Chapter 259 Showdown

Yamamoto stood in front of the window, breathing in the fresh air coming from the courtyard.

The air is mixed with the sweetness of roasted sweet potatoes, and the stream of heat coming from the fire beside you adds a touch of warmth to this cool morning.

Quiet, peaceful.

Yamamoto stroked his beard gently, immersing himself in this hard-won atmosphere with full satisfaction.

Ever since the evil disciple got to the top with the Quincy, he has become much busier. He goes to the Invisible Empire in the Shadow Realm every now and then, often staying there for several months at a time.

Without someone making a fuss, Seireitei seemed much quieter.

Yamamoto felt that without this villain bothering him, he could live for at least two thousand more years.

He bent down and played with the liu rianruohuo. When the sweet smell of the sweet potatoes became more intense, it meant that they were ready to be roasted.

"A great day starts with..."

"Teacher, save me!!"

A deafening roar appeared in the team building, impacting Yamamoto's fragile nerves without restraint. His mind was unsteady, and the Ryuken Ruohuo in his hand suddenly ignited explosive flames, instantly vaporizing the sweet potatoes.

He was silent as he watched a handful of ashes fall into the fire.

Before he could feel sad, a figure rushed open the door excitedly, and a sliding shovel came to Yamamoto's side.

Looking at the husky-like villain, Yamamoto was filled with anger and hatred.

Before Ru Yueming could explain the reason, a fist as big as a clay pot had already landed on his head.

boom! !

The floorboards cracked, the house shook, and dust fell.

Someone was smashed into a deep pit, with only half of his feet exposed. His miserable condition was indescribable to outsiders.

"You bastard, I've said it several times, you're so reckless all day long, how can you look like a captain?!"

Yamamoto looked like he hated the iron, and reprimanded loudly:

"How can you lead the 11th Division and inherit..."

"Ahem, inherit my Yuanliu?"

This stupid scoundrel raised blood pressure so easily that he almost let out what was on his mind.

After so many years of getting along with each other, Yamamoto already knew his apprentice very well. He knew exactly what this boy was going to fart as soon as Kisaragi Akira raised his butt.

Once Kisaragi knew that she wanted to pass on the position of captain to him, this guy would definitely rebel immediately.

Instead of being filled with rebellious thoughts like rebelling against Tiangang, subduing the superior, and ascending to Dabao like before, all day long.

Before throwing this hot potato out, you must not reveal your true thoughts.

"hey-hey."

Ruyue Ming pulled herself out from the ground, showed a flattering smile, and made a sound that was impossible to make on ordinary days.

"Teacher, this is really a disaster."

Seeing someone punching him without any damage, Yamamoto frowned and said with dissatisfaction:

"It's a trivial matter if a person is still alive. It's not appropriate to panic. You haven't learned a bit of my composure."

Ruyue Ming nodded repeatedly, indicating that he knew, and then told the disaster that was about to happen:

"Yhwach is awake."

boom!

The next moment, a horrifying murderous intention like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood rose into the sky, and the fiery and violent materialized spiritual pressure turned into golden flames and burned to the extreme.

Yamamoto was holding a sword like a fire, transforming into a sword ghost from a thousand years ago. His extremely oppressive aura instantly swept through the entire team building, attracting countless horrified looks.

"where is he?!"

Bearing the frontal impact of brutal spiritual pressure, Ruyue Ming's face remained unchanged.

Although he rarely sees Yamamoto like this, it's not like he's never seen it before, so it doesn't scare him.

However, it can also be seen from this that Old Man Shan’s attitude towards Youhabach must be to get rid of him quickly.

Under Yamamoto's puzzled gaze, Akira Kisaragi simply expressed the whole story in his own way.

"Youhabach will summon his disciples when he wakes up next time."

After Ru Yueming finished speaking, a trace of sadness appeared on his face, "It's a pity that the disciple is still young and has no strength to tie the chicken. How can he be the opponent of the evil thief?"

"Once Yhwach discovers his true identity, you will send the bald man to the black-haired man."

After narrating, Yamamoto restrained his murderous intent, his anger gradually subsided, and he glared at the evildoer angrily.

You kid can defeat a captain with just one punch, so how dare you say that you are powerless?

He combed through the content and extracted the key information.

