Chapter 301 It Must Be Me

If you were to ask who he feared the most in the world, Naurahara Kisuke would definitely answer Aizen.

And what’s even more terrifying than Aizen is——

Two Aizens!

Looking at the two figures confronting each other in the sky, Urahara Kisuke suddenly felt as if his heart had stopped.

In order to plot against Aizen, he specially developed a targeted ghost path, and the Nine Six Kyo Fire Frame was destroyed.

The plan finally got on track, and when it was about to be implemented, another Aizen showed up? !

Others also showed horrified expressions in cooperation.

One Aizen has turned the Soul Society upside down, and the Death God captain and even the Masked Army have been wiped out. If another Aizen comes, the entire Three Realms may not suffer.

Looking at the man in front of him who was exactly the same as himself, there was a bit of surprise in Aizen's eyes.

The appearance can be disguised, the behavior can be imitated, and even the breath can be reproduced.

But only the soul does not have the same possibility.

Although Parallel Aizen was reluctant to admit it, the fact was already before his eyes and he couldn't help but accept it.

Although the temperament of the person in front of him was slightly different from his own, his intuition told him——

The opponent is the genuine Aizen Sosuke.

When this idea arises, Parallel Aizen can't help but feel a bit absurd in his heart.

How can there be two identical people in the world?

Soul King, is this your masterpiece?

A rebellion against one's own destiny?

Parallel Aizen looked at the sky, with a hint of undisguised disgust in his eyes.

While the other party was observing, Aizen also looked at "himself" with great interest, a person who looked exactly like him.

In the parallel world, Mingcheng will not deceive me.

Although the current scene was a bit chaotic, Aizen instantly obtained a large amount of information from the chaotic spiritual pressure and the opponent's state.

And used this inference to determine what was happening at the moment.

It turns out that without that guy, would I be on a path destined to failure in the future?

Just when he was about to greet the other party and introduce himself, an inappropriate voice came from the passage behind him.

"Hey, everyone is here!"

Someone walked out of the passage happily, waving to the confused people below:

"have you eaten?"

Everyone: "..."

It was obviously a terrifying scene that made people's nerves tense to the limit, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly. Why did the style of this guy suddenly change when he came out? !

It's like a deep literary show suddenly turned into a sea of ​​beauty and art.

The change in style was so great that it was unacceptable for a while.

Urahara Kisuke looked at another figure appearing in the sky, and for some reason, he suddenly felt like he was having a heart attack.

Unlike Aizen, he was certain that he had never seen such an out-of-place person.

Neither the spiritual pressure nor the appearance made the slightest impression.

Although existences like this should maintain a certain degree of vigilance.

But for some reason, there was a voice in Urahara Kisuke's heart that was shouting crazily.

Use the invincible Hong Ji to kill this guy quickly, otherwise, your life will fall into unprecedented absolute darkness.

Urahara Kisuke is a rational person who can distinguish right from wrong.

He could sense that this undistinguished young man had no ill intentions toward him and others.

On the contrary, the kindness and friendliness that are about to overflow do not seem to be fake.

Well, they are friends, not enemies.

With strong willpower, he overcame his instinct and chose to stay put for the time being and wait for the situation to develop.

Akira Kisaragi's attention only stayed on everyone for a short moment, and then he was attracted by the parallel Aizen opposite.

Completely white skin, covered with cracks, and blue and purple.

There was a hint of vigilance in his eyes, and he calmly observed the two people in front of him.

"Soyousuke?"

Ruyue Ming asked tentatively.

Parallel Aizen frowned, a little unhappiness appearing on his cracked face.

Ever since he rebelled against Soul Society, no one has ever called him that.

Is he very familiar with this guy, or is he very familiar with this guy in front of me?

Judging from the fact that the two of them emerged from the dark passage together, they must be close friends, right?

How ridiculous.

People who are destined to be lonely actually have such a weakness.

Just when he was silently expressing his disdain for someone, Akira Kisaragi took out the latest generation of the Telegraph Machine from his arms, and then pointed it at Parallel Aizen in full view of everyone.

Click.

The sound of the shutter sounded in the empty ruins.

"What are you doing?"

Aizen's blood pressure rose.

Akira Kisaragi turned her head to one side and showed disgust: "Soyousuke, I found that you have become stupid since you came here."

