The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Huang Huang...Yan Ling leaves the palace!

Lord's face is quite ugly. The growth rate of this monster is a bit too fast!

Moreover, the swastika imitated by this monster is different from his upright and upright character, exuding majesty and majesty.

The power of thunder it summoned turned out to be a strange color as bright red as blood, and was shaped like a sticky gel like asphalt. It seeped out from the pores on the body surface and slowly dripped onto the nearby ground.

superior.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...

The bright red slurry, as thick as asphalt, vaguely flashed with streaks of thunder, made a sizzling sound immediately after falling on the ground, and raised up foul-smelling white smoke. The already pitted ground was corroded into ravines.

"Chi...chi...chi..."

The monster let out a meaningless howl and slowly stood up from the pool of blood.

And the half of the body that was originally chopped into pieces by Lord's sword has unexpectedly recovered to its original state without any trace of injury.

So fast...

Lord's pupils suddenly shrank, frightened by this terrifying resilience.

He swore that he was only distracted for a moment, and his attention was attracted by the bright red mud of the blood pool. But even if all of this was added up, in less than a second, the monster had actually rebuilt its destroyed body!

This level of recovery can no longer be said to be over-speed regeneration.

"Jiejiejie..."

The monster swayed to stand still, its half-drooped head rotated 720 degrees, and suddenly let out a weird laugh. The curvature of the corners of its mouth gradually expanded to an astonishing degree, and it looked like it had split open, revealing the mixture of

The white teeth are full of blood.

Bang!

A pool of bright red blood splashed out, huge force was poured into the ground, and the monster's figure suddenly disappeared.

Lord's eyes shrank and his expression changed slightly. He could see very clearly that the monster was actually using the Death Step.

Hurrah!

A fierce wind suddenly struck, blowing up layers of black waves.

It was as if there were thousands of thunder drums beating in his ears, and there was a sudden and huge explosion. The shock shocked Lord for a moment, and he caught a glimpse of a bloody figure, wrapped in a rich blood light, rushing towards him.

The dark claw shadow roared and split into the sky, tearing five clear gaps into the night.

Lord's handsome face was naturally not spared. It was torn by the fierce wind that blew in his face, and his black clothes were scratched with five holes. It is not difficult to believe that if he was really caught, he would inevitably be shot.

Several layers of flesh were taken off.

Tear~

There was a tearing sound like tearing silk, and a black coat turned into rags.

Lord suddenly appeared in another place. He just breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad that he had not forgotten Kong Chan. But before he could take a few more breaths, he saw the scarlet violent voice, pulling the roaring wind dragon towards him again.

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If it were just him, Lord would be fine.

But the pool of blood as thick as asphalt was extremely ominous no matter how he looked at it, and his instinct told him not to touch it.

In desperation, Lord had to retreat again.

The monster's recovery speed has been seen, coupled with the ominous and evil nature of the blood pool, so he plans to keep a distance from it first, and then use Jianyu Thunder God to completely kill it!

Jian Yu Lei Shen is his strongest move so far!

This move he used while in Thunder God's battle form had not been able to stop even Unohana Yachiryu before. Its destructive power was enough to wipe out half of the city. He actually didn't want to use it unless he had to.

This is the trick.

But now, he has no other choice.

While his thoughts were swirling, Lord had already pulled away some distance, and when he was about to raise his hand to summon the thunder stored in the golden canopy, he saw the monster suddenly slapped his hands on the ground, causing a large amount of bright red liquid to splash over!

Wow. . . . .

Countless drops of bright red slurry shaped like raindrops, like a school of fish that smelled bait in a pond, surrounded all of Lord's escape routes, leaving no space for him to escape!

The Eighty One of the Binding Dao·Breaking the Sky!

Lord was calm and raised his hand to point forward.

A nearly transparent huge space wall stood directly between the two, isolating him from the bright red liquid.

The defensive power of the high-level binding path No. 81 is enough to withstand the broken path below No. 90. Even if the bright red slurry can break through, it will take at least some time.

But what happened next was a slap in the face.

The bright red slurry hit the broken wall of the space structure. Instead of being bounced away immediately, it was covered with sticky liquid. It was as pervasive as mercury pouring down the ground. It completely ignored the defense of the space structure and slowly penetrated in.

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After penetrating the empty barrier, the bright red slurry changed its form.

They were like slender threads, their bright red bodies twisting like snakes, shooting towards Lord quickly.

Lord realized something was wrong and immediately left the place.

But in the end, he took a small step slowly, and did not notice that there was a thread sticking out from the ground, and the sole of his foot was immediately entangled tightly.

Weird, evil, sticky, cold, bone-chilling...

All kinds of weird feelings spread from his heart, and even faintly awakened a certain beast in his heart.

Lord reacted very quickly and cut off the entangled thread with his sword, then took several instant steps to escape towards the rear passage.

Along the way, the monster pursued him relentlessly.

The rolling pool of bright red blood followed in the footsteps of the monster, and each time it passed the hotel, it would absorb the blood of the dead corpses, eventually forming a larger pool of blood and pouring in crazily!

That pool of blood... what the hell is that thing?

Lorde ran upwards with a quick step, his brows furrowed into a "Chuan" character.

Just now, the soles of his feet touched the pool of blood as thick as asphalt. Although it was only for a moment, he still felt a damp, cold, thick and turbid feeling, as if his bones and muscles were about to melt.

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And that's not the only weird thing about the bright red liquid.

This strange bright red mire looked like blood but not blood, not like thunder but not thunder. It was between solid and liquid. It had strange and changeable shapes. It could actually reduce the spiritual pressure that devoured him. He had only been touched for a second.

, 10% of his spiritual pressure was absorbed!

We must find a way to overcome this strange quagmire.

The current situation is so bad that he doesn't dare to use the swastika at will anymore. If he is imitated by that monster again, I'm afraid he will be the one who dies. Who knows how that thing will be magically modified!

boom!

The monster rushed over through the pool of blood, and its shrill howl brought Lord back to reality from his complicated thoughts.

The billowing blood roared and set off huge waves several feet high, overwhelmingly filling all the space in front of you. It stretched out from every crack in the ground, and even seeped out from the cracks in the walls, ceilings, and doors, like a large-scale terror.

Like the classic drama in the film, it is about to be submerged in a sea of ​​blood.

It turned out that while he was thinking, he was already surrounded by the trap set by the monster.

Now, he is a turtle in a urn!

If he hesitates, he will lose. He has no way out!

Lord exhaled heavily, his eyes flashing with madness, and he threw away all consequences and worries.

imitate?

Then let me see how many abilities you can imitate!

"Everything in the world will turn into ashes - the blade will flow like fire!"

A blazing flame ignited from the blade, igniting the surrounding air almost instantly.

The boiling spiritual pressure scorched the earth, turning it into scorched earth, and everything in sight was ignited by flames.

Lord's eyes were filled with coldness, and he held the flaming sword in his hand. With just one swing of the sword, the pool of blood in front of him evaporated. He walked slowly towards the monster and said word by word: "Everything is like me, and all the years are like me."

All the way - watch the sea!"