The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Pfft——!

The blade of blood finally touched God.

Behind Uozhihua, the black mist that filled the air suddenly opened up a spacious road.

The slender sword blade, as red as blood, penetrated the chest of the dark man.

But the person holding the hilt of the sword had a ghastly appearance of white bones, with strands of flesh and blood hanging on it, as terrifying as a ghost that had broken free from hell and sought revenge on the world.

That terrifying sword energy penetrated thousands of meters away.

Looking from a distance, there is a faint blood-colored light remaining in the entire city and even in the void.

Even the god's head was split into an astonishing crack dozens of feet wide by her last sword.

The man of darkness, who had transformed into a monster-like posture, was the first to be swept into the storm. Under the fierce rays of thousands of sword lights, he was completely crushed and turned into a pile of mud and rotten flesh.

The rich blood color, like the glow of the sky, illuminated the entire city in red.

Everything seemed to indicate that the battle was over.

But the next second, the smashed mud and rotten flesh slowly grew into a seedling-like sticky tentacle covered with evil patterns.

Wow!

The slippery tentacles, like seedlings, began to grow and grow at an alarming rate.

Then, in the pulsing blood of the white-bone pupils, the sticky tentacles covered with evil patterns became entangled and turned into a man.

The exact same black striped suit, as well as ordinary facial features and face.

He...is the man of darkness.

"Your sword did touch me."

The man of darkness raised his eyes, with a trace of indifference in his eyes, and said: "But...then what?"

The black mist split open by a sword fell with his sound, and then rolled and gathered again.

Then, He slowly stretched out his hand and grasped the bloody sword blade.

"As a human being, you really amaze me."

The man of darkness held the blade and slowly squeezed it hard, making a clanking sound. There was a cold look on the corner of his lips: "If it wasn't a matter of time, maybe I would try to contaminate you, but it's a pity...

....”

Before he finished speaking, a huge force suddenly erupted when the five fingers pinched together.

Bang!

The blood-condensed blade suddenly collapsed amidst the whine.

The bright red blood slowly dripped onto the ground along the cracks in his palm, splashing out petals.

Looking at Maozhihua Baqianliu again, he has completely reduced to a skeleton. There is no trace of flesh and blood on his body. Even the vast ocean of blood that has flowed out is only left in the black eye socket, like a candle in the wind.

Just as she promised, she will not stop until blood is shed.

Now...the blood has dried up.

After the last bloody blade was crushed, she could no longer maintain her swastika.

The faint blood-colored brilliance converged and returned to its original shallow striking style. The surprisingly curved Zanpakuto was tightly held by Unohana Yasenryu, still maintaining the stance of drawing the sword at the last moment.

But if you look carefully, you will find that her Zanpakutō is full of interlaced cracks.

The next moment, the Zanpakuto was like an autumn leaf, slowly withering and falling apart.

In Soul Society, there is an iron law.

If a Zanpakutō is damaged while in the swastika state, it means it will never be completely repairable.

At the same time, if the swastika dissipates against the owner's will in the swastika state, it means that the holder of the Zanpakutō is inevitably about to die.

The blooming flower of blood has now withered and is about to wither.

When Unohana Yachiru turned into bones, the last trace of consciousness that remained deep in her mind was only the promise to protect her and Lord, so even in this ghostly state, she still maintained the last trace of consciousness.

A moment of posture.

"Humans...hehe, what an interesting race."

The dark man's eyes were cold and a strange smile appeared on his lips.

Then, He slowly put down his hand, walked past the bones, and stepped straight into the ruins.

He has no interest in a dying person and is too lazy to waste time dealing with it.

Anyway...if you throw it here, you will die soon.

The most important thing right now is to find what he once lost.

The man of darkness came to the ruins, waved his hand, and black mist spurted out, clearing the piled ruins and opening up a path.

Although the collection hall has become a ruin, there are still many priceless treasures in it. This is all thanks to the Unohana Eight Thousand Ryu who stopped the greedy group of mercenaries and slaves.

However, His goal is not these.

The man of darkness walked past step by step, ignoring the treasures scattered around him that could make countless people jealous.

Finally, his eyes narrowed slightly and stopped in front of a fallen book.

On the black book cover, two gilded words were printed - "Bible"!

"Haha, I found it."

The man of darkness picked up the Bible and opened it casually. A palm-sized piece of yellow paper fell down.

With two fingers, he easily grasped the piece of yellow paper that was falling from the air, brought it to his eyes, and looked at it carefully.

It was a very rough piece of paper, dark yellow in color, with obvious signs of tearing at the corners. It was obviously a small piece of paper that had been torn artificially from a complete piece of paper, with several passages written in unknown words on it.

The black pupils moved along the writing, as if it contained something very important, and he refused to let go of it.

"Tsk...what a cunning old thing."

After a moment, the man of darkness squeezed the yellow paper tightly, a ferocious anger appeared on his face, and he gritted his teeth and said: "It is hidden in so many places, no wonder I haven't found it after searching for so many years!"

Slippery tentacles covered with evil patterns spurted out of his body again, this time in greater numbers.

All the tentacles were twisting and waving, like a huge thing stirring up the wind and clouds, raising countless waves of black mist, slapping the surrounding void, which showed how angry He was feeling now.

You know, even if Mao Zhihua blocked him, he was not as angry as he showed.

"Forget it, let's go and do some of that first."

The man of darkness sneered, looked up and looked outside the god's head, and said: "Hey, hey, I finally found him!"

As soon as the words fell, He suddenly turned into a black mist, rushed out of the God's head, and then moved towards the depths of the Zhiwu Realm, into the chaotic star field.

...

In the collapsed ruins, the space was violently shaken, and then suddenly torn apart.

The next moment, a figure with murderous intent suddenly stepped out of the shattered space, and its eyes instantly locked onto the Uzhihua that had turned into white bones.

"strong......"

The person who came was none other than Lord, who had escaped from trouble.

But when he saw Unohana's appearance, his heart suddenly twitched, his pupils shrank to pinpoint size, and an uncontrollable rage spurted out from his chest, filling the entire god's head with violent spiritual pressure.

Lord came to Maozhihua and raised his hand to touch the skeletal face.

It was very cold, like winter ice, enough to soak into the skin, with a biting chill.

As if sensing his aura, Unohana Yachiryu slowly put down the hilt of his sword and leaned against his arms without support.

A flash of distress flashed through Lord's angry eyes, and he said softly: "I'm sorry... I'm late."