Chapter 224 Is This the Quincy You Mentioned?

It's a disaster.

Yamamoto's face was uncertain, and his old eyes stared at the clothes on his evil disciple.

Even if thousands of years passed, even if he fell into hell, he would not forget it.

This is the exclusive clothing of the Quincy of the Empire of Light.

Although there are slight differences in style, the spiritual pressure of the Quincy is absolutely correct.

In other words, the one standing in front of him is Ru Yueming. If it was anyone else, he would have drawn out the Ryujin Jaka and chopped him off with a knife.

This is because someone confessed to him the ability of a similar blood suit before, otherwise, he would have chopped him off even if it was a bad disciple.

Quincy, the mortal enemy of the god of death!

Looking at someone's familiar clothes, Yamamoto recalled the previous war, as if the murderous intent was surging, and the violent spiritual pressure had a tendency to explode.

It seems that he has sensed the crisis.

Ru Yueming took off his clothes very skillfully, revealing the captain of the 11th Division, the haori and the death suit.

Yamamoto, Urahara: "..."

Silence, this is the 11th Division tonight.

Someone's actions were too much, so Urahara Kisuke couldn't say what was on his lips.

If you have such preparations, why don't you take off your clothes before coming back?

Urahara Kisuke sighed helplessly. Based on his understanding of Kisuke Kisuke, this guy was probably ready to come back to show off to him.

He just didn't expect to meet Captain Yamamoto.

Looking at the familiar appearance of the evil disciple, Yamamoto's mouth twitched a few times, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a deep voice:

"What's going on?"

"Why, why are you wearing..."

Kisuke Kisuke grinned, trying to make up a suitable reason, but Urahara Kisuke kept winking at him.

"Actually, it's related to hell."

Under the gaze of Yamamoto's majestic eyes, he told the whole story, but in order to take care of the eldest son's emotions.

He specially took Aizen out of it.

In his place, it was Urahara Kisuke.

If he was going to trick Kisuke, he would have absolutely no psychological burden.

Urahara Kisuke: “?”

During the story, Yamamoto’s expression kept changing, anger, suspicion, relief, worry…

Kisuke Akira, who had been secretly observing, said that he was amazed. He didn’t expect that old man Yamamoto would also have the skill of changing his face.

With this skill, even if he was kicked out of the house after retirement, he could still make a living on the street.

As if he had noticed the rebellious thoughts of a certain evil disciple, Yamamoto snorted coldly, and the temperature in the room instantly soared.

“I roughly understand.”

“Because of your long-term fishing in hell, you were counterattacked by the will of hell. As a prison guard, Kenpachi Kuriyashiki fought with you, causing the collapse of the Black Rope Hell.”

Kisuke Akira nodded hurriedly.

"Then because of this reason, Mimihaji prepared to go to hell and use the power of the eye to repair the damaged hell, and at the same time cooperate with you to deprive hell of its power."

"As a result, you disagreed with this approach, so you turned yourself into a Quincy and went to the Invisible Empire as an undercover agent, preparing to trick the Soul King's left hand back and replace Mimihaji's position."

Ru Yueming nodded again, admiringly:

"As expected of you, old man Shan, your wisdom is second only to mine."

"In terms of understanding, I would like to call you the strongest!"

Yamamoto's face sank, and he shouted angrily:

"Asshole, it's just nonsense!"

"As a dignified god of death, pretending to be a Quincy to go undercover in the opponent's base camp, what on earth do you think?"

"Do you really want me to be willing to send you off with my old hair?!"

Hearing this, Ru Yueming subconsciously muttered:

"Where do you have hair?"

Boom!

Looking at Kisaragi Akira, who was punched through the floor and had a human-shaped dent, Urahara Kisuke felt quite happy, but he didn't dare to show it on his face, so he was very painful.

He could only silently comment in his heart.

It seems.

Kisaragi Akira climbed out of the pit and shook his dizzy head. Yamamoto felt a little pain when he saw that he was unharmed.

This kid's skin is thicker than before.

No wonder he has no scruples when he is desperate, and even worse.

"Actually." Kisaragi Akira muttered softly, "I also went undercover because I was absolutely sure. The undercover experience I accumulated in Tsunayashiro before, plus my superb acting skills and perfect disguise."

"Even if I face Yhwach directly, I'm not panicked at all."

Someone's dissatisfied whisper came to his ear. Yamamoto took a deep breath and suppressed the idea of ​​killing the evil disciple with a knife and cleaning up the house.

You can be called an undercover when you sneaked into Tsunayashiro's house before, right?

