Pirate’s Infinite Wings

The moment Fang Lang opened his eyes, everything became calm.

The thunder disappeared, and only sparse rain continued to drip.

What caught my eye were three unfamiliar faces. Three men stood in front of the boulder, looking at them with curiosity on their faces.

"A climber? He wasn't struck by lightning." Fang Lang murmured in a low voice, shook his head and ignored it.

He picked up the cup between his knees and looked at it carefully.

At this time, this Zanpakutō has changed.

The first is the sword, which looks like a swastika, but the four strokes extending out are not straight, but look like thunder.

Secondly, there are also slight changes on the blade. If you look carefully, you can find that occasionally there will be a slight flash of electricity, flowing from the end of the knife to the tip of the sword.

"The initial release has been achieved, faster than expected. If there were no spiritual pressure-limited mark, it would probably only take three or four days."

This time it took nearly half a month, while sitting in sword meditation to absorb spiritual power, while tempering the Zanpakutō, and at the same time, he had to blast open the blocking door in "that world".

The heart has three purposes.

Meow~

Suddenly, a cat meowed, and the three climbers who were watching were startled. When they turned around, they saw a black cat walking in the rain.

"What, it's a cat." Someone breathed a sigh of relief.

However, suddenly, a heavy pressure came over them. The three people's eyes instantly turned white and they fainted in the pouring rain.

The cat's body glowed with a faint light, and its pupils were locked on the boulder. To be precise, it was Fang Lang on top of the boulder.

"How long have you been guarding here?" Fang Lang asked softly.

"Just here." The black cat spoke in a deep male voice. Fang Lang, reflected in the cat's eyes, had a calm face, "You don't seem to be surprised at all."

"The cat can talk, I'm scared to death." Fang Lang smiled, tiredly stood up from the boulder, and talked about the Zanpakutō, "I've also seen a talking reindeer."

"Don't be pretentious." Black Cat said in a deep voice: "I have been paying attention to the abnormalities here for a long time. Today I came here on a whim and took a look. I didn't expect it to be you."

"I can't?" Fang Lang asked.

"You went to Soul Society, and it seems that you became a god of death, and also became the vice-captain. In just half a year, you have undergone such a big change." Black Cat said with a slight surprise: "Don't tell me, before the attack Are you Kurosaki Masaki’s person?”

"It's me." Fang Lang said bluntly without hiding anything: "For the necessary things, I wanted to absorb her Quincy origin, but I gave up later. How do you know, did Urahara Kisuke tell you?"

"No, I happened to see this scene that day."

"Don't worry, I've got what I want, and I won't deal with Kurosaki Masaki anymore." Fang Lang shook his head and jumped off the boulder.

"When I first saw you, I thought you were very mysterious. What's the reason for doing this?" The black cat opened his mouth and seemed to be very angry. "Is attacking ordinary people something that a god of death should do?"

"Ordinary people?" Fang Lang raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You know better than me what kind of existence a Quincy is. It can be said that they are a clan that should not exist and will destroy the balance of the world."

"Really?" Black Cat was noncommittal and got to know the man in front of him again.

This person knows a lot of things, which are unfathomable and unpredictable because they are too mysterious.

"So what if I'm an ordinary person? As long as I need it, I won't hesitate to take action." Fang Lang said lightly: "You want to talk to me about justice and evil? It's ridiculous. In a world where individual strength is king, It has always been the winner and the loser. Those who cannot see this clearly will die without the protection of the mysterious aura."

Black Cat was stunned and had nothing to say. Fang Lang was already preparing to leave.

Before leaving, he suddenly said something again.

"Tell Urahara Kisuke that the two favors I owe him still count. Finally, a word of advice, Kurosaki Masaki will die, sooner or later."

In the wind and rain, Fang Lang's steps gradually moved further and further away.

The black cat narrowed his eyes and kept thinking about the other person's words.

Sooner or later you will die, what do you mean?

Although he didn't know Kurosaki Masaki, Black Cat knew Kurosaki Isshin, "Should I mention it to Kisuke? This man... on earth..."

After going down the mountain, Fang Lang took a deep breath. After half a month of sword meditation, he was not only physically exhausted, but also mentally exhausted.

As he was about to go back to the hotel and have a good rest, his cell phone rang in his pocket.

When I took it out, I saw that it was not the mobile phone of Chuangonghui, but the contact communication of Seireitei.

"Where did you go, you bastard? If it weren't for the limited spiritual pressure mark that can point out your coordinates, I couldn't help but come to this world to catch you!"

"It seems that without me knowing, you offended the lunatic from Division 12? He has already approached me, but it is not his turn to discipline us from Division 2 yet!"

"If you see it, call me back!"

These communications all came from Broken Bee. Fang Lang flipped through them, and there were about twenty-five or six of them.

"Tsk, you were so decisive in chasing me away at first, but now you want me to go back only half a month ago? Are you kidding..."

Fang Lang rolled his eyes and looked at each item one by one. His initial tone was still concerned about why regular reports were not made.

Later, I thought he was missing or in danger, so I prepared to show up in person.

In the end, his coordinates in reality were confirmed through the limited mark of spiritual pressure, and thus, there was the above message.

After reading this, Fang Lang continued to look down, and there were many mission reminders for the Qing Dynasty. However, because he was practicing, he had not completed them, so they were all displayed in red fonts.

"This means my salary will be deducted... It's almost 60,000 yuan, and one month's salary is gone."

Fang Lang put it away helplessly, drew out his Zanpakutō, and slashed into the void.

"Open the door."

As soon as he finished speaking, a Japanese-style sliding door slowly emerged. As he twisted the blade, the door opened.

"Oh my, this girl Fang Shaoling is really difficult to take care of."

While complaining, Fang Lang walked slowly into the door, and a hell butterfly suddenly flew out, guiding the way ahead.

Gradually, as Fang Lang walked farther and farther, he completely disappeared into the white light, and the door that remained in place also slowly disappeared.

"Are you leaving?" A voice sounded from somewhere. ..