The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

The flowing blade is like fire.

The existence of this sword is equivalent to the history of Soul Society.

The Zanpakutō, known as the most powerful and destructive weapon, capable of destroying the world, finally demonstrated its terrifying power of burning the sky and boiling the sea, permanently changing the terrain and even the atmosphere!

"A mere flame...watch me put it out!!!"

Wilbur forcibly suppressed the uneasiness surging in his heart, and directed many Wilburs to scream in unison: "Youhabach, there is only one reason for your failure, and that is that in the space of the ascension ceremony, everything is destroyed.

It’s under my control!”

"I... am God!!!"

The screams of tens of millions of people shattered the space.

In the violent tremor of the earth, which was like an eight-magnitude earthquake, a blood-colored substance as thick as asphalt was raised high, and a monstrous blood wave hundreds of feet high roared. It was pushed by an invisible big hand, and the huge waves piled up one after another.

Coming like a blanket of overwhelming pressure!

The souls of those Wilburs who were burned to ashes continued to merge into the bloody waves.

Under the spell formed by the blood, their souls had already merged with Wilbur, and even turned into an immortal existence. Even the Zanpakutō's attack could not completely eliminate them.

final.

Thousands of miserable souls howled and screamed, gathering on the surface of the bloody and angry waves.

Bloody waves emerged from the terrifying heads one after another, and the negative emotions intertwined with resentment and anger were like substance, making this huge blood-colored wave that was a hundred feet high even more weird. You could even feel it just by observing it with the naked eye.

A strong mental impact.

Rumble...

The huge blood-colored wave roared in, and everything in its path withered and fell. Even the invisible space was corroded, showing horrific traces of twisting and messiness.

"Although that guy is mean-mouthed, at least he told me one thing."

Lord didn't look at the blood wave that was about to fall, and seemed to be talking to himself: "Instead of thinking about how to increase the spiritual pressure more, it is better to think about how to make the spiritual pressure more condensed. Really

Powerful power does not lie in more... but in more subtle control."

Hula la——

Blood surged, and the ghosts howled.

The space in front was constantly distorting, being squeezed by the terrifying waves of blood, making a creaking sound that was on the verge of reaching its limit, as if it would all collapse in the next second.

The bloody ocean roared wantonly, and huge waves came one after another. The distance was getting closer and closer. Maybe they would be buried in this terrifying ocean in the next second.

There was a hint of anxiety in Michael's eyes, but he did not disturb Lord because of it.

Like Him...

Lord slowly closed his eyes, held the flaming blade, and experienced the subtle feeling.

More detailed, more nuanced.

First experience it, then control it.

No more meaningless overflow of spiritual power, no need for such a large-scale attack, but all the power concentrated on the blade.

Concentrate and reach the top!

The next moment.

Lord suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a brilliance like a morning star in his eyes, and the bloody giant wave was already close at hand, and it was only less than half a meter away from him at this moment.

"Like...this!"

Lord took a step forward, and the flames released from the blade suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared!

Not only that.

Even the endless sea of ​​fire that once spread across the earth, ignited the entire atmosphere, and turned the sky red, suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared and everything was just an illusion.

"Hahaha......"

Seeing this scene, Wilbur immediately laughed: "After seeing the power of God, are you finally going to give up?"

No...I'm not giving up!

Those flames have not disappeared!

Seraph Michael narrowed her eyes slightly. She knew that energy would not be created out of thin air, nor would it disappear out of thin air.

If the flame really disappeared, then why did the temperature not only not drop at all, but also become even hotter?

With such doubts, Michael's eyes moved slightly downward, and finally he noticed something strange and understood the reason.

To be precise.

Those flames did not disappear out of thin air, but were compressed on the blade. The originally dark surface of the blade now became dull, like a dry and burnt branch. It looked even worse than those that had failed to be forged.

of carbonized knife blanks.

Anyone who sees it will wonder, can this kind of black and dry strip really be called a knife?

I'm afraid even the kitchen cutting knife is countless times sharper than this blackened and dry branch, right?

The knife that was so fierce just now, as if it was going to burn the sky, boil the sea, and destroy a whole world, has now turned into this appearance. The difference between the front and the back is simply staggering.

But it was such a dry and charred piece, as if it were a waste product after a failed forging, that caused an indescribable terror to rise in the heart of Seraph Archangel Michael.

"Although I can't understand it now, I can at least simulate it." Lord seemed to be very burdened at the moment, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the arm holding the knife actually turned into a kind of...

Approximately what it looks like after coking.

Eight Thousand Styles·Kendo·Blade of the Rising Sun·Change!

Lord recited silently in his heart, and then facing the overwhelming sea of ​​blood, he pulled out the charred blade from the invisible sheath.

Zheng——

A rich fiery red appeared on the nearly pitch-black blade, and as the blade was swung forward fiercely, the pitch-black sword light was like a broken waterfall, instantly splitting the entire world into two, and the color of all things in the world was taken away.

It seems to be reduced to a black and white film.

The next moment.

Half of the sky was instantly ignited. No flames escaped from the blade, but only extremely hot temperatures that wiped out everything it could touch!

laugh--

The blood-colored raging waves hundreds of feet high evaporated in an instant!

Along with it, more than half of the city of Newcastle was wiped away by the black blade. The sword light extended along the blade and opened a huge crack of nearly a kilometer. It was like a terrifying world wonder like the Great Rift Valley in East Africa!

Along the way, all tangible and intangible substances were directly melted and wiped away without a trace by the terrifying high temperature.

Only the black ashes remaining on the spot silently recounted the horrific scene just now, proving that something once existed here.

As for Wilbur…

The remaining ashes, scattered in the air with the breeze, may tell everyone the answer.

This situation...

It is also like the residual fire sword after the swastika.

It neither burns nor releases explosive flames, it just erases everything it touches without a trace.

Once it is waved, it will surely end everything!

This feeling...

There were many thoughts in Lord's mind. Looking at everything he had caused, his calm heart was inevitably filled with waves.

This is just an attempt.

But this almost meticulous and special skill of controlling spiritual power made his eyes light up and touched a higher level of power!

And this was just a poor imitation. If he could perfectly reproduce and restore the sword that Lord had struck after the virtualization, it wouldn't even cause widespread damage.