The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

"Calm down... observe carefully and find the exit!"

Lord repeatedly comforted himself, took deep breaths several times in a row, to calm down his chaotic heart, and then carefully observed the cracks in the void, trying to find a pattern or any clues about the 'exit'!

These cracks are spread all over the turbulent flow of the void. Some of them are as big as the East African Rift Valley and stretch for thousands of miles, while the smaller ones are not as big as an arm. The gap between the two can be said to be worlds apart. In addition,

There is no difference anymore!

Obviously, this method doesn’t work either!

Lord was still a little unwilling, and tried to condense the spirit seeds into arrows, and use the ability to penetrate all things to penetrate the cracks, and then planned to use the feedback from the spirit seeds to sense whether the other end of the crack was safe.

But until the induction was lost, there was no feedback from the spirit son.

This place is like a natural prison, cutting off all attempts to escape.

Even Lord was inevitably a little discouraged at this moment.

He tried every method he could think of, but all the results were useless!

"Let's get started!"

Lord exhaled a breath of turbid air from his lungs, and then stared at the looming cracks.

Next is the time to verify his bloodline and whether he is European or wrong. If he chooses the wrong 'exit', it will only prove that he is just like this and is destined to suffer this disaster!

Sometimes, luck is also an important part of success!

Looking at the strong people who can reach the top, their characters are either cunning and cunning, or perseverant, or bold and heroic, or courageous. After removing all external things, the only thing they have in common is that they

All good luck!

Turn danger into good fortune, turn danger into safety, have skills to jump off a cliff, go out to pick up a teacher...

In situations such as the above and so on, only with the help of great luck can they finally reach the top!

And now, it's his turn.

Whether he can turn danger into safety depends entirely on his next choice, which will determine the future direction!

In the end, he chose the biggest crack.

If I had to say the reason, it might be that that crack is more pleasing to the eye, and the second reason is that the inside of this crack tends to be in a stable state, while inside other cracks, the void turbulence is extremely violent.

"Europe, right and wrong, all in one fell swoop!"

Lord prayed silently in his heart, then took a big step and instantly stepped into the crack.

The next moment.

He experienced the feeling of being stuffed into a rolling washing machine and then stirred crazily for countless rounds!

The terrifying suction coming from all directions seemed to tear him into pieces. The platform built by the spirit son instantly collapsed, and his whole body was like a rootless duckweed, drifting away in the violent turbulence of the void.

Go and disappear into the deep darkness!

...

I don't know how much time has passed.

In the space inside the turbulent flow of void, there is no sound or light, not even spiritual beings!

Lord has been floating in this space for who knows how long.

The direction could not be confirmed, and no exit could be found.

The spiritual pressure gradually depleted over time, and this place was like a prison, trapping him here!

There is nothing you can do, you can only wait to die!

Although he didn't want to admit it, he did feel desperate.

After struggling and roaring at the beginning, Lord's mood gradually became calm and dead. It was not that he gave up the hope of survival, but that he wanted to save all resources and find a way to get out of trouble before he died!

One day...

In the boundless darkness, Lord suddenly sensed a familiar breath of death!

That's... the smell of hell!

In an instant, without any hesitation, Lord turned into a ray of light and shadow and rushed towards the source of the breath!

He has no choice!

If he continues to stay in this boundless darkness, he will die sooner or later due to exhaustion of spiritual power. This is his last hope!

As for whose hell it is, it no longer matters to him. Even if it is Lucifer's hell, it is better than being trapped here alive!

Close, getting closer!

Lord's eyes flashed with excitement.

He could clearly feel that the breath of hell was very close, not far ahead!

Finally, after using up all the spiritual pressure.

Lord hit his head hard on the crack, and then his whole body disappeared instantly!

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...

Here is a barren ice field.

The bone-chilling wind howled, rolling up layers of ice and snow, and huge waves roared past, like the endless waves of the sea. The whole world was shrouded in gray mist, and as far as the eye could see, there were peak-shaped glaciers and cliffs.

, sits like thousands of sharp swords.

Thick snow covers the ice field, and a black river can be vaguely seen. A huge stone bridge with an ancient atmosphere spans across the rushing black river.

There are no traces of life here.

Even the most tenacious weeds cannot survive here, only the boundless ice fields.

Coldness and deathly silence are the only themes here.

But even in this extreme environment, there was a figure walking on the ice sheet dragging a huge heavy object against the wind and snow.

Tsk...tsk...tsk...

As the figure gets closer and closer, you can see that it is actually a woman, and she is dragging a huge horned monster.

The woman wore broken armor covered with sword marks, with long purple hair flying in the wind and snow, and white feathers on both sides of her temples. She was dragging the horned monster with one hand, and holding a long sword dripping with blood in her other hand.

Move forward with perseverance.

Huhuhu~

The biting cold wind howled by, blowing up the thick snow, and faintly revealed a figure.

The woman in silver armor stopped and frowned, looking at the man buried under the snow.

The man's black clothes were completely torn, and there was frozen blood all over his body. His breathing from the tip of his nose was extremely weak. If his chest hadn't been heaving a little, anyone would have mistaken him for a corpse.

rustle......

The man's fingers wriggled slightly, then he opened his eyes with difficulty, and a wry smile appeared on his chapped lips.

That bastard Rande Kil finally escaped!

This person was Lord, who had managed to escape from the turbulent flow of the void rift. Although he successfully passed through the rift, his spiritual pressure was exhausted and he had no means of defense, so he could only let the space storm rage in the middle.

Fortunately, this time, he was lucky.

Although he was seriously injured by the space storm, he still had a glimmer of hope and successfully reached this hell!

Next, you only need to give him a period of time to replenish his spiritual pressure, and then he can activate super-speed regeneration to repair his injuries.

"Who are you?"

The woman looked at him warily and asked.

"A lost man..."

Lord forced the corners of his mouth to reveal an ugly smile: "Excuse me...where is this place?"

The woman frowned, and a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes: "You don't know where this is?"

Lord looked bitter and said, "I got lost and got here by mistake."

"You are so unlucky."

The woman was silent for a moment, and then said calmly: "This is the country of the dead, Helheim."