The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Deep in the dark crack, three figures walked out one after another.

They are all dressed in white, black trousers, and carry a long knife at their waists. They are tall or short, thin or fat.

Judging from the faces of the three people, from left to right, they are young, middle-aged and old.

The young man has a calm demeanor, a thin body, and a skin as pale as ashes. Under his eyelids, there are dark green tear troughs, and his eyes are a rare dark green. He exudes a sense of indifference and indifference to all life from the inside out.

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He is middle-aged and ordinary-looking, with slightly curly dark brown messy brown hair, a slight beard on his chin, and his hanging eyes that look a bit lazy, as if he is not interested in anything in the outside world.

The remaining old man wears a white crown and is the tallest among the three. He is very tall and strong.

A long coat-like windbreaker is draped around his body, and he wears gold jewelry on his wrists and waist. His eyes are arrogant and contemptuous of everything, and his temperament is like that of a supreme king.

Three people with completely different temperaments and demeanor appeared in the same place at the same time.

"It seems that we have caught up."

The middle-aged man touched his hair and looked at the war-torn Soul Society, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "I didn't expect that the Soul Society would be beaten like this."

"To be reduced to asking us for help, huh."

The old man was quite disdainful and snorted coldly: "What a bunch of trash, they have failed to live up to the expectations of the Spirit King."

"That's the end of the nonsense."

The young man spoke coldly, interrupting the other two, and his dark green eyes fell on Cytorak.

"New support?" Cytorak on the throne raised his eyebrows, a flash of sarcasm flashed in his eyes: "Sure enough, you can't believe Mephisto's nonsense, and he said that no one will come, isn't this it?

What?"

After taking a rough look at the three people, she didn't pay much attention to them.

Having been in charge of the Crimson Hell Dimension alone for tens of thousands of years, Cytorak considers himself second only to Lucifer in strength, and even Mephisto doesn't take him seriously, let alone a few humans here.

"Finally...it's interesting."

Cytorak did not get up from the throne, but looked down at the three of them arrogantly, and raised his index finger: "I hope you can hold on for a little longer, and don't let me down too much."

"Well......"

The middle-aged uncle scratched his head and looked troubled: "Probably, probably, maybe, I won't disappoint you."

After saying that, he turned to look at his companions on the left and right, and asked tentatively: "How about I go alone?"

"Go together."

The young man objected, and Dan Mo said: "A quick decision."

"Huh," upon hearing this, the old man stood with his arms folded, seemingly slightly dissatisfied with the young man's decision.

But dissatisfaction was dissatisfaction, and the old man did not object.

"Okay, let's go together, I'll listen to you." The middle-aged man shrugged and didn't care.

"Have you guys discussed it?" Cytorac said with a steady smile, "I suggest you all go together, otherwise if I am not careful and cannot control my power, it will be a little less fun."

The implication is that she wanted to kill three people easily.

But soon, the smile on Cytorak's face disappeared, because the moment the three men drew their swords, earth-shaking spiritual power burst out, running through the sky and the earth, as if the heaven and earth were toppling.

"Chase him, wolves!"

"Decay, Skeleton Emperor!"

"Stop it, Blackwing Demon!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

I could see the howling wind, the spiritual pressure tumbling like fire, and the mighty power filling the sky.

A heavy rain of dark ink-like souls poured down, and a green crescent moon hung high in the sky. Under the rich moonlight, a slender figure of a demon was silhouetted. The black bat wings spread out, causing sonic booms.

Aura.

"Black Void Flash!"

A cold voice fell from the sky, and Ulquiorra stretched out his index finger slightly.

Buzz!

The pitch-black light instantly condensed into one point, and then a black light like a rainbow shot through the sun, rushing straight towards Cytorak.

The energy contained in it was extremely terrifying, and seemed to destroy everything. Wherever it passed, even the void was plowed with a huge crack.

Cyttorak's eyelids twitched wildly, obviously he did not expect that this blow was so fierce!

But due to the cruel words she just said, she had no choice but to grit her teeth, sit firmly on the throne, raise a palm, and call out softly, summoning the authority and blessing from the crimson plane.

A huge thought directly distorted the void in front of him, creating a small black hole.

The moment the black hole appeared, no matter how powerful the black flash was, it could not escape the astonishing gravity. It turned into a distorted aperture and was swallowed into the unknown depths of time and space.

With one move to resolve it, before Cytorak could take a breath, he heard the strong wind roaring in his ears.

"Remember my name...Bailegan Lu Yinsenbang!"

Amidst the tearing scream, a huge double-edged ax slammed down in front of her face.

Cytorac was about to raise her hand to pick it up, but her heart trembled for no reason. She suddenly discovered that the fallen giant ax was entangled with a wisp of black energy, and the source of her uneasiness and fear was precisely that strange

of blackness.

Without a moment's hesitation, Cytorac manipulated the space and teleported tens of meters backward.

Whoosh!

The giant ax struck through the throne without any obstruction, splitting it into two pieces like butter.

But the strange thing is that the throne that was cracked open was contaminated by that wisp of black air, and it was like decaying and withering life, melting away bit by bit, and completely disappearing in just a few seconds.

Seeing this scene, Cytorak's calm face finally showed a hint of horror.

"Ah, Mr. Demon King, did you forget that there is another person?"

From the corner of his eye, Cyttorak caught a glimpse of hundreds of silver wolfhounds on the left. They pounced on her ferociously, with their mouths wide open, trying to tear off a piece of flesh from her.

"Boring trick!"

She squeezed it with her five fingers, and the space exploded in her palms.

Hundreds of silver wolves were crushed into pieces and turned into fragments of spirits.

However, this was not the end. The silver wolf, which had turned into fragments of spirits, suddenly turned into an earth-shattering explosion.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

There were explosions one after another, smoke and dust rose hundreds of feet high, and a mushroom cloud rose high.

The terrifying air wave was like a hurricane, blowing through the entire Jingling Court. Houses were blown down one after another, rubble and gravel flew everywhere, and substantial shock waves swept across the wilderness.

The earth-shattering explosion also attracted the attention of others.

"That's...the direction of Cytorak?!" Beelzebub's face changed drastically, and he was a little flustered: "Has this guy been defeated?!"

"How dare you care about others after fighting with me?"

Seizing the moment of distraction, Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni's eyes narrowed, and he drew his sword and slashed out from an extremely long distance.

"Remnant Fire Taishou·North·The world is completely ashes!

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Beelzebub, who was hundreds of meters away, sensed the approaching danger and subconsciously summoned the source of the plague to protect him.

Layers of disgusting poisonous mist and miasma enveloped the whole body, and the strong power of the plague seemed to be real.

However, this time, Beelzebub forgot one thing.

In the world, no matter how severe the virus plague is, it always has a deadly natural enemy, or a shortcoming.

That's...high temperature!

The residual fire sword condenses tens of millions of degrees of heat. It has been practiced hard for thousands of years in Yamamoto Genryu Saishige's country, and it is one of the four unique sword skills created - the sky and the earth are turned into ashes, and everything touched will be wiped out.

The space seemed to have lost its color under this knife.

All things are destroyed and there is silence.

Beelzebub, who was the source of the plague and protected his body, also completely disappeared like Mammon before.

It was as if it had been wiped out of thin air, leaving no trace, not even ashes. It just disappeared in front of the eyes of the other two demon kings so quietly and horrifyingly.

"the second."

Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni exhaled a breath of turbid air, brushed the blade with his fingertips, and looked sharply in his eyes.