Chapter 152 The Correct Way to Open the God of Death

"Oh, what a miserable death..."

Opening the cell, a unique corpse was spread out on the ground. The dark red plasma was coagulated, and a large number of sticky spirits were coagulated in this small area.

After simply packing it up, Ru Yueming directly packed it with a binding rope, wrapped it into a ball, still tied it up with chains, and dragged it behind her.

After the process, there is no danger, it is just a simple trouble.

Since there were not many sinners, there were not many corpses either.

Most of the prisoners imprisoned in the underground prison are ordinary chief officers or deputy captains, and there are also members of the nobility.

Death gods like captains are rare.

Of course, it also has something to do with the fact that Ruyue Ming has little knowledge and limited knowledge.

Anyway, walking from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top, you can hardly see the captain-level Shinigami.

However, it is also possible that most of them were imprisoned in the eighth level of Hell due to the seriousness of their crimes.

The authority of the wooden seal key only covers the first seven floors of the underground prison.

The eighth level of the Hell is a restricted area. In the past, when the forty-sixth chamber was still there, even if Old Man Shan wanted to visit the Hell, he would have to hold a meeting to discuss it.

It must be approved by all members before permission can be obtained.

The endless hell is too dangerous.

However, after this experience, Ru Yueming discovered something very strange.

There are dead people in each level of hell, and their numbers are evenly distributed.

Only in the third level of Zhonghe Hell, the number of dead is extremely large, and the corpses are in a twisted state. It does not look like they have died of old age, but more like they have been tortured and killed in a cruel way.

But if you look around carefully, you can't see any traces of fighting.

Moreover, all sinners imprisoned there will have their spiritual power and spiritual pressure imprisoned by the slain stone shackles and the Dao Binding Barrier.

Normally, there is no jailbreak.

Could it be that the jailer committed theft by guarding himself?

Ruyue Ming rubbed her chin and tried to think seriously.

But in the dark shadows that he couldn't detect, several crawling creatures were constantly approaching him, hiding their movements perfectly with the help of the shadows.

It wasn't until the moment when the danger instinct screamed that Ruyue Ming realized that he had been surrounded.

"What's this?!"

Everywhere you look, dark green colors are everywhere. On the floor, in the iron bars, in the corridors, and on the ceiling, twisted vines that exude a faint smell gather together like a pot of grass.

Just looking straight at him a few times gave Kisaragi Ming the feeling that his SAN value had gone crazy.

"Of course it's my Zanpakutō!"

A hoarse voice came from behind, and along with the sound of the prison bars breaking, a figure appeared in sight.

He has a medium build and an ordinary face, and his whole body is imprisoned and sealed by murderous stone shackles.

But despite this, he still released powerful spiritual pressure all over his body.

Not to mention the level of twelve cars!

Ruyue Ming stared at the face that was not too unfamiliar, and for a while he couldn't remember who the other person was.

"Ru Yueming, I owe everything to you that I have fallen to this day."

"If you hadn't betrayed my whereabouts, I wouldn't have met that crazy woman!"

The man roared angrily, accusing Ru Yueming of his crimes.

"Wait, do we know each other?"

Ruyue Ming stretched out his hand to signal the other party to stop for now.

He racked his brains just now and couldn't remember who the person who escaped from prison was in front of him.

The man suddenly became speechless and twitched the corner of his mouth.

The co-author has been performing a one-man show.

This bastard guy can't even remember anyone.

"Former captain of Division 7, Fuchikami!"

The man gritted his teeth and said his name, dark green spiritual pressure exploded wantonly, and a huge beam of light instantly lit up the dark Zhonghe Hell.

Even destroyed several prisons.

Like the moonlight suddenly dawned.

He finally remembered that the name was so distinctive.

In fact, it's not his fault for his poor memory. The last time he saw Yuan Shangnan, the guy's whole body was covered in night clothes, making the whole thing airtight.

"I'm curious, didn't you have your spiritual power imprisoned by the Killing Stone?"

Ruyue Ming raised her hand, "Why are you still acting so brave?"

Yuan Shangnan smiled ferociously: "How can a mere murderous stone block my power?"

As he spoke, he reached out and touched the shackles. A large handful of dust scattered, and the murderous stone was directly squeezed into pieces.

Although I don't understand what happened.

But there is no doubt about it.

A major vicious incident has occurred right now.

Zhenyang underground prison, criminals escape!

He is like the bright moon, the white jade pillar holding up the sky in the Soul Society, and the purple golden beam across the sea. He will turn the tide here and save the Soul Society from the fire and water.

Presumably, Old Man Shan will be very pleased when he finds out.

Maybe if Alzheimer's disease occurs, the position of captain will be passed on to him on the spot.

