The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

"Swastika—Daigurren Hyōrinmaru!!!"

Lord's eyes are extremely cold, he is wearing armor made of ice, the ice crystals on his back are condensed into dragon wings, his right arm is covered by a ferocious dragon head, and he is holding a light blue that is emitting extremely cold spiritual pressure!

Huhuhu~

The extremely cold spiritual pressure formed a huge storm, soaring into the sky like a high-spirited dragon, causing celestial phenomena to descend!

The dusk, which has never changed in hell, was suddenly overcast with thick black clouds rolling in, sniping across the sky like waves, almost covering an area of ​​several thousand meters!

Under the terrifying spiritual pressure erupted by Daigurian Hyōrinmaru, everything within a few thousand meters with Lord himself as the center turned into an icy blue frost field, and even the endless yellow sky in hell.

The sandstorm was also miraculously frozen.

"This stone carving... is not simple."

Lord's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling a little surprised.

This disc stone carving withstood the spiritual pressure of the Daigurian Hyōrinmaru but remained unscathed, and it also protected Angela's soul from the extremely cold air. This is enough to prove its extraordinary nature!

"How interesting, human!"

Mammon licked her lips, with a strong look of greed in her eyes: "I can feel that hell is longing for your power!"

Although he still doesn’t know the reason, Mammon can clearly sense that the moment Lord released his power, his ‘Hell Authority’ actually moved slightly, as if he was eager to get this power!

"I have decided, human."

Mammon's eyes revealed a fierce look and she smiled ferociously: "I want your body more than this woman's coming ceremony!"

Since even hell desires this power, he cannot miss it. Even at all costs, he must get this power!

"If you want my body, it depends on whether you have the ability!"

A cold light surged in Lord's eyes, and he pointed the tip of the knife at the Demon King of Hell, and then said slowly in a cold voice: "Fortunately, this is hell, and I don't need to restrain my power like last time.

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During the Battle of New York, considering the huge destructive power of Hyōrinmaru's swastika, he deliberately weakened the power of swastika and controlled the damage to the smallest range!

But now...no need!

There are no innocent souls in hell, so he doesn't need to worry about his own power, he just needs to release it to his heart's content!

Buzz~

Hyōrinmaru seemed to sense Lord's heart, and the blade trembled slightly, as if to tell Lord that it couldn't wait and wanted to make the enemy feel the extreme cold!

"Timing begins!"

Lord's eyes were stern, and he instantly glanced in front of Mammon.

Whoosh!

On Hyōrinmaru's sharp thin blade, there was a wisp of extreme chill that penetrated the bones, and then it was cut down with lightning speed.

This sword neither burst out with astonishing spiritual power nor sharp and powerful sword energy.

some......

There is only the extremely cold air, which violently devours Mammon the moment it touches it!

"Ice Dragon Spin Tail!"

The cold air compressed to the extreme on the sharp blade suddenly exploded and spread, freezing everything in its path, turning everything within a few hundred meters into a world of ice!

Although Mamen's whole body was frozen in the thick ice, Lord was not careless at all, and instead had a solemn look on his face.

There is no way Mammon, the majestic demon king of hell, can be defeated so easily!

the most important is......

He did not receive the task completion prompt from the system!

As if confirming Lord's conjecture, the thick ice layer freezing Mammon was suddenly ignited by a wisp of black flame!

Click! Click!

The ice layer kept making crackling sounds, and the originally smooth ice surface was already covered with terrifying cracks!

The next moment, the ice suddenly burst.

"Arrogant mortal."

Mammon stepped on the black flames that were still burning under her feet, and walked out with a ferocious smile: "I am the Demon King of the Seven Original Sins, how dare you fight me in hell with a bastard like you?"

Lord also thought he was crazy.

No...it should be said that he swelled!

How dare you fight with someone face to face on the territory of the Demon King of Hell!

You must know that the strength of these dimensional demon gods is closely related to the space and region in which they live!

Dimensional demons such as Dormammu, Sithorn, and Mephisto do not want to take away the earth's dimension, but once they come to the earth, their power will be greatly suppressed, and as the

The longer you leave your own dimension, the greater the degree of weakening you will suffer!

Therefore, the Supreme Mage can easily expel them.

If the two sides were on equal terms, I'm afraid Ancient One alone wouldn't be able to stop dimensional demons like Sithorne and Dormammu!

But this does not mean that he has no chance of winning.

Because the mammon in front of me is just a projection of power, not the real devil of hell.

"You talk too much!"

A ray of cold murderous intent burst out from Lord's eyes: "You, the Demon King of Hell, did you become the Demon King by just talking? The other six Demon Kings really have no objections to you?"

It was just an unintentional remark at first, but unexpectedly it seemed to hit Mammon's pain point, and his eyes burst out with terrifying violence.

"court death!"

Mammon let out a low roar full of anger, and the agitated sound waves rolled in, whistling like countless sharp steel knives!

"Instant coax!"

Lord exhaled, and then his eyes turned cold!

Crackling!

Dazzling white lightning entangled Lord, instantly erupting with a terrifying spiritual pressure that could not be described in words, and the jumping white lightning tore through the surrounding void!

Tsk!

Just the spiritual pressure overflowing from the whole body, and the countless explosive winds rolled up, were like sharp blades, tearing apart the roaring sound waves.

But...it's not over yet!

Lord knows very well that if he wants to truly end the battle, he needs more and stronger spiritual pressure!

Hell... is not just Mammon's home ground!

The concentration of souls here is a hundred times that of the human world. For Lord, who has Quincy blood, it is a natural and perfect battlefield!

“Spiritual Son—Plunder!”

Lord roared, his face suddenly turned red, and his whole body was like a fried shrimp, exuding steaming heat!

Hurrah!

I saw that all the spirits within a radius of nearly a kilometer were forcibly plundered in an instant, and then roared in like a tide, and were injected into Lord's body crazily!

In this almost self-mutilating way, Lord finally managed to raise his spiritual pressure to captain level!

Conditions met!

"Watch... Mammon!"

A flash of coldness flashed across Lord's eyes, and then he slowly raised the blade: "The next step is all my power!"