Chapter 179 The Correct Way to Use the Zanpakutō

As an instrument infused with the essence of the Soul of Death, the Zanpakutō's existence is more than just a fighting tool.

Because of this, whether it is Shijie or Swastika, the cultivation process is extremely complicated.

As a qualified Shinigami, the first thing you have to do is to understand your Zanpakutō through the inner world, learn its true name through communication, and then synchronize the synchronization and learn the beginning.

Correspondingly, the swastika requires the Zanpakutō's [Embodiment] and [Surrender].

[Embodiment] refers to summoning the Zanpakuto into the real world when talking to it. It usually takes more than ten years of practice to complete this process.

The significance of the development of the Divine Transformation Body is to shorten this process.

The last and most important step is to defeat the embodied Zanpakuto and bring it into submission.

Both Urahara Kisuke and Nirvana stared at the scene in front of them with wide eyes, not wanting to miss any detail.

There are too few Shinigami with the potential of swastika in Soul Society. Any existence that masters swastika is enough to be recorded in the annals of history and recorded in the history textbooks of the Spiritual Arts Academy.

Because of this, every individual who can use the Transformation Body is precious experimental data.

When the Zanpakutō shattered, the Tenshin Body also turned into pieces.

But the strange thing is that its fragments did not shoot out in all directions, but hovered in place, and deep darkness slowly emerged between the fragments, like a forcibly torn crack.

If you observe carefully, it is somewhat similar to the expression form of the black cavity.

Thin and sticky black shadows flowed out from the cracks, like the blood that overflowed after a broken heart, gradually saturating the ground.

Heaviness, fear, pain, and pitch-black ink are constantly outlined and rendered, until darkness deeply covers the entire ghost realm.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Urahara Kisuke and Niryuri decided to run away with oil on their feet, leaving Akira Kisaragi alone in the middle.

The process of practicing Swastika cannot be helped by others.

There was nothing they could do except watch the show.

Once it is affected, it may also affect this process and cause unnecessary accidents.

It was definitely not because he wanted to see Ruyue Ming in trouble that he ran away.

Urahara Kisuke can use the life of his own palace minister as a guarantee.

Heavy coercion descended upon it, like an ocean overturning, the ground shook violently, and cracks collapsed, like an earth dragon turning over.

An unprecedented impact erupted from the crack formed by the Tenshin Body and the Zanpakutō, unleashing endless heat and sending Ming Yue flying several meters away.

Seeing this scene, Urahara Kisuke's eyes flashed with surprise.

This has not yet fully materialized, but it is already so ferocious. How cruel should the complete body be?

I hope this embodied Zanpakuto can beat someone up and vent their anger.

As if sensing someone's wish, the thick black shadow stopped flowing and slowly rose from the ground, forming a humanoid creature.

It’s different from Urahara Kisuke’s Benihime.

After Ruyue Ming's unbounded materialization, there is nothing surprising about her appearance. She can't even tell her gender, and there is no charm at all.

"Unbounded?"

Ruyue Ming leaned forward slightly, trying to use words to bring the relationship between one person and one sword closer.

But the moment he heard his voice, the shadow man seemed to have been activated by some kind of program. He suddenly raised his head, and a crack opened in the center of his face, and a scene as red as magma appeared in it.

next moment.

He disappeared.

Before the three people present even understood what happened, a dark shadow had already appeared on Ru Yueming's chest.

Elbow!

The power erupted violently like a volcanic eruption, even making Ru Yueming's eyes darken.

It was as if he had been hit hard by a sledgehammer, his internal organs trembled crazily, and his whole body instantly flew backwards, hitting the mountain in the distance hard.

"Hey, is this a bit too much?!"

Urahara Kisuke's face was full of horror. Because he was often threatened with death by Kisaragi Akira, and he had rich experience in fighting between the two sides, he knew the strength of Kisaragi Akira.

Even if we look at the entire Thirteenth Team, our Lord Palace Secretary can be regarded as a first-class strong man.

For example, Hobashiro Juro, who has been in the Third Division for only a little longer than Yue Ming, may not be able to withstand Zaraki Kenpachi's chop.

And Kenpachi Zaraki was often ravaged by Akira Kisaragi in the 11th Division.

But for such a strong man, his embodied Zanpakutō flew away with an elbow strike, without even being able to fight back.

This performance is too exaggerated.

Not to mention reacting, even Kisuke Urahara, who was always paying attention to Mukai's every move, failed to notice its movement trajectory.

Wujie reached out and stretched out a blade from the shadows on the ground.

The whole body is pitch black, and it is slenderer than the ordinary Zanpakutō, but also a bit sharper.