Thinking of this, Ru Yueming's eyes flashed with excitement, clusters of deep purple flames burned on his body, and high-spirited fighting spirit erupted in Zhonghe Hell.

The winding vines under its feet were instantly burned to ashes.

The violent momentum is almost overwhelming.

Looking at the terrifying ghost-like figure, the former captain of the seventh division, now a permanent resident of Zhonghe Hell, Fuchikami slowly asked a question?

Who is Captain Death? !

The flow of time in the underground prison would not be different from that in Soul Society. Could it be that hundreds of years have passed in Soul Society during the time he was imprisoned?

There was no time for hesitation and shock.

Seeing someone's death armor starting to burn, exposing his muscular upper body, the blazing heat erupted, surging through all the hells.

Fuchikami panicked a little.

"Swastika!"

"Forest of Hate!"

The dark green spiritual pressure turned into a pillar of light and soared into the sky. Countless seeds exploded in the light and scattered to every corner, taking root and sprouting crazily, absorbing the spiritual seeds in the air.

In an instant, countless vines with ferocious spikes spread out, filling the entire corridor.

There were cracks in the walls, floors, and ceilings everywhere.

Everywhere you look, there is green and lush greenery.

The vines intertwined and turned into huge trees, with endless black shadows hanging down. The huge pressure fell, giving people a suffocating feeling.

Perhaps because he had opened his swastika and felt confident, Fuchikami's expression relaxed a lot.

He looked at the figure rushing towards him and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, no matter how strong the spiritual pressure of the deputy captain is, how strong can it be?

Just branching out two vines at will is enough to strangle him here. Then he can take Ru Yueming's key and leave this ghost that never sees the light of day...

Wait, what the hell is that? !

Within sight, like the moonlight rushing into the domain of the Abomination Forest, the moment countless spiked vines fell, deep purple flames soared into the sky, burning everything to ashes in an instant.

Fuchikami was stunned, almost unable to believe his eyes.

I even suspected that I had released a false swastika!

Whose normal Shinigami leaves his normal Zanpakutō unused, punching and blasting with air pressure?

In an instant, the vine forest in front of him was completely shattered, and branches and fragments scattered all over the sky, filling the ruined corridor like a heavy rain.

Fuchikami gritted his teeth, and all his spiritual pressure exploded.

Dark green shadows filled in, instantly covering the entire Zhonghe Hell.

The sky-blocking vines covered the sky and took away all the light in sight.

"Is it turned up high?"

Seeing this, Ru Yueming was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth raised crazily, "Then I won't be polite."

As the words fell, the black chains rubbed against each other, making a sharp sound of metal collision. Countless sparks shot out freely among the exquisite objects, adding a bit of light to the darkness.

The vines twisted up like crazy, covering each other layer by layer. A forest of giant trees rose from the ground, and gorgeous flowers bloomed in it.

Light yellow smoke filled the forest, trying to weaken Kisaragi Akira's spiritual pressure defense.

etc!

When the smoke touched Kisaragi Akira's body, Fuchikami's eyes widened.

What about reiatsu defense? !

This kid is so confident that he doesn't even prepare a spiritual shield?

Upon noticing this, a ferocious smile suddenly appeared on Fuchikami's face, as if he had seen the scene where Ruyue Ming died tragically under the spiked vines.

"Stalk and kill!"

Countless vines twined and fell, instantly wrapping the moonlike light into a round ball.

Then, Fuchikami once again witnessed a scene that completely shattered his outlook on life.

When the spikes on the vines touched the exposed skin, there was a clashing sound of gold and iron.

As sparks burst out, the spikes seemed to hit the steel plate. As they broke off one after another, they were directly burned into ashes by the explosive deep purple flames.

Yuanshang Man's pupils shrank.

He now seriously suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes.

This kid is definitely not a moonlike moon, but a humanoid figure wearing a moonlike skin, Vastod!

Stretching his arms, he abruptly tore off and shredded the surrounding vines.

Kisaragi Ming did not activate Shunpo, but walked towards Fuchikami step by step, leaving charred black footprints one step at a time. The indescribable and terrifying pressure was pressing on his heart like a mountain.

There is a faint feeling of suffocation.

Fuchikami's expression was crazy, and he was frantically activating the power of the Forest of Hatred. Countless vines rushed out from every corner, trying to block Ruyue Ming's progress.

But all in vain.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't slow down his speed by half a minute.

Unable to break defense!

"The Fifty-eight of the Broken Dao·Khotan Lan!"

Endless gusts of wind suddenly burst out from the palm of your hand, whistling through the gaps and sweeping forward in a destructive manner.

It was like countless extremely sharp blades fell, and the sound of metal friction even erupted in the forest.

However, it had no effect at all.

