Chapter 153 Am I Wrong? I Am Not Wrong!

The entrance to the Mao Underground Prison.

The guarding Death Gods looked at what was happening in front of them in shock, almost unable to believe their eyes.

The multiple Dao Binding Barriers were constantly trembling and vibrating, as if a switch had been stepped on, and the dense light flickered on them non-stop, and continued to spread at an extremely fast speed.

In an instant, the Dao-binding barrier covering Zhenyang's underground prison began to shatter layer by layer, as if some violent force was constantly impacting inside.

"Are there any prisoners trying to escape?"

"Something serious has happened, we must notify the first team immediately!"

"Go and ask Captain Yamamoto!"

"Calling members of the ghost community to come and strengthen the barrier!"

Zhaotian Boxuan's scalp was numb and his head was buzzing. There had been no accidents in the Zhenyang Underground Prison for countless years. However, after he took over the supervision, such a serious accident occurred.

If the superiors investigated and punished him, he would have to go to the endless hell at least.

I just don’t know how Ming Ruyue is in there, I hope it’s okay.

Otherwise, even if there is no punishment, Captain Yamamoto may not be able to spare him.

The alarm bells rang loudly, the sound wood shook, and several layers of sky were immediately transmitted to the outside of the inner court.

First team, execution room.

Yamamoto Masaru and Kyōraku Shunsui are having a master-disciple exchange.

"I think your worries are a bit unnecessary, Old Man Shan."

Kyōraku looked carefree as he flipped through the list of people who had been imprisoned in the Mao Underground Prison in recent years.

"With my junior brother's strength, even if something goes wrong, nothing will happen."

Yamamoto glared at him angrily and said:

"Are I worried about that bastard?"

"What I'm worried about is the Zhenyang Underground Prison!"

"That's a place where no accidents have happened for tens of thousands of years. If that kid does something wrong this time, it will be difficult for him to inherit my position in the future!"

Kyoraku Shunsui nodded thoughtfully.

Yamamoto had told him these things more than once. He should have inherited the position of captain, but due to the status of his superior noble and some attitude problems.

Yamamoto had thought about cultivating another heir.

However, Ukitake is weak and although he has recovered now, he has quite a few flaws in his character and is not suitable for the position of captain.

It wasn't until Akira Kisaragi was born that Yamamoto saw hope again.

Maybe he is a little less resourceful, but he has good talent and is willing to practice hard. In the future, he will definitely surpass his two senior brothers in terms of strength.

Even if it takes hundreds of years, it is not impossible to surpass Yamamoto.

Therefore, most of the tasks currently assigned to Kisaragi Akira are preparations for his position as captain.

If the work is done well enough, he can inherit it earlier and Yamamoto can retire earlier.

He has been the captain for hundreds of years, and it's time to add some fresh blood to Team 13.

As for Kyōraku Shunsui, he has no desire for power at all.

Is the sake not good enough?

Or is the girl from Flower Street no longer fragrant?

Only a fool would inherit the leadership of Team 13!

He just wants to be able to hang out for a day, drink wine and tease the oiran honestly and honestly, this is the real life!

"Be more open-minded, Old Man Shan!"

Jingraku Shunshui yawned and comforted him, "Although my junior brother is a bit naughty, he can also distinguish the priorities of things. He will not mess around in such an important place."

Yamamoto nodded: "I hope so..."

Buzz——

A mesh of spiritual pressure fell from the sky, covering the entire team, instantly capturing Yamamoto's spiritual pressure and transmitting the message!

"Captain, something big has happened!"

When he heard Akita Hakugen's voice coming from his ears, Yamamoto's heartbeat immediately skipped a beat, the surrounding temperature suddenly increased, and the air was instantly distorted.

Seeing this, Kyoryaku Shunsui directly captured the falling spiritual pressure and interpreted the information conveyed in it.

"The outer layer of the underground prison's binding barrier began to shake, and the innermost layer gradually shattered. I suspect someone has escaped!"

Yamamoto's forehead veins popped out, and he disappeared from the room in an instant without even hearing the words.

