Start from the God of Death and break through the world

Aizen looked back at the battlefield in the distance amid the storm of spiritual pressure. Because the distance was too far and his vision was blocked by the sea of ​​sand thrown up by the impact, he actually couldn't see anything.

But he still said calmly, "This is the difference between us. I believe in my friends, so I will not get into trouble."

"Friends?"

Mole City Kenpachi looked at Aizen with strange eyes, "Does a lizard like you who lurks in the shadows have the concept of friends?"

"That's really rude, Captain of Mole City. I have never lurked in the shadows, and everyone has friends. If you don't have friends you really want to date, then I can only say that you are really pitiful."

Aizen said with a smile, and at the same time, he ducked not far from Kenpachi of Mole City, "Broken Path No. 91. Black Coffin."

The powerful spiritual pressure almost distorted reality, and a huge black coffin rose from the ground, wrapping Mole City Kenpachi.

But in the next moment, the black coffin shattered into pieces due to the fusion conflict of the spirit sons, and was as fragile as a rotten coffin.

Mole City Kenpachi stood in the whirlwind, his long hair dancing, his expression cold, "Aizen Sosuke, your arrogance will make you see the corpse of your friend."

"Arrogance? Captain of Mole City, your mission should be to keep me, right? But you want to use words to urge me to help Mr. Lu. Is this a sign of cowardice on your part, or is it arrogance?"

Aizen said, Kyoka Suigetsu Slash, a simple and unpretentious attack coupled with extremely strong spiritual pressure, is enough to make the sea of ​​sand roll back and change the color of the world.

He walked amidst the rain-like attacks of Mole City Kenpachi, and he didn't look embarrassed, but rather graceful as he walked. "Lu Jun said he wanted to make a decision with his old rival alone, so I won't bother him," he said. Even if I collect his body in the end.”

"Does this count as a friend?"

Mole City Kenpachi mocked.

"Captain Mole City, do you know what true friendship is?"

Aizen moved forward to meet the attack, speaking in a leisurely manner.

"I'm not interested."

Mole City Kenpachi said coldly, he just wanted to seize Aizen's flaw and quickly kill this young man with terrifying talent. As long as Aizen died, even if he completed his agreement with the soul singer, he could quickly destroy him. Hueco Mundo.

The five Vastods couldn't stop him in this state at all, and he would be able to eliminate them quickly after entering Xuye Palace.

"That's why I say you are pitiful, but I am not qualified to say that you are the captain of Mole City. After all, I have only slowly understood it over the years."

Aizen said with emotion, "Lu Jun once told me that to truly make friends, you must have a strong mind."

"Strong thinking?"

Mole City Kenpachi is a little curious. Except for his Zanpakuto's swastika Yuru Takuri, he never gets too close to anyone, and he also believes that if he wants to fulfill his dream, it has nothing to do with whether he has friends or not. .

But for some reason, when he saw this young god of death in front of him who was as talented as himself, or even more talented than him, he became curious about his inner world.

Although they all have unparalleled talents, they have all embarked on a path that runs counter to the traditional concept of death. Because of their differences in personal ideals, a life-and-death showdown begins in this virtual circle.

He wanted to know why a man like Aizen Sosuke still needs friends?

If he has friends, what use are they to his ideals and grand plans?

"True friends are about establishing spiritual mutual respect. I just need to do my part and that's it."

Aizen said, "The rest, Lu Jun's part, can only be done by him. This is spiritual respect."

As he moved forward, he slashed through the sea of ​​sand. "It's not mutual use, nor is it a transaction, nor is it a superior-subordinate relationship, so I won't help him."

"What a ridiculous statement. Just because you respect him, does it not matter even if he dies?"

Mole City Kenpachi's voice was low, and his heart was a little shaken.

"Yes, Mr. Lu has already made up his mind. Taking away his opponent is an insult to him."

A real smile appeared on Aizen's face, "And I just need to believe in him."

"Believe? Words like trust, coming from a man like you, really confuse me."

Mole City Kenpachi said while attacking Aizen, "In my opinion, no one in this world is worthy of trust."

"It seems that we should have a lot of topics in common..."