That old man Anzai will not rest in peace!

Suppressing his anger, Yamamoto said bluntly:

"Quincy and Shinigami are different. They belong to different races. Whether it is fighting style or spiritual pressure, there are great differences."

"A Shinigami breaking into the Invisible Empire is like lighting a bonfire in the dark."

"It may be possible to get away with it in a short time, but once it takes a long time, the other party will definitely find out. By then..."

Before Yamamoto finished speaking, tree-like dark blue lines appeared on Ru Yueming's exposed skin.

Then, he opened the five fingers of his right hand, and a large amount of spirit particles in the air gathered, instantly condensing into a longbow that exuded a sharp breath.

The spirit particle arrow slowly appeared.

Bend the bow and put the arrow.

Yamamoto subconsciously clenched the crutch in his hand, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the turbulent materialized murderous intent surged wantonly, impacting the building.

At this moment, he even thought it was a Quincy from the Invisible Empire disguised as Kisaragi Akira.

But the naive look in his eyes is not something ordinary people can imitate.

So at the last moment, Yamamoto suppressed the urge to take action.

Urahara Kisuke smacked his lips, expressing some pity.

Being able to see Ru Yueming being unlucky is more satisfying than paying wages.

However, Yamamoto was not that stupid yet and did not annihilate the evildoers immediately.

"Boy, come with me."

"oh."

"And you!"

Yamamoto glanced at Urahara Kisuke, who was happily watching the show, with extremely cold eyes.

just like.

In his eyes, the think tank of the 11th Squadron has become a bad seed who leads his disciples into trouble.

When he met Yamamoto's eyes, Urahara Kisuke's heartbeat immediately skipped a beat.

Damn, I was tricked by Ru Yueming again!

Urahara Kisuke weighed the pros and cons and wondered whether to give Aizen away as well.

After much thought, I decisively gave up on this tempting idea.

If he spoke out, he would offend not only Kisaragi Akira, but also Aizen.

One person can barely hold it, but if Aizen comes in, he may really have to give up the weight of more than 100 kilograms.

I'm afraid he will be stabbed seventy-two times in the back and commit suicide.

Urahara Kisuke shuddered.

Based on his knowledge of Akira Kisaragi and Aizen, he was sure that the two working together could definitely do such a thing.

For the safety of your own life, it is better to keep your mouth shut.

…………

The shabby back hill of the 11th Division.

Because it has been ravaged by someone all year round, this place can no longer be called the back mountain. It should be the back wasteland.

Looking around, you can vaguely see the territory of other team buildings at the end of your sight.

It's too empty.

"Boy, take out the spirit longbow you had before."

Yamamoto whispered, "Attack me."

"oh."

Like Yueming, she bent her bow and nocked an arrow, and when she raised her hand, a spirit arrow ripped through the air.

Looking at the blue beam of light that was approaching in an instant, Yamamoto's face darkened, he opened his big hand and accurately held the spirit arrow in his palm.

Feel it a little bit.

Well, genuine spirit arrows, the purest Quincy combat spirit.

Because he had killed so many Quincy, Yamamoto claimed that he knew the Quincy very well.

"continue."

In order to verify his guess, Yamamoto did not hesitate to continue to be a living target for Kisaragi Akira.

In an instant, arrows of light poured down like rain.

There was a hazy filter under the blue sky, and the surging spirit particles fell like a flood from a dike.

Being included in the attack range, Urahara Kisuke's expression changed slightly as he was enveloped by a single shot of No. 73 Binding Dao Mountain Crystal.

He didn't want to die from an unknown AOE.

Looking at the tidal wave of attacks, Yamamoto's expression did not change. He loosened his left hand that was holding the cane tightly, faced forward, and chanted the Kidou incantation.

"Broken Dao No. 88: The flying dragon strikes the thief and the sky-shaking thunder cannon!"

In an instant, an explosive roar rushed out, and the azure pillar of light was surrounded by sizzling and violent lightning, wiping out everything in front of it.

Countless spirit arrows disintegrated, turned into spirit particles again and dissipated in the air.

Looking at the mess left in front of him, Yamamoto remained silent.

No one understands Quincy better than him.

It was precisely because of this that he felt a little complicated at this moment.

It was a bit ironic that he regarded the Quincy as his life-and-death enemy, but in the end he accepted a Quincy as his disciple.

However, Yamamoto still holds a faint hope in his heart.

Perhaps this is just Ru Yueming's special ability.

This scoundrel has always been able to create miracles, and maybe this is one of them.

"Show all your strength."

Yamamoto pondered for a moment and added, "It belongs to the Quincy."

