The King of The Worlds

"Shhhhhh!"

Immediately following the arrival of the first few captains, one after another figure also quickly brushed past Matsumoto Rangiku's shoulders, and arrived at the side of Yamamoto Motoryasai Shigekuni, lined up, holding Zanpakuto, looking forward.

"Hitsugaya Toshiro, come back!"

Yamamoto Genryasai Shigekuni's eyes were serious, and he shouted in a deep voice.

Hitsugaya Toshiro, who was fighting against each other in the sky, now had bloodstains all over his cheeks and body, completely at a disadvantage.

With one against two, facing the two captains from China, even he is somewhat powerless.

"call!"

Exhaling a breath, Toshirō Hitsugaya swung his knife suddenly, and pulled out a long string of ice flowers. The cold air shot out, forcing the two attacking people back, and retreated quickly.

Seeing that the enemy wanted to escape, the Nie Guo Reaper wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Qing Feng below.

"Stop chasing, let's see what they think!"

Qing Feng turned his eyes, staring at the captains of the Corpse Soul Realm standing in the front and lined up behind him, the corners of his mouth lifted, revealing a smile that was difficult to judge what it meant.

"Gotei 13th Division, Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekuni!"

"You seem surprised."

He stepped forward and walked to the front of the national god of death. Behind him, the gods of death were either standing on the ground or standing in the sky, staring coldly at the thirteenth division of the guardian court.

At this moment, except for Acceptance Sword Eight and Aizen, the other captains of the thirteenth squad have already arrived, and a large number of death gods gather here, forming a long dragon behind them.

The two camps are confronting each other at this moment, staring at each other, and the atmosphere is extremely tense.

"What are your identities? What is your purpose!?"

Yamamoto Genyanagisai Shigekuni asked in a deep voice.

The wooden crutches he leaned on with both hands hit the ground.

"Crack!"

The ground shattered in an instant, and a circle of air waves centered on him, blowing his robes and shooting away in all directions. When it reaches the front of the death god in China,

An incomparably strong wind has formed, causing the people in the front row to back up and squint their eyes.

"Oh? The old guy is really strong!"

Qing Feng narrowed his eyes, revealing a trace of fear.

Sure enough, as the information said, this captain is strict and powerful.

After a little leaning, he smiled again.

"People from the country, come and ask the captain for something!"

"what?"

Asked by Yamamoto Genryasai Shigekuni.

"The right to manage the soul world!"

Qing Feng's smile dissipated and became icy cold, and a piercing chill shone in his blue pupils.

"Thinking too much!"

Facing Qingfeng's words, Yamamoto Motoyanagisai Shigekuni only said a few words.

"Then we'll have to take it ourselves!"

Qing Feng raised his hand suddenly, and said coldly.

Suddenly, he waved his right hand.

"Kill me!"

On the opposite side, Yamamoto Motoyanagisai Shigekuni, who was thousands of meters away, suddenly had an icy chill in his eyes, and the aura on his body also violently violent at this moment, and an invisible wave centered on him, forming a whirlwind and quickly blowing away. out.

"It doesn't matter who waits, everyone backs away!"

The old voice resounded, containing endless majesty.

"Avoid accidental injury!"

The four words faintly made the death gods around him and around him change color and retreat one after another. Even the ten captains behind him all retreated quickly, for fear of being affected by something.

"Captain, you actually want to make a move!"

"Obviously, he was angry!"

"For the first time in nearly a thousand years, I really look forward to the terrifying but amazing power!"

The captains who talked a lot were chatting with each other, and the gods of death behind them were also staring at the front, inexplicably excited.

Yamamoto Motoyasa Shigekuni, the founder of the Goutei Thirteen Team of the Soul Society, the first general captain, the founder of the Mao Lingju Academy, and the first principal. His status is so high that he has absolute authority in the soul world, and his life is almost equivalent to the history of the soul world.

At this moment, the suddenness of the war did not make the captain flustered. Even, at this critical moment, a series of redundant questions and doubts were discarded. For example, there was no news about why Liuhun Street was in turmoil, and for example, no one noticed the appearance of a large number of death gods, etc.

The living fossil that represents the history of the soul world, at this moment, a ball of anger has begun to burn in his heart.

The other party claims to be a native of the country, which means that he is not from this world, and then he is an enemy. But such a big, aboveboard attack, its outrageous attitude, and cruel methods have already made the chief captain completely angry and murderous!

How is the anger poured out? Only in the boiling flame, to dissipate, to vent.

Straight ahead, a large number of Chinese death gods rushed towards them. Their eyes were crazy, and their expressions were full of confidence, strength, and killing intent. From everyone's face, one can see their intentions towards the corpse soul world, as well as their obvious ambitions!

"The world of corpses and souls is the world of corpses and souls!"

"No one can come!"

Yamamoto Motoyanagisai Shigekuni uttered a few words lightly.

The crutch in his hand was suddenly peeled off at this moment, and a long knife with a purple color appeared in the eyes of everyone. In an instant, the temperature in the air began to rise at this moment.

"Everything, everything is ashes, flowing like fire!!"

The plain singing came out, but it made everyone's pupils shrink.

Because at the next moment, this ordinary-looking, but the oldest and most powerful Zanpakutō began to tremble.

"Chi Chi Chi!"

A flame flared up, emerging from the blade, followed by burning the entire handle.

"Hoo hoo!"

The wind started to blow, and Yamamoto Motoyanagisai Shigekuni's robe shook, and the flames burned more and more intensely.

"Humph!!"

Suddenly, Yamamoto Motoyanagisai Shigekuni stared with calm eyes, and the incomparably majestic spiritual pressure fluctuations shot out of his body in an instant, and the flame on the long knife was as hot as the sun.

The temperature in the room had suddenly risen by forty degrees, making it unbearably hot.

Then, with a flash of his long knife, it was already held horizontally in front of him, and he swung it fiercely.

"Hot hell!!"

The old man's deep drink sounded, and the flame above the knife expanded, became larger, became hotter, and burned extremely.

"Crackling!" "Chichichi!" "Sting!"

The mixed voices rang together at this moment, and an incomparably huge pillar of fire suddenly appeared around the running God of Death.

A pillar of fire appeared, and then boom boom boom boom, a series of sounds came out, dozens of huge flame pillars appeared at this moment, and the extremely hot flames scattered, enveloping and devouring the surrounding gods of death in an instant.

"Ahhh!"

Suddenly, there was a scream. The figures of the gods of death in China twisted and disappeared in this flame.

Whether it is an ordinary god of death, or vice-captain-level, captain-level, at this moment, they will not be spared, and they will dissipate one by one under the scorching flames.

The flames spread quickly, and in the blink of an eye, they had already covered a radius of several thousand meters in front of them, enveloping the god of death in them.

"burst!!"

After five or six breaths, Yamamoto Motoyanagisai Shigekuni shouted loudly.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

There was an extremely loud explosion sound, the ground shook, and dozens of pillars of fire that reached the sky swept in all directions with a terrifying momentum, devouring a large piece of the death god in China.

Those in the sky and those under the ground cannot escape!

When everything was over, Qingfeng's pupils shrank, and his right hand gripped the handle of the knife tightly.

Behind him, there was a sound of gasping.

They were frightened!