Without any nonsense, he raised his hand and slashed out with a jet-black sword.

The air was torn apart instantly, and a high-pitched sound of gold and iron colliding amidst the billowing dust was emitted.

In the smoke and dust, a hazy figure slowly walked out.

Ru Yueming squeezed the sword with one hand, exerted force with her five fingers, and crushed it instantly. Countless spirit fragments scattered on the ground and merged into the endless shadows.

The concrete Wujie, such as Yueming, is expected to be stronger.

Whether it is spiritual pressure or combat experience, it is much beyond him.

If it weren't for the blessing of the entry, the blow just now would have been a serious chest collapse injury at least.

One black and one white confront each other in the sea of ​​shadows, and the fighting spirit is constantly rising, like lava flowing wantonly, exuding irresistible heat.

The blade slashed, and the [two-cut] slashing technique passed down to Yamamoto came straight towards Kisaragi Akira.

Boom!

The blades collided in the air, and countless sparks burst out.

Ruyue Ming pulled away and spun around, and struck down with a backhand Death Sword Style - Cloud Pushing. The blade wandered over the dark blade, leaving a ferocious crack on Wujie's elbow.

No blood flowed, and no shadows fell.

The moment the blade left, the injury healed instantly, as if nothing had happened.

"The situation is not good."

Urahara Kisuke said worriedly, "This embodied Zanpakutō seems to be a bit ridiculously strong."

"If this situation continues, accidents are likely to occur."

Nirvana on the side curled her lips in disdain and said sarcastically:

"Although I know you are worried about him, but when you say this, can you put away the smile on your face first?"

"Have it?"

Urahara Kisuke reached out and touched the corner of his mouth.

Indeed, the grin almost reached behind the ears.

Nothing more, just an instinctive reaction.

Because he had been oppressed all year round, when he saw Ru Yueming being unlucky, he couldn't control his smile and almost developed a conditioned reflex.

But judging from the current situation, it is indeed quite dangerous.

Not being able to defeat the embodied Zanpakuto is a trivial matter. Once killed by the opponent, it will really go to hell.

Soon, the two sides got into a real fight.

The gorgeous and complicated kendo moves are like a raging ocean tide, drowning each other.

Because it is the Kisaragi Zanpakutō, Mukai is equally good at the kendo slashing techniques that he is good at, and seems to be more sophisticated.

Often the moment Ru Yueming raises his hand, the opponent has already slashed at him.

Push the clouds, reverse the waves, haze, break...

The pressure of the sword intertwined with the darkness, and the naked killing intent was vented wantonly. The blade light swayed and burst out with bright light.

Pfft——

Another sound of flesh being torn apart resounded above the shadow, and hot blood sprayed out, instantly soaking the white feather fabric.

Akira Kisaragi felt his wrist tremble. Under the invasion of Mukai's powerful sword moves, the Zanpakutō in his hand actually burst into several cracks, looking extremely ferocious.

On the other hand, the blade made of black shadow in the opponent's hand was still as smooth and sharp as ever.

"You kid actually hid something?"

Akira Kisaragi was furious, dissatisfied that the Zanpakuto was hidden from him.

Although he rarely fights with his Zanpakutō, as a close friend, shouldn't he be honest with him?

Can't people and swords trust each other a little more?

Can this world get any better? !

Burning with anger, Kisaragi immediately threw out the Zanpakuto in his hand, then took it off casually and threw the broken Haori away.

Pulling it with both hands, the Death Tyrant costume split from the middle, revealing his muscular body.

The blood stains on the abdominal cavity added a bit of cruelty to it.

Looking at the blade spinning in the air and flying towards him, the red color flowing in Wujie's vertical pupils became more obvious.

It's like, burning with anger.

Ru Yueming stretched out his limbs and exhaled the burning breath in his chest. The next moment, deep purple flames burst out on his body.

The terrifying high temperature permeated the air, even dispersing the shadows under the feet.

The violent pillar of fire swept up, wrapping around his body and distorting the surrounding air.

Like the scorching sun shining on it.

Urahara Kisuke looked at this scene and felt his teeth aching.

Throughout the million-year history of Soul Society, there are few Shinigami as pure as Akira Kisaragi.

The Zanpakuto is like his limiter.

Once the shackles of the blade are no longer restrained, what appears in front of the enemy is the Yuan Chuanren with full firepower, the captain of the combat division——

Like the bright moon.

boom!

White air burst out from the shoulder blades on either side of his body.

That is the materialized power of Kidō, which comes from the combat spiritual technique developed by Yoichi Shifengin, Shunhu.