Hearing this, Kisaragi grinned, pulled off the captain Yuori, and then skillfully tied the Death Tyrant uniform around his waist, revealing his strong and perfect body.

Seeing this scene, Yamamoto's eyes twitched.

Does this idiot have the same attitude at the Quincy's base camp?

What's the difference between this and writing "I am the God of Death" on your face? !

Dark blue and dark red lines appeared on the perfect body at the same time, and a powerful aura hit his face.

Urahara Kisuke's breathing was stagnant.

monster!

The moment his pupils suddenly shrank, Kisaragi Ming had already exploded with astonishing speed, stepped on the pedal condensed by Reiko, and arrived in front of Yamamoto in an instant.

"Teacher, be careful."

"I don't need you, a junior, to remind you!"

Yamamoto snorted disdainfully, clenching his fists tightly as if he was going to throw out a straight punch.

boom! !

The contact between the two people's hard fists was like the collision of planets. The air waves visible to the naked eye instantly burst out and ripples spread out around the two of them.

In just an instant, layers of soil within several miles of the surrounding area exploded, and gray-brown dust rose into the sky.

Ru Yueming tilted his arms back, muscles moved, muscles and bones rubbed, lines squirmed on the surface, and a large number of spirit seeds gathered on his fists.

Immediately, a devilish grin appeared on his face.

"Continuous normal punches!"

Instantly, countless afterimages appeared, occupying the entire battlefield, and the wind broke out wantonly, impacting wave after wave, violently destroying the surrounding ground.

Yamamoto was not to be outdone, and directly exploded his clothes with spiritual pressure, swung his fists, and transformed into the same fist shadow to fight against it.

The air around him fluctuated violently and twisted, as if it could collapse at any time.

The hot breath continued to permeate, and heavy oppression filled the space.

Seeing that the master and apprentice were addicted to fighting, Urahara Kisuke sighed and sent out a flash step away from the battlefield.

If he continued to stay, he would only be defeated.

The battle between the two was extremely fierce, and countless sparks burst out between the collisions, igniting the surrounding land and setting off a raging fire.

Yamamoto found that although Ru Yueming's fighting style was the same as before, if he carefully perceived it, there was a huge difference.

The god of death relies on his own spiritual power, while the quincy relies more on the spirit particles from the outside world.

The higher the density of spirit particles in the area, the stronger their combat power will be.

The current Soul Society is a world made up of spirit particles, so Ru Yueming's performance is also particularly brave and extremely strong.

But even so, his combat power is still slightly lower than before.

Without the blessing of the God of Death, Ru Yueming is equivalent to having his right arm cut off. Not only are his moves not as coherent as before, but his timing is also much worse.

After this battle, it is confirmed that Ru Yueming is still his stupid disciple with a brain full of muscles.

Yamamoto, who was relieved, no longer lingered in the battle. He saw the opportunity and drew his sword with his backhand:

"Songming!"

The blazing pillar of fire shot up into the sky and directly swallowed the traitor who tried to rebel against Tiangang.

Before someone rushed out of the fire column, Yamamoto sheathed his sword, resumed his violently beating heart, and said calmly:

"The test is over, I already believe your identity."

"Also, Urahara Kisuke, come with me."

Without waiting for Kisuke Kisuke to agree, Yamamoto appeared beside Urahara Kisuke in a flash, grabbed his collar with one hand without saying anything, stepped hard with his right foot, and turned into a flame that shot up into the sky.

When someone extinguished the fire column with a punch, all he saw was the empty and messy ground.

Kiruki Akira: "?"

This old man has learned a lot!

He ran away after getting a chance, who did he learn this from?

Forget it, just treat it as coaxing an old child.

Kiruki Akira shook his head and shook off the ashes on his face.

Since the old man Yamamoto no longer entangled in the issue of identity, he could let go and do a big job.

…………

Seeing that Kisuke Kisuke was still alive and kicking, Aizen was relieved.

The noise of his fight with Yamamoto before did not seem fake at all. Even though they were several blocks apart, he could still clearly sense the real killing intent contained in the spiritual pressure.

Aizen even suspected that it was because Ru Yueming really defected to the Invisible Empire that Yamamoto attacked him.

"Go ahead."

Aizen put down the experiment at hand, set up the tea table, and poured tea:

"I'm curious about what you have done in the Invisible Empire during this period."

Ru Yueming sat opposite him carelessly, picked up the teacup and drank it all, then said with a smug look on his face:

"It's nothing."

"Just became the second in command of the Invisible Empire!"

Aizen took a deep breath.