"Of course I'm taking photos as a souvenir. Isn't it obvious?"

Immediately afterwards, a strange scene was staged in front of everyone.

Akira Kisaragi moved back and forth between Parallel Aizen at a speed that could not be caught by sight, the shutter in his hand kept ringing.

Because the Aizen he knew had completely merged with Hongyoku, the Aizen in this form is no longer available.

Now that I finally see them, I naturally want to collect them vigorously.

As someone's behavior becomes more egregious, Aizen's and Parallel Aizen's blood pressures become coordinated and steadily increase.

However, with his perfect understanding of Aizen, Ru Yueming stopped in time when his blood pressure reached the critical value, and collected the message machine very solemnly.

This thing is more important than Kisuke's life, so he can't lose it.

He will have to rely on this to laugh at Aizen in the future.

Aizen: "..."

Just based on this undisguised ugly face, he has guessed someone's thoughts.

Is it too late to grab the message machine at this time?

"Let's stop this boring farce."

Parallel Aizen calmly looked at the two figures in front of him, raised his right hand, and extended his index finger.

"I don't want to watch it anymore."

"Hado Sixty-three: Thunder Roar Cannon."

A huge golden lightning column burst out from the fingertips, instantly swept across the sky, dyed the azure blue brilliantly, and the smell of burning filled the air.

Boom!

The next moment, a dazzling beam of light penetrated the sky, and the aftermath spread outward, instantly annihilating the clouds, and a huge concentric circle appeared at the center of the explosion.

At this stage, the parallel Aizen, under the accelerated development of many external conditions, has reached the limit of an ordinary Shinigami.

Even the broken chanting can show the power that is not inferior to the Shinigami captain chanting the Kidō with all his strength, and even slightly exceeds it.

However, even with such a powerful attack, when the smoke and dust dissipated and the aftermath of the explosion disappeared, it failed to leave the slightest trace on the two people.

It was just a layer of spiritual pressure protection that was so common that even the students of the Shingeki Academy could master it, and it blocked the thunder roar cannon.

Seeing this scene, the other Shinigami or Arrancar who were still awake showed shocked expressions.

I thought Aizen was invincible, but I didn't expect someone to be more brave than him.

The opponent is also Aizen, so it's okay.

For a while, everyone's expressions became a little subtle.

Judging from his performance, this Aizen, who was wearing a black Shinigami uniform and didn't even have the captain's haori, seemed to be a little stronger than the all-white Aizen.

They didn't know where the situation would develop.

But there was an inexplicable expectation in his heart.

If the two of them fought, who would be the final winner?

Looking at the unharmed Aizen, Parallel Aizen narrowed his eyes, and his expression gradually became solemn.

He knew very well the power of the previous Hado. If it were any other Shinigami captain, he would have been lying down at this moment.

The opponent is very strong!

"Leave it to me here."

Aizen glanced at Ru Yueming who was eager to try, and dispelled his dangerous ideas in advance.

"I have some ideas that need to be verified."

Ru Yueming smacked his lips, with a look of pity.

"Stand still."

Under Parallel Aizen's somewhat vigilant eyes, Ru Yueming turned his head downwards, left the sky directly, and flew towards the others.

Aizen looked at "himself" calmly and smiled:

"It's just the two of us left now."

"You must be confused, don't worry, there's still plenty of time, we can slowly discuss and study."

…………

Yamamoto Shigekuni frowned at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him, subconsciously clenched his right fist, and his spiritual pressure was brewing, ready to go.

He was sure that he had never seen the other party.

But for some reason, he should have been alert, but when he saw the other party, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

It was as if when the person in front of him appeared, there was nothing to worry about.

"Old man Yama, you are still as irritable as ever."

Ru Yueming came to the huge deep pit blasted out by a knife cremation, and reached out to help Yamamoto up on the ground.

Looking at the miserable appearance of the familiar old man, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

Although he knew that Yamamoto in front of him had nothing to do with him, Ru Yueming, as a disciple, still felt a little distressed.

Kyoraku is incompetent and Urahara is cowardly, which leads to the thousand-year-old old man to come out and fight on the front line.

Aizen is not a man of martial ethics, and he cheats and attacks, so Yamamoto has to fight in this way of mutual destruction.