The good news is that Yhwach is not fully awake yet.

Bad news, the heir he finally cultivated is being targeted by the other party.

Thinking about this, Yamamoto couldn't help but have a headache.

If you say your kid is undercover, then he should be undercover. The rice has already been cooked, so it’s hard for him to say anything else.

After all, Kisaragi Akira's original intention was to protect Soul Society.

But why are you acting so good?

Could it be that the huge foundation of Soul Society cannot satisfy your wolfish ambition?

"Then what do you think we should do?"

Yamamoto glared at the villain, "I am not a brat like Urahara Kisuke, and I am not good at conspiracy."

Ruyue Ming nodded and did not deny it.

"Actually, before I came here, I had already thought of a countermeasure with my amazing wisdom."

"I just need your help, teacher."

Hearing this, Yamamoto frowned.

His intuition told him that what this kid said next might challenge the limit of his mental endurance.

Kisaragi Akira saw that Yamamoto did not refute, and continued with a smile:

"Teacher, have you ever heard of..."

"Void!"

…………

Under the crescent moon.

In the jungle.

The void was broken, pitch black appeared, and a figure emitting a fiery breath stepped out of it.

When he saw the scene in front of him, Yamamoto's mood was extremely complicated.

Although he had never been here since he became the captain of the Gotei 13, he had read a lot of information about Hueco Mundo.

It was a vast desert not long ago, but in the blink of an eye, it has achieved a perfect transformation from desert to oasis.

If it weren't for Ru Yueming saying that all these were done under his wise guidance, Yamamoto might have thought that a miracle had happened.

Destruction is easy, but creation is difficult.

Yamamoto has maintained the order of Soul Society for thousands of years and knows how difficult it is.

When he thought of the hard work he had to put in, he sighed heavily:

"Thank you for your hard work..."

"?"

Ru Yueming had a question mark, not understanding why this old man was so crazy.

Soon, under the leadership of Ru Yueming, the two walked out of the jungle and came to a huge city towering into the sky.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yamamoto's eyes were filled with surprise. When he was about to ask something, he saw Kisaragi Akira raised his chin and smiled proudly.

"Captain Yamamoto."

"Welcome to the Palace of the Night!"

Although he had guessed it, he was still a little shocked when he heard it.

I thought Kisaragi Akira was just a small-timer in Hueco Mundo, but I didn't expect this guy to have such a career.

He was just the captain of the Gotei 13, and Kisaragi Akira had become the new king of Hueco Mundo.

Isn't this the case of the disciple surpassing the master?

Yamamoto was relieved, but also a little confused.

He knew his own disciple very well, and he was good at fighting.

But when it comes to work such as creation, construction and maintenance, this guy is clearly not that material.

Could it be that these are all the credit of Urahara Kisuke?

With doubts, Yamamoto entered the Palace of the Night under the leadership of Kisaragi Akira.

Day and night change.

What came into view was the sunlight that should not exist in Hueco Mundo.

One after another, palaces and castles with different styles stand on the flat ground, and the scenery that is not inferior to the Soul Society is presented in front of us.

The architectural design style is unique and distinctive, and it is obvious that it is from the hands of a master.

Complex plants and greenery are scattered on both sides of the road, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance.

Such an environment seems to be very suitable for retirement.

Yamamoto nodded slightly, burying his surprise in his heart.

On the road, figures wearing the same white clothes kept running, as if they were performing their own work.

When they met Ru Yueming, they just bowed respectfully, greeted and left in a hurry.

There was not much attention to Yamamoto beside him.

The king often picked up hollows and powerful death gods from outside, and this kind of thing was no longer surprising.

Although the old man looked a little cruel, he didn't think it was strange when he thought of his king's aesthetics that were different from ordinary people.

Along the way, Yamamoto saw many similar figures.

Although he has the appearance of a god of death, his spiritual pressure is the brutality of a hollow.

This is clearly the legendary Arrancar!

But this guess is so horrifying that even Yamamoto finds it hard to believe.

He suppressed his surprise and followed Ru Yueming to a laboratory.

The interior was spacious and bright, with several figures waiting quietly.

When the two walked in, they immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Yamamoto narrowed his eyes and noticed how powerful these people were.

Compared to the Arrancars outside, these are the real tough guys.

