap!

"You are the most courageous and powerful human being I have seen over the years." A crisp slap sounded.

A murky river of sinking and deadly emptiness appeared above the skies of The Netherworld.

A huge river, spanning half of The Netherworld, in which countless souls drift.

Just looking at the river, Roy can feel a chill that freezes his soul. "Styx, Yellow Springs!"

Roy's face was solemn. This time, his opponents were not ordinary ghost kings.

Here comes a tough guy.

Gollum!

In the Yellow Springs, the waves are surging, and a dark and deep palace slowly emerges.

One black and one white, two figures with long banners and sickles in their hands, standing in front of the palace stairs.

At the end of the stairs, a graceful woman in palace dress was half lying on the cloud bed.

On the left is a judge with a writing brush, and on the right is a woman who is cooking soup.

"I am the master of The Netherworld, and the god who judges all sinful souls. You can call me, Lord Yan Mo."

The woman lying on the cloud bed smiled sweetly.

There is no trace of fireworks in the eyes that are painted with rich costumes.

Staring from a distance of countless meters.

In Roy's heart, a feeling of being seen through his soul instantly rose.

call!

A pitch-black mist emerged from Roy's body and spread around.

With Roy's body as the center, the sky and the ground within a radius of hundreds of kilometers were rendered black by thick fog.

In the black world of resentment, familiar figures appeared one by one.

Kaido, Golden Lion...

Ferocious resentment came from all directions, tearing at Roy's body.

Look at these figures full of resentment.

A flash of enlightenment flashed in Roy's heart.

These figures are the resentment of those who died directly or indirectly in his hands.

Those eyes are not ordinary eyes, but the eyes of judgment that judge the soul.

These resentments entangled in him are his karma in this world.

Looking at the hundreds of thousands of resentments, a smile appeared on Roy's face.

Biting southern irony.

This world was originally a world of The Weak are Prey to the Strong.

If you don't kill others, you will be killed by others.

Killing these people has no burden in his heart.

Being an enemy of him is doomed to have only a dead end.

"I'm not my opponent when I'm alive, and I dare to come out when I'm dead."

"Then I will make you disappear completely."

boom!

The breath of God exploded!

The Territory of Tyrants is Coming!

All resentments were torn to shreds.

"Forget about such a small trick. If it's only this level, then I'm too disappointed in you." Roy put his hands in his pockets and looked at the demon with a calm expression on his face.

As the master of The Netherworld, the strength of the demon is at least above the six gods.

Stronger than before he awakened Zanpakutō Ichimon.

However, now the words are different. 0. Ask for flowers 0. The power of a word is above the legend.

Even if it is a demon, what can it be?

As long as there is no power beyond this world, it is impossible to defeat him. "I, like a sinful soul, you look very delicious." Jian Mo stared at Roy, his bright red tongue licking the corner of his mouth lightly.

She is the lord of The Netherworld who was born out of the fear of Death gathered by all beings.

It is also the only conceptual deity in this world.

is the real god.

Her favorite food is sinful souls.

The purer the sin and the soul, the more delicious it is to her.

And Roy's soul, in her eyes, has a fatal temptation.

"Slaying hundreds of ghosts and disrupting the order of The Netherworld. As the master of The Netherworld, I declare that I will deprive you of your right to survive in The Netherworld." As Yan Mo's words fell, the Yellow Springs, which exuded endless chills, seemed to be falling. Like Tianhe, it fills the whole world.

... 0 "This guy is really unscrupulous."

This is to kill him at all costs, even if the entire The Netherworld is emptied.

Roy's mouth twitched, the power of Yellow Springs was the manifestation of the concept of Death in this world.

Can freeze all souls.

Although the power of the Yellow Springs cannot leave The Netherworld to reach the present, but in The Netherworld, the Yellow Springs are invincible.

Even a ghost king-level monster will die immediately if it is swallowed by Yellow Springs.

After merging with Zanpakutō, his soul has surpassed the limits of God.

Although it is not afraid of the cold weather of the Yellow Springs, it will be troublesome if it is corroded by the power of the Yellow Springs. "You can only use that trick." "Solution! One word with a white pen!" The word Zanpakutō appeared in his hand. Facing the overwhelming river of Yellow Springs, Roy waved the brush in his hand.

A single word in a solved state can carve a new name for something whose name has been erased.

However, the word that has been solved has another ability that can be called taboo.

"Twilight, dark night, please come and visit~ Let's meet and drink a bowl~ Drink this bowl and fly away~" Roy recited in a low voice, and the brush in his hand splashed a large amount of splatter. Ink.

Dye the entire The Netherworld black.

Roy opened his mouth, drank a little black ink, and continued chanting the spell.

"Yellow Springs Road, with its own flowers, blooming to accompany ~ What's the best thing, dyed dark, divided into eight pieces, black flames, smoked to black, eat to your heart's content. After a full meal, the bones are full of bones, and a tomb tree monument is erected. Mourning and grief. Your Excellency at this point, it will be difficult to resurrect. It is impossible to become a sacrifice."

The white pen in his hand carved a huge formation on the ground.

A large-scale group of black mausoleums and tombstones slowly emerged in the ink-colored world. "Forbidden art! Don't turn too killing mausoleum!" Roy opened his eyes and shouted softly. six.

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