As a result, not only is Aizen fine, but he evolves to the next stage with the blessing of the Hogyoku.

On the other hand, Yamamoto was not only burned to charcoal, but also had an arm broken.

Looking at the young man who was supporting him, Yamamoto felt a little awkward. They were strangers, but the other party acted like a wicked disciple of Kyoraku.

He wanted to break free from the other party's hand, but the guy's hand was surprisingly strong.

No matter how he struggled, he couldn't get rid of it.

"People have to learn to accept old age, and they can't not accept old age."

Ru Yueming persuaded, "For an old man like you, it's better to be content with the explosion of gold coins. Why do you have to worry so much?"

"Teacher?" Yamamoto was stunned.

But then, something even more unexpected happened.

Emerald green light shone in the young man's hand, enveloping him in an instant.

The next moment, the charred cracks on the skin faded quickly, and even the broken arm began to grow buds, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yamamoto widened his eyes, and a shocked expression appeared on his old face.

Although he was not good at Kaido, he also knew a thing or two.

At present, the upper limit of Kaido in Soul Society is Unohana Retsu, but even if Unohana Retsu came, some auxiliary means would be needed to treat the rebirth of a broken arm.

So here comes the question.

Can Unohana Retsu restore the arm sacrificed to release the One-Sword Crimson?

As a taboo ghost way in the high-level Broken Way, One-Sword Crimson sacrifices not only the body, but also the corresponding soul part of the body.

That's why its power is terrifying enough.

However, what even Unohana Retsu couldn't do was easily done by the young man in front of him.

Is this some kind of special ability?

Or...

"Who are you?"

Yamamoto felt his body regaining strength, looked at the person in front of him in confusion, and asked with a frown.

The strange way of appearance, the friendly name, and the powerful ability all revealed the mystery of the other party.

If it were in the past, he might have been on guard.

But the throbbing from deep in his heart made him have an inexplicable trust in him.

It was as if he had known the other party for a long time.

"Let me introduce myself first, I'm Kisaragi Akira."

Kisaragi Akira looked at the fully recovered Yamamoto and grinned with satisfaction:

"Teacher, I wonder if you have heard of the concept of parallel worlds..."

…………

"Hado No. 90: Black Coffin."

Twisted lines appeared around Aizen, and the black torrent continued to extend like a stack of Rubik's Cubes, sealing it in an instant.

The violent spiritual pressure exploded wantonly, forming a gravity flow like a distortion of time and space, bursting inside the long coffin, and a dull explosion sounded.

More than ten seconds later, the black coffin faded, and Aizen's figure appeared.

Still as unscathed as when he first appeared, even the corners of his clothes were not wrinkled at all.

Seeing this scene, Parallel Aizen frowned deeply, and a trace of uneasiness grew in his heart, like a seed buried in the soil.

Without any hesitation, he raised the Zanpakutō in his hand, rushed to Aizen in an instant, and swung the sword straight down.

Since the ghost way is ineffective, let's try close combat.

There is no omnipotent person in this world. Since he is a human, he must have flaws.

Seeing that the opponent changed his attack method, Aizen's eyes flashed with interest, and he condensed a spirit blade and went straight to meet it.

In a flash, the two sides fought dozens of rounds.

Parallel Aizen was getting more and more frightened as he fought. The opponent was like an unfathomable sea. No matter how he burst out his strength, he could not make it fluctuate.

The only thing to be thankful for was that the powerful force seemed to have blinded his mind.

Underestimating the enemy will be the key to your defeat!

The blades collided, making a clanging sound and sparks flying.

Both sides retreated at the same time, and a visible air wave burst out at the center, opening the ruins again.

Parallel Aizen stood in place, with the blade in his hand drooping, the tip of the blade pointing directly to the ground, looking calmly ahead, and said lightly:

"It's time to end."

"You will pay the price for your underestimation of the enemy."

He raised his right hand, and the blue-purple light brewed at his fingertips. The light beam like a virtual flash penetrated the blue sky and rushed straight towards Aizen.

However, this must-win attack was blocked by a spirit blade, and the blade light burst out, cutting the light beam into a smooth crack.

Aizen raised his lips slightly as he saw the other party's stunned expression: "When did you get the illusion that I was under the spell of a mirage?"