Aizen faced the storm as he spoke, brushing his hand across his forehead and pushing back his drooping bangs. His whole demeanor changed.

The warmth on the body completely disappeared, replaced by a sharp and sharp feeling, and the outline of the face also looked more angular due to the modification of the hairstyle.

As he took steps forward, his spiritual pressure surged again, and he spoke at the same time, "...But unfortunately, I already have friends who I can rely on each other."

Under Mole City Kenpachi's shocked eyes, the mirror in Aizen's hand stood upside down, "Swastika - Glazed Illusion World!"

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When the music of the soul plays in the sky, the song of death echoes in the sky.

Lu Li's figure flashed in the air at high speed, but he could not avoid the attack of the Soul Singer. Faced with these new strange notes, when he was surrounded, he had no choice but to use the Prisoner Demon to slash and try to break through head-on.

Just after Qi Mo Duan Chao chopped a musical note with his sword, something strange happened. He did not encounter the expected explosion of spirit particles. After the musical note was shattered, it turned into dots of fluorescence, like an untouchable substance. Generally, it caught his eye.

The passive effect of the clear heart bloodline was triggered instantly, saving him from being controlled, but those images still rushed into his "field of vision".

This feeling was very strange, like looking at the world through a transparent screen, on which were memories of the past, and these images were accompanied by sounds that went straight into his mind.

If it weren't for the effect of the clear heart bloodline, he would have been pulled into the fantasy world of memory, but even if the control effect was avoided, the images and sounds still existed, giving him a sense of being there.

Fortunately, he was born with a keen sense of combat, and even though he was confused by these images and sounds, he did not stop, but tried his best to break through and dodge the encirclement of these soul notes.

Because Lu Li found that after breaking these soul notes, he would only see some images and hear some sounds, but if he was hit directly by these soul notes, not only would various scenes appear, but his soul would also suffer powerful magic damage.

If it weren't for the fact that his skill of returning to the path of the soul does not consume mana and can automatically restore health, and the passive skill of the Vermillion Gauntlet, which allows him to maintain a strange balance, the more blood he loses, the faster he recovers, he would probably have died long ago.

But even with the heaven-defying combination, if he relaxes and is hit by continuous notes, he will definitely fall below the limit in an instant and be killed directly by the soul singer.

The most troublesome thing is that because of the absolute damage ability of the soul singer's holy text, even the notes that are cut by himself will cause him some damage. With the accumulation of various damages, as long as he is surrounded by more than ten notes, he is basically declared dead.

Under such a tense and high-frequency attack and defense, these scenes that appeared in front of him were densely intertwined, and the sounds were intertwined in his ears. Although he did not directly control his mind, this physical sound and picture output also caused him a lot of influence.

"Ah Li, you stole rice again, didn't you!?"

In the picture, the master opened the door with a rolling pin in his hand, and the rolling pin in his hand seemed to hit Lu Li head-on. In fact, he was indeed hit on the head at that time.

Although he knew that he should not be distracted during the battle, Lu Li's eyes were still sore when he saw these deeply dug memory mirrors.

He didn't know the principle of the soul singer's ability, but these soul notes seemed to only reflect the soul memory of his target. The soul singer himself could not see this side of the "mirror". The things in these notes could only be seen by himself, the person who was hit.

This is probably one of the few shortcomings of the opponent's ability. According to Lu Li's feelings when he was attacked before, he found that the deeper the memory, the more damage it would cause to him.

Because the soul singer did not know the content of the memory fragments in these notes, it was impossible for him to know which one was the most important to him, and even analysis was impossible.

It is precisely because of this that the soul singer could not use the most deadly memory fragments to kill him.

"I told you to do a horse stance, but you did it like this? Get off your sister!"

In the picture, the master scolded the three-year-old Lu Li. At that time, Lu Li was lazy and rode on his sister who was also lazy and sleeping on the ground. Because there was something under his crotch to support him, he actually did not exercise at all.

Following that, there was a big stick education. He and his sister who was three or four years older than him were all hit on the head.

"A Li, look, this New Year's money is too heavy for you. How about I help you keep it?"

