The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

All things are reduced to ashes!

The moment the sound fell, the monster was surrounded by strange bright red flames.

The surging blood-red flames, like an endless torrent, spurted out from its body crazily, just like the familiar scene before, igniting every corner within sight.

But it is different from the high temperature that comes with the flowing blade like fire, and the explosive flames that burn everything into ashes.

The blood-red flames it releases are not scorching from a sensory perspective, they just look like flames, and are actually even a little bit cold.

"I like your strength."

The monster stretched out his hand and picked up a wisp of blood-red flames, letting it dance happily at his fingertips. He grinned and said: "Humans, abandon your body and experience the great evolution with us."

Lord frowned and did not answer it.

From the beginning, this guy could only imitate other people's speech, but now he can speak on his own, and it has even become smoother and smoother, which seems to indicate that its evolution is getting closer and closer to a perfect state.

If it is allowed to continue to evolve, it is hard to believe what extent it will reach.

"Human, tell me your answer."

The monster showed a strong interest in Lord and wanted to draw him into the evolution it said.

"Forgive me for refusing!"

Lord exhaled heavily, igniting all the remaining spiritual pressure in his body.

"What a shame..."

There was a trace of regret on the monster's face, and he sighed with regret as if he was looking at a dead person. Then he placed his right hand on his lower abdomen and bowed elegantly and slowly. His behavior revealed a strong aristocratic temperament: "Then kill with your own hands." Before you go, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is... Wilbur Watson, hereditary Viscount Watson."

"impossible!"

Lord's brain was buzzing and he blurted out: "How could you... be Wilbur Watson?!"

"Why isn't it possible?"

There was a hint of sarcasm on Wilbur Watson's face: "People always choose to believe what they believe, but refuse to believe the truth, just like you think I can't be Wilbur Watson, but I am Wilbur Watson, that's an irreversible fact."

Lorde had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"It doesn't matter, you will understand soon."

Wilbur Watson laughed evilly and said faintly: "When you join us, you will be one of us. By then you will also be Wilbur Watson, and I will be Wilbur too." Watson, everyone is Wilbur Watson!"

boom!

These words were like a thunderbolt from the clear sky, and Lord suddenly woke up!

Speculations about Wilbur Watson, as well as various previous clues, suddenly surfaced at this moment, and the truth has been revealed!

"Did you guess it?"

Wilbur Whateley smiled sinisterly: "But unfortunately, it's too late!"

Bang!

I saw that the ground around me suddenly cracked, as if it had been trampled by thousands of troops.

The entire hotel was shaking violently, Lord's expression changed slightly, and the figure of Wilbur Watson was reflected in his pupils, rushing towards him surrounded by endless bloody flames, as if there were thousands of giant war beasts rushing towards him. .

Eight Thousand Ryu·Kendo·Yellow Spring!

Lord poured all his spiritual pressure into this sword, with the belief that he was ready to die.

The dark spiritual pressure was condensed into a point, and then gradually spread into a black sky, causing the entire atmosphere and even space to vibrate. The sharp sword struck out with a shocking blow, as if it was going to split the world in front of it. !

The blade of the blade collided with the blade of the fist, causing intense fire!

One after another, the violent aftermath rippled out, covering the entire hall like mercury, plowing the already broken earth!

When~

Lord used the sword's skill to remove the force of his fist, then took a deep breath, and the sword in his hand instantly cut out an afterimage.

Sword shadows filled the sky, falling crazily like heavy rain.

The eight thousand swordsmanship was brought into full play by him at this moment!

In almost a thousandth of a second, Lord merged thousands of slashes into one sword. After the sword shadows dispersed in the sky and reunited, they turned into a mighty sword light and fell, slashing with the force of splitting the sky and the earth. To Wilbur Watson.

Poof!

The mighty sword light ripped through Wilbur Watson's chest.

If it were replaced by other normal creatures, this kind of injury would be fatal enough, but for the monster in front of him, a wound of this degree can be healed in just one breath, and it is not even as good as a human being stubbing his toe. It's serious.

"It's useless, it's useless, it's useless..."

Wilbur Watson laughed ferociously and smashed through the layers of sword light in front of him.

It's really disgusting...

Lord cursed secretly in his heart and stepped away quickly.

This damn thing can't be killed, and beating it will cause it to evolve. I really don't know how to solve it!

Wilbur Watson saw the direction in which Lord was retreating, and suddenly a strange smile appeared on his face, as if his plot had succeeded.

As soon as he landed, Lord felt something was wrong.

A damp, greasy, cold and evil feeling suddenly spread from the soles of the feet upwards, and traveled through the limbs at an alarming speed.

When he lowered his head and looked, he found that it was the thick plasma from before.

The bright red slurry, as thick as asphalt, seeped out from the broken ground and penetrated as pervasively as mercury. It invaded his body along the soles of his feet and was like countless ants running rampant!

Most of the spiritual pressure was absorbed in an instant!

Lord's face turned pale in an instant, his whole body became sluggish, and his physical strength declined rapidly.

"What a pity, you probably didn't notice." Wilbur Watson was sure of victory and said proudly: "Before I withstood your flame attack, I divided some of the blood into the ground. Just now I only It’s just to draw your attention.”

"Now, join us!"

Wilbur Watson raised his hands and controlled the burning bloody flames, roaring and drowning Lord!

The bloody flames were not hot, but extremely cold.

All kinds of negative emotions surged crazily, like fire igniting in his heart, constantly impacting his brain.

One shrill howl after another sounded, as if countless miserable ghosts were tearing and devouring his soul.

"Sink, fall into darkness!"

"Join us and embark on the divine path of evolution!"

"Only the Supreme Being, who is high above us, can guide us to immortality and escape from the hell of flesh and blood of death!"

Countless large transparent hands stretched out from the darkness, wrapped him up like branches, and then dragged him into the endless abyss.

"Success!"

Wilbur Watson's eyes flashed, and he licked his tongue greedily: "With this man's soul, my plan will soon be realized, true immortality... the true ascension to the gods.

The road can finally be opened!"

"Hey, you bastard over there."

The bright red flames were torn apart by the violent spiritual pressure. Lord, covered with a white mask, slowly raised his violent eyes. Senhan's murderous aura instantly filled the entire space: "Without my consent, you will

Throw in random people, have you asked me for my opinion?"

Wilbur Watson subconsciously took two steps back, suddenly feeling a lingering chill in his heart.

This feeling has not been experienced for a long time since it evolved. It is a feeling of fear that can only be experienced in the human period, and it is so deep and dignified, as if it is imprinted in the depths of the soul!

"It's been a long time... I haven't breathed fresh air."

'Lord' grinned and said: "I hope you can hold on longer, I don't want to go back so soon."