The ground collapsed into a huge deep pit, and Ruyue Ming burst out at a speed several times faster than before. He instantly approached the unbounded black shadow and raised his fist.

Then comes death!

In the face of such a violent attack, Wu Jie only had time to raise the long black knife in his hand and press it against the incoming fist bone.

The mind-numbing sound of metal clashing echoed through the barrier.

The terrible impact instantly flew it away, and the human-shaped black shadow swirled in the sky, and finally stirred up dust all over the sky, covering the sky.

"I take back what I said before."

Urahara Kisuke's face was full of bitterness, "That guy is the real monster."

Wujie lay down helplessly, his body falling apart, as if he was immersed in a mire.

However, Ru Yueming did not relax her vigilance, but frowned and stared at the bubbling black shadow.

It seemed like something was coming out.

The moment this thought came to mind, the sound of metal friction burst out, and delicate rings slowly emerged from the black shadow.

Countless chains shot out from the lake-like black shadow, filling the entire ghost realm in an instant.

The expected attack never came.

The chains were intertwined with each other, like the knitted fabric in Senjumaru's hand, quickly weaving a body.

Unbounded, resurrected with full blood.

The god-like figure hovered in the sky, staring at the burning figure below with a single indifferent eye, as if to carve its image deeply into his soul.

boom!

After looking at each other, there was a thunderous explosion attack.

The skills inherited from the depths of Ruyue Ming's soul are all displayed in Wujie.

One bone! Double bones!

The tornado destroyed the parking lot, the crow flew on the plane, the flame punch, the whale-killing fist, and the bliss in the dark hell...

The fist bones wrapped in chains exploded, the air collapsed, and the straight wind left a deep mark on the back mountain.

Unprecedented pressure appears at this moment.

Ruyue Ming gasped, staring at the body similar to his own in front of him, with a sinister smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

Whether it's fighting methods or moves and techniques, they all seem to be carved from the same mold.

Although Wujie does not have the blessing of the entry, its huge spiritual pressure and strong chain body have become its strongest backing against Ruyue Ming.

The battle between one person and one sword is like two hungry beasts fighting for food.

Everywhere he passed was a mess.

Gully, scorch mark, mark, canyon...

In the blink of an eye, dozens of kilometers of back mountains were in ruins, and the huge mountain tops were directly destroyed.

If Kisuke Urahara hadn't reinforced the barrier in time, the fluctuations of the battle might have spread to the outside world.

The electric arc surged, driving Ruyue Ming's body, causing it to burst out at lightning speed.

The fist shadow roared, swallowing up everything in front of it.

The sound was majestic, and the air waves visible to the naked eye were crushing towards Wujie amidst the sound of breaking through the air.

The roar breaks out!

The blazing fire emerged from where the chains were entangled, sweeping across it like a torrent rushing forward, completely swallowing up the last darkness.

Full firepower in the true sense!

The burst of power was much greater than when fighting Bailegang. After all, Ruyue Ming's spiritual pressure had reached the second level at this moment.

There is no doubt that the attack is effective.

If this still doesn't work against Mukai, Akira Kisaragi will decisively give up the idea of ​​practicing swastika and instead find a way to hug his Zanpakutō's thigh.

Even the body made of black chains was still completely destroyed in an instant.

The links burst out in all directions, making tinkling sounds in the air, like a chaotic piece of music.

But what appeared next was a touch of soft white.

The next moment, the impact struck.

A terrifying shock erupted, and the earth turned into a violent ocean. Everything within sight set off ripples of waves.

The rock formations surged and surged, and the ghost barrier was shattered instantly under the impact of the aftermath!

Looking at the ripples approaching in an instant, Urahara Kisuke didn't even have time to curse, before he was swallowed up directly. His internal organs seemed to be hit hard by a round hammer, and severe pain instantly spread throughout his body.

The terrible impact was like a solid punch from Ru Yueming.

A huge mushroom cloud rose over the 11th Division, attracting countless horrified looks, and the newly built team building let out an overwhelmed wail.

The metal exterior wall twisted instantly, and the foehn wind roared in, as if the end of the world was coming.

When Urahara Kisuke climbed up from the dust in disgrace, he stuck his head out and looked at the center of the explosion, and finally couldn't help but take a breath of air.

"hiss……"

Ahead, the back mountain of the 11th Division disappeared out of thin air, replaced by a deep and huge sinkhole. From the sky, it looked like a pot had sunk into the Seireitei.

The terrain has been permanently altered.

The most eye-catching thing is the charred body in the center of the pot, standing like a stone monument...