Jingraku Shunsui had a strange look on his face. He rubbed his unshaven chin and flipped through the contents on the list. After thinking for a moment, he finally followed.

…………

Inside the underground prison.

Smoke and dust billowed, prisons collapsed, sparks flew everywhere, and fireworks were brilliant.

The arrogant spiritual pressure rushed into the crowd, as if a violent sea wave hit the moving ship hard.

In an instant, countless mottled colors splashed out, blood and brains, thick red and pure white, and the suffocating smell of blood continued to spread.

The prisoners looked in horror at the terrifying figure that was killing everyone in the crowd, like an evil Shura. Their expressions were distorted to the extreme, and their facial features were gathered together, full of despair.

I thought it was an evil siege.

No one expected that this young-looking god of death would be so cruel.

When his spiritual pressure exploded, no one expected the seriousness of the matter, but when the battle broke out, it was already too late.

The vice-captain-level Shinigami prisoner had a cruel smile on his dirty face, his fist raised high, and all his spiritual pressure gathered on it, like a one-thousand-watt light bulb.

Then he suddenly punched the boy in front of him.

When the fist bones of both sides collided, the prisoners seemed to see the bubble burst.

At the moment of contact, majestic power surged out, starting from the prisoner's fist bone and rushing towards the rear in a devastating manner.

Skin, tendons, and bones all collapsed in an instant.

He didn't even make a cry of pain, his whole body was instantly exploded into plasma.

Then, everyone saw a dump truck bathed in debris and blood, charging towards them and others.

No one is his enemy.

Their strength is inferior, and coupled with being imprisoned for a long time, most people have even forgotten how to fight.

The whine played the symphony of a crushing battle.

Black chains burning with deep purple flames swept through the crowd.

Ruyue Ming gave up his defense. No one could break his defense anyway, and launched a sprint directly among everyone.

Like a dump truck, its body can directly break through the limit and cause thunderous roars. It does not require any combat skills at all. Its indestructible body is the best means of attack.

The fist bone fell and he died instantly.

Although there may be prisoners who were wrongly convicted in Room 46, Ru Yueming sentenced them to death from the moment they were about to attack him.

He is not a kind person.

Life in Rukongai in his early years taught Akira Kisaragi how to survive in a cruel environment.

After a while, all the prisoners who escaped from prison were slaughtered.

Only the culprit Fuchikami remained.

Looking at the young man who kept approaching him, Fuchunami's face was full of fear, his facial features were distorted to the extreme, and he didn't even have the courage to look at Kisaragi Ming.

He had experienced Senjumaru's cruelty before, and now he experienced a similar scene again.

"I'm curious about a question."

Akira Kisaragi walked up to him, reached out and pulled out the Zanpakuto from the wall, looking at the other person with a sinister smile.

"How on earth did you break free from the murderous stone shackles?"

Because he had assisted Aizen in many experiments, even if he did not understand the specific ingredients of the murderous stone, Kasugeki Akira knew its effects.

To put it simply, it is similar to the sea tower stone on the sea next door.

In terms of confinement, it even exceeds the effect of Hailou Stone.

Coupled with multiple bindings, even the Death Captain cannot break free from his imprisonment.

"Can you let me go if I tell you?"

A glimmer of hope flashed in Fuchikami's eyes, fighting for every ounce of hope for life.

Bang!

The wall behind him was smashed by a punch, Ru Yueming threatened with a smile:

"If you don't tell me, you will die now."

The scene before him was undoubtedly a huge shock.

The mottled colors on the ground, broken limbs, and corpses are intertwined, painting a picture of hell.

Yubu Shangnan considers himself to be a man who has seen the world.

But compared to Ru Yueming's cruelty, it's not on the same level at all.

"Say, I'll say!"

Fuchikami, who had been repeatedly being ravaged, was frightened and answered hurriedly:

"It's the Tsunayashiro family!"

Immediately afterwards, he poured beans through a bamboo tube and told all the information he knew.

It turns out that when Fuchikamio was sentenced to prison, although Tsunayashiro fell, he was still one of the five nobles, and there were members of his family in the Forty-sixth Chamber.

Their influence in Soul Society is still great.

