Reborn as the God of Death and became the Captain of the Ten Blades

Looking towards the deep pit in the distance again, the spiritual pressure that permeated the vicinity of the pit still has not disappeared. Even if an ordinary Daxu approaches, it cannot escape the result of soul annihilation.

Jian Yami ignored him at all, and his anger instantly overwhelmed Nnoitra's remaining sanity.

It's obvious that Yami is at a disadvantage, and it's obvious that Yami's ultimate goal is anger. Why, why does he look at himself like that?

His teeth were chattering with anger, he raised his weapon above his head and yelled:

"Pray, Holy Crying Mantis." Nnoitra's hysterical anger completely broke out.

"I'm going to kill you." After liberation, Nnoitra turned into a beast with only primitive desires. The voice came from far and near, and appeared in front of Yami in the blink of an eye. The two sickles were shining, unstoppable and straight.

Cut to Yami's neck.

Yami finally began to look squarely at the Hueco Mundo traitor, so fiercely that he waved his Zanpakutō in front of him.

Then his face changed, and he felt that what Nnoitra was holding was not a sickle, but an overwhelming and overwhelming torrent.

Unprepared, his muscles contracted rapidly, his heart trembled violently, his eyes bulged, his steps were messy, and he was pushed back dozens of meters before he could stop him.

Seeing that the attack was effective, Nnoitra smiled cruelly with a murderous look.

"Where is your pride? Tell me what are you proud of?" He yelled loudly, and the pent-up anger and unwillingness poured out with the two sickles.

Feeling the sudden power, Ya Mi secretly said, "It's not good." He couldn't resist it anymore. His Adam's apple rolled, a mouthful of blood finally spurted out, and his body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken.

Nnoitra sneered ferociously, taking advantage of his illness to kill him, and shouted loudly.

"Yami." Nnoitra's roar was fierce and sharp, and the sound reached an extreme level. Her body disappeared from the spot, and then a muffled sound appeared behind Yami.

"Go to hell." Nnoitra shouted and swung out two scythes. Seeing this, Yami turned around with all his strength, but it was too late. For a moment, snowflakes flew, and a black shadow flashed in his eyes, and a huge

The arm flew up out of thin air, and you can still see the ferocious muscles on it.

The arm drew a bright curve in the air and fell to the ground, blood soaking the vast sand.

"Ah...it hurts..." The sudden huge pain made Yami yell angrily.

In comparison, the pain emanating from the body was minimal. I subconsciously covered the wound with my hand, but the touch of my palm and the edge of the broken arm made the pain more intense.

Since advancing to Vastod, Yami is no longer as manic and irritable as he was during Yachukas. On the contrary, he is trying his best to tell himself to be calm.

As Hueco Mundo's lackeys, Nnoitra and Grimmjow surrendered to the God of Death. Yamita looked down on them, but this time they were seriously injured by each other.

Endless humiliation filled my mind, and the calmness I had worked hard to maintain over the years collapsed, and my consciousness was quickly overwhelmed by anger.

He no longer paid attention to Ulquiorra. At this moment, he just wanted to completely tear Nnoitra into pieces, as well as those gods of death, and completely destroy everything.

"Kill them, angry beast!"

As soon as he finished speaking, endless spiritual pressure rose from the body out of thin air, a huge threat exuded a terrifying aura, and the spiritual pressure-shaped light pillar rose into the sky with such majestic momentum that it dispersed all the dark clouds in the sky.

Yami's entire body was wrapped in the spiritual pressure beam, and his figure could not be seen clearly. The overflowing spiritual pressure storm swept up the dust on the ground and flew outward.

Ichimaru Gin flashed to the side of Tōsen Kou. The spiritual pressure in his body was flowing and quickly condensed around him, forming a wall of spiritual pressure with excellent defensive power. The two of them were wrapped in it. They felt the cutting power of the sand and dust, and the Zanpakutō.

Unconsciously, I held my hand tighter.

The pressure from Yami, even if you are far away, the destructive feeling of oppression can still hit you. Without the corresponding will, even if you are stronger than the opponent, you cannot defeat it. Gotei Thirteen

Perhaps only Kenpachi Zaraki can compare.

"Captain Aizen, these Wastods are really scary." Ichimaru Gin suddenly laughed at Aizen, and it was hard to tell whether it was true or false on his smiling face.

"Silver, the so-called power is just a cognitive error. You only need to wait for me to end this boring battle and quietly wait for the arrival of God's skylight period." Aizen said slowly without moving.

After saying that, he glanced in a certain direction inadvertently, his eyes as cold as knives.

Grimmjow, who was about to attack Ichimaru Gin, suddenly felt locked by a terrifying aura.

Standing on the spot, the little Jiujiu in my heart was instantly forgotten and returned to a nonchalant look.

This breath is too familiar, the familiar trembling, the despairing terror, the god-like oppression.

Faced with Aizen's warning, he had to stop his thoughts of attacking Ichimaru Gin.

Even so, he still showed arrogant murderous intent towards Ichimaru Gin.

The black flash on Ulquiorra's fingertips has been condensed to the extreme. The black flash is like a black hole that is breathtaking and frightening.

As soon as he realized that the Shinigami on the other side was planning to take on Vastod's strongest move, the spiritual pressure all over his body rushed in like a flood.

"God of Death, it's over." Ulquiorra said, knowing that the other party was not simple, and he wanted to forcefully follow his own behavior of seeking death.

Aizen was still where he was, the calm mirror shimmered, and a contemptuous smile came out of the corner of his mouth: "Humph."

When Ulquiorra saw that the opposite God of Death was still confident of being able to capture him, his eyes showed murderous intent again. The mere God of Death actually regarded Hueco Mundo as his own backyard.

Wang Xu’s flash was like a comet dragging its black tail towards Aizen.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Aizen. Suddenly, Aizen underwent earth-shaking changes. He still had a gentle smile, gentle and elegant, but his whole body seemed to emit a dazzling light, which made everyone unable to bear to look directly.

The temperature of the scene dropped to freezing point without warning. This coldness permeated the whole body, passing through every inch of skin and every hair of all the Death Gods and Vastod present. The souls suddenly trembled and were horrified. Even Nnoitra and

Yami also stopped fighting and paid attention to the situation here.

Faced with the ultimate power, Ulquiorra's whole body's spiritual pressure flashed. Aizen was not impatient, he reached forward with his left hand and pinched the black flash in the eyes of all the incredible eyes.

This was not enough. In the midst of all the shocked eyes, with a clenched hand, the flash of light the size of a fist turned into dots of starlight and dissipated in the air.

Raising his head, Aizen looked coldly towards Ulquiorra. Ulquiorra felt this coldness, and an extremely dangerous fear instantly filled his body.

Before he could react, a flash of knife light quickly enlarged in his pupils. Under the premise of all nerves releasing signals, the veins on the knife tip, blade, and handle were all faintly visible in his eyes.

Ichimaru Gin still smiled casually, and suddenly shouted: "Mr. Grimmjow."