The destructive power of the No. 58 Breaking Path of the Abandoned Chant is not even as good as the whipping of the spiked vines, and it is impossible to break Ruyue Ming's current defense.

"Okay, that's it for now, senior man."

Kisaragi Ming looked at Fuchikami, who was not far away from him, and grinned.

"I already have a rough idea of ​​my upper limit of defense. Thank you for your cooperation."

He was seen bending his knees and squatting slightly, and strands of electric arcs were dancing among the purple flames, activating his cells and constantly accumulating power.

"Now it's my turn!"

The moment the words fell, all the vines on the ground collapsed, and even the ground below was cracked with ferocious cracks.

The impact air waves spread out in circles.

boom!

The earth collapsed, and the moonlike moon disappeared instantly under the force of the reaction. The meteor passed through the forest of hatred and approached Fuchikami in an instant.

A punch without any flashiness went straight to the face.

At the critical moment, Fuchikami desperately mobilized all his spiritual pressure and condensed a spiritual pressure shield in front of him. Even the vines under his feet were entangled with each other, weaving a wall between the two.

Red Thunder Cang Yan·One Bone!

The moment the fist bone fell, it directly melted the vines and shattered the spiritual pressure shield. Countless light fragments exploded between the two of them, reflecting brilliant colors.

Immediately, the features of the ordinary face were misplaced, the expression was distorted, and the sound of broken bones was particularly clear in the empty corridor.

The head pulled at the neck, and the neck drove the body. Circles of air waves exploded behind him. Fuchangami dragged a long tail wave and flew through the dark corridor at high speed, collapsing several walls.

Dust and smoke were everywhere, and ruins were everywhere.

The moment he fell, rioting thunder mixed with burning heat erupted on the spot, turning into a huge pillar of light, instantly shattering the ceiling.

The foehn wind ignited, venting its tyranny in all directions.

When the dust and smoke dissipated, a handful of charred bodies were trembling in the pit.

To Kisaragi Ming's surprise, after receiving such a blow, Yuan Shangnan did not die.

The vitality is even tenacious.

Countless vines were inserted into his body like intravenous tubes, continuously delivering spiritual pressure to him and restoring his severely injured body.

The charred blackness fell off, and Fuchikami's injuries were mostly recovered.

But he didn't say harsh words, and he didn't even have the courage to look at Ru Yueming one more time. He turned around and ran away, so fast that he even left afterimages in the corridor.

"run?"

Ru Yueming followed up step by step, "Do I allow you to run?"

Fuchikami noticed the terrifying heat wave behind him and wished he could have two more legs.

terrible.

Is this the god of death too? !

From the beginning to the end, he never saw Akira Kisaragi using his Zanpakuto, relying on a pair of iron fists to smash everything in front of him.

What happened to this world?

Feeling the spiritual pressure getting closer and closer behind him, Fuchunami gritted his teeth and directly released vines to crush the prisons on both sides of the corridor.

Looking at the freedom so close at hand, the prisoner swallowed a mouthful of saliva, with a trace of desire for freedom in his eyes.

"I'll beat you to death if you dare to come out!"

A demon-like threat passed in front of him, scaring people away immediately.

Seeing this, the prisoner shrank his head and huddled back into the corner.

Some people are afraid, while others are not. When the desire for freedom suppresses the fear in their hearts, the prisoners rush out of the prison, and then——

Run behind Fuchikami.

It's impossible to fight, and if you can't fight again and again, you can only place your hopes on the strong men in the lower hell.

Just chase and demolish them all the way.

From the third level of the Public Hell to the seventh level of the Great Scorching Hell, prisoners were released one after another, and hundreds of them soon gathered.

The mixed spiritual pressure even made the air in the prison thicken, making people feel as if they were at the bottom of the sea, with pressure erupting from all sides.

Someone in the crowd shouted:

"Kill that guy and everyone can leave here!"

Everyone suddenly came back to their senses, immediately stopped running away, and looked back at Ruyue Ming, who was alone.

Yes, no matter how strong he is, there is only one person.

There are so many of us, why should we be afraid of him?

After figuring out the key points, the prisoner's expression became excited again. As the murderous stone shackles were broken, powerful spiritual pressure rushed out one after another, making a sharp roar.

The wind broke out and the air waves swirled.

Seeing this scene, Ru Yueming was not surprised but happy, her eyes were shining, as if she had encountered a great good thing:

"Old man Shan beat me, Sister Lie chopped me up, and even Senjumaru, that lunatic woman, bullied me into being young and weak."

"If I can't beat them, how can I beat you?"

Looking at the crowd coming to attack, a Zanpakutō flew out, directly penetrated several figures, and nailed them to the wall.

"It is--"

"Black tiger preys on trapped lamb!"