So the sentence was imposed, but the measures to imprison Yuan Shangnan were tampered with.

The murderous stone was fake, and even the Zanpakutō was hidden in some unspeakable location.

The original plan of Tsunayashiro Room 46 was to let Fuchikami win over people in the Mao Underground Prison, develop his power, and make more people loyal to Tsunayashiro.

When the time is right, release them all by creating accidents.

In this way, with the help of this group of prisoners, Tsunayashiro can return to his position as the head of the five nobles.

It's a pity that God did not fulfill his wishes.

When Fuchikami was still developing underground power, all the forty-sixth room was massacred by Kuchiki Xianghe, not even a single person who could breathe was left.

Later, he met Ru Yueming who came to visit the prison to collect the body.

After calculating the old and new grudges, when even his mind was blinded by anger, he directly beat him and tried to keep him in the underground prison forever.

Unfortunately, Fuchikami misjudged the strength gap between the two.

Then, there is no more.

He witnessed the making of a hell drawing and left a more serious psychological shadow on himself.

After repeatedly making sure that nothing was missing, Kisaragi Ming ended Fuchikami's life.

It is impossible to let this guy who has a deep hatred for himself continue to live.

Anyway, I am not from the lawful camp.

Then Ru Yueming looked at the corpses piled up in front of him and began to worry.

I was so excited that I couldn't stop it, so it didn't end well.

besides……

Where was the wooden key hanging on the chain link thrown away? !

…………

When Yamamoto and Kyoraku rushed to the inner court, the trembling and shattering of the bound road barrier stopped abruptly.

In the darkness, huge shadows moved.

In the silence, the sharp sound of metal friction continued to sound, echoing among everyone's eardrums.

Yamamoto's expression changed slightly, and his left hand was already on the handle of the knife at his waist.

No matter who you are, you can’t leave from here...

"teacher!"

Ru Yueming, who was dragging a huge black iron ball, excitedly waved to the front and said hello.

Yamamoto: "?"

Why this guy again?

Why didn't my blood pressure rise when I saw this scene?

Could it be that you are used to it? !

Suddenly figuring out the key, Yamamoto's eyes twitched twice.

The members of the Ghost Path looked at the hill-like iron ball in horror and Ruyue Ming, who was dragging the iron ball effortlessly, as if they had seen a monster.

In the end what happened? !

What did this guy do to the Mao Underground Prison? !

Countless questions lingered in their minds, as if there were a hundred cats scratching them.

In their anticipation, Yamamoto asked a question that everyone was concerned about:

"What happened down there?"

"What's inside this iron ball?"

Ru Yueming stood next to the iron ball and patted it hard, making bursts of friction sounds.

"It's not a big deal."

"I just demolished the Great Scorched Hell."

Yamamoto: "..."

Under everyone's doubtful eyes, Ru Yueming roughly recounted what happened in the underground prison.

Nothing was hidden.

Except for the fact that I spent a while looking for the wooden seal key.

Because he was too lazy to piece it together bit by bit, Ruyue Ming directly used the chain to fasten the ground and dig out the melee battlefield.

Then he was wrapped in chains like an iron ball and dragged back to the inner court.

After hearing the explanation, Yamamoto fell silent.

Just scold him, he didn't do anything wrong.

The whole process was just self-defense, and he was even the victim and hero of this incident.

If it hadn't been for Akira Kisaragi, Tsunayashiro and Fuchikami'o's plan might have succeeded.

The turmoil caused by then will not only be the loss now.

But if you tell him not to scold him, Yamamoto always feels uncomfortable in his heart, as if the roasted sweet potatoes he eats are not roasted by Liu Ren Ruohuo.

After thinking about it, he finally focused on the grinning Kyōraku Shunsui next to him.

Snapped!

A thick palm fell on his shoulder. Kyoryu Shunshui's eyes widened and a bad premonition filled his heart.

"Captain of the Beijing Band, if I remember correctly."

Yamamoto's deep voice sounded in the empty area, even forming echoes, and wisps of flames suddenly ignited.

"You have always been responsible for the custody of prisoners..."

Kyoryaku Shunsui: "?"