In the picture, the girl-like sister squatted in front of him with a smile and stretched out her hand to coax her New Year's money.

Even though the master was poor, he still gave them both New Year's money. Although the few cents in his hand were not enough to buy a meat bun, Lu Li was still silly and happy for a long time.

He remembered that his New Year's money was finally cheated away by his sister, but later the sister took the money they collected to buy a meat bun on the street and said she would give him a bite, and he ate it all in one bite.

Although he was hit on the head by his senior sister's iron fist, he still remembered that the bun was very delicious.

"Ali, I'm sorry, it's porridge again today. Our martial arts school is not doing well."

The picture shows a dilapidated but not dirty wooden table. The master is sitting opposite with an apologetic look on his face. "I'm thinking about selling some of the collections in the warehouse to see if anyone wants them. After all, you are growing up."

"Tsk, just your few broken books, who wants them these days? I heard people in the city say that they are watching holographic projections now."

The senior sister complained at the dinner table. After saying that, she took two mouthfuls of rice and pushed the bowl in front of Lu Li, "I'm full. I've gained some weight recently. It's a good time to lose weight."

The picture shows two small hands quickly reaching out and hugging the bowl without letting go. "Senior sister, you are indeed fat. You see that you have fat on your chest. Let me help you reduce the burden!"

"Ali, it seems that you need to relax your muscles!"

The senior sister said viciously. If she hadn't been worried about the master watching and it was at the dinner table, she would have overturned the table and hit someone.

Even though he was hurt in the battle, Lu Li smiled knowingly when he saw this scene.

"Let go!"

In the picture, little Lu Li was biting a big mushroom, and at the end of the mushroom, the hand of the senior sister was pulling hard, "Are you a fool, Li? Master said that wild mushrooms cannot be eaten randomly!"

With a bang, the mushroom was torn apart, and little Lu Li fell to the ground, ignoring the reminder of the senior sister, and chewed the mushroom twice and swallowed it.

Lu Li remembered that he was poisoned and lay in bed for a day. After he recovered, he suffered a mixed doubles beating from his master and senior sister.

In an extremely fast instant step, Lu Li dodged behind him and drew his sword again, cutting into pieces a soul note that was attacking him.

The picture exploded again, and the new picture covered the old picture. There were still repeated shadows behind it, and the sounds were intertwined and confused.

If it weren't for his inhuman mental power, if ordinary people saw these flashing pictures, they would just be like a fusion of distorted pictures and disordered sounds. But precisely because of his extremely high mental power, he also gained extremely high power. High information processing capabilities.

Not only can he quickly read and make up chapters in the space, but at this time, his brain also automatically processes the pictures and sounds and combines them with his original memory. The pictures are so clear and the sounds are so beautiful.

"Ah Gui, Ah Li, I'm going to teach you footwork today, please watch carefully..."

In the picture, the master is standing on the ground outside, and his figure begins to move backwards, showing an air of elegance.

"Master!"

Xiao Luli shouted.

"Don't make such a fuss. As long as you work hard, you can learn such elegant steps..."

Before the master could finish speaking, he tripped over a rock behind him and fell onto his back.

The girlish-looking senior sister stood aside and sighed, "Ali wants to remind you that there are stones..."

The master scratched his head after standing up and smiled awkwardly, "I just wanted to teach you to always observe the environment during the battle, and to demonstrate to you the consequences of not paying attention to the venue."

"That's it, Master is so awesome!"

Xiao Luli admired him.

The senior sister didn't give any face, "It's obvious that I fell down, and I still have to hold on..."

Ever since, the early morning footwork teaching started with the quarrel and play between the master and the apprentice.

At this time, Lu Li was hit by another soul note while rushing forward towards the soul singer's body. Due to the interference of these images and sounds, Lu Li's perception of time was weakened.

The moment he broke another note, the mask on his face shattered, and there were obvious blood stains under his eyes.

The time to become virtual has come, and he has lost his tile-level virtual power forever, and his attributes have suddenly dropped.

Just when the soul singer thought that the battle was finally over, Lu Li's body suddenly erupted with even more violent power.