The spiritual pressure that is unconsciously released alone gives people a strong sense of oppression.

The captain of the general god of death is probably not their opponent.

Little did they know.

When others noticed Yamamoto, they instantly felt creepy.

The old man standing next to Ru Yueming was like a sun hanging in the sky, radiating light and heat wantonly.

A strong sense of crisis swept over my body, as if I was facing a natural disaster!

Where did the king pick up this old man? !

Just as everyone was confused, a figure walked over.

Seeing this person, Yamamoto was slightly stunned and recognized the other party's identity.

The third seat of the 12th Division, the best friend of Kisaragi, the Mao genius who performed mediocrely after graduation-

Aizome Sosuke!

"Captain Yamamoto."

Facing the strongest god of death in Soul Society, even with the powerful spiritual pressure emitted by the other party, Aizen remained neither humble nor arrogant, as if nothing had ever existed.

"Teacher, are you surprised?"

Kisaragi Akira grinned, "Do you remember what I told you?"

"Sosuke is a genius who is not inferior to me!"

Yamamoto suddenly realized that some of the confusion that had lingered in his heart before was now clear.

No wonder Kisaragi Akira became a close friend of Aizen, no wonder Tsunayashiro's rebellion was resolved so easily and happily, no wonder Aizen was still intact after being taken to hell...

Countless memories surged in his mind, and Yamamoto calmly looked at the calm young man in front of him.

He has amazing talent and great strength, but he is willing to hide behind the scenes and never show off in front of outsiders.

This mentality alone proves that he is definitely not an ordinary person.

I thought Urahara Kisuke was the biggest helper of Kisaragi Akira, but I didn't expect Aizen to be the man who really controlled everything behind the scenes.

Yamamoto looked a little disappointed.

He was really old. Compared with the ability of a certain guy to judge people, there was a world of difference.

Thinking of the 11th Division, which is now full of talents, Yamamoto was deeply moved.

In another hundred years, Soul Society may reach a new height under the leadership of this guy.

After a simple showdown, Aizen began to calmly talk about the plan of hollowization.

After many experiments and the gradual improvement of the Hogyoku, the success rate of hollowization is as high as more than 90%.

Combined with the special nature of Kisaragi Akira's own soul, according to Urahara Kisuke's calculations, hollowization can be 100% successful.

But there is still a problem.

That is, during the process of hollowization, Kisaragi Akira will fall into an unconscious state, which will then cause unimaginable terrible riots.

Considering his current strength, looking at Soul Society and Hueco Mundo, the only person who can stop him is Yamamoto Shigekuni.

This is also the fundamental reason for Aizen's showdown.

If you want to gain the power of Hollow, you can't do without Yamamoto's help.

Yamamoto understands this.

For the sake of his disciple and world peace, he is willing to cooperate with all actions.

…………

Outside the Kurono Palace, in the only remaining desert.

Aizen said seriously:

"When you start to become Hollow, your body and mind will be controlled by your Hollow self, and your performance is equivalent to a beast that has completely lost its mind."

"You will see your 'Hollow self' in your spiritual world, and all you have to do is defeat the other party and master the power of Hollow."

"Of course..."

"If this plan fails, you will never have the opportunity to master this power again."

Hearing this, Kisaragi smiled confidently:

"Sosuke, you have to have faith in me."

"It's just a Hollow, three punches will kill it to pieces!"

Aizen adjusted the equipment, took out the Hogyoku, sorted out the data, and finally rushed out with a blue-purple ray, falling on Kisaragi.

The strong spiritual pressure surged down, causing him to fall to the ground instantly, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The next moment.

The surging black spiritual pressure rushed up to the sky, the brutal and violent aura was stirring wantonly, and the scalp-numbing creaking sound rang out in the light column.

The air made an overwhelmed explosion sound, as if it could not bear this sudden impact.

"First team, get ready."

At the same time, Aizen's calm voice sounded, "Use long-range attacks to consume Ming's spiritual pressure and physical strength, and try to suppress him in place."

As soon as the voice fell, the black spiritual pressure was completely restrained and sank into the body of Ru Yueming.

When he raised his head, the hearts of the hollows immediately trembled, and unspeakable fear surged into their hearts.

The familiar face was covered by a hideous bone mask at some point...