Finely sand and dust rose with the wind, drifting like mist on the outside of the high walls of the Void Night Palace.

It is hard to imagine that this huge palace, with its symbols of order and organization, stands in the midst of an imaginary circle of chaos and destruction written everywhere, giving people a very harmonious and natural feeling.

The insect-shaped void the thickness of the thumb emerged from the gray-white sand, and its body kept writhing, greedily devouring the wisps of spirit in the air that were out of place with the void.

Suddenly, a thin beam of light shot out from the surface of the high white wall.

The worm-like form stopped eating, staring motionlessly at the near-materialized light overhead.

But before its thin consciousness could figure out what was happening, a sudden burst of dazzling white light turned its body into dust in an instant.

Boom —————!!!

Ultra-dense spiritual pressure poured out from the inside of the high wall, and a violent wind pressure followed closely behind it to disperse the sand and dust floating outside the high wall.

Like a punctured balloon, a white figure tumbled rapidly in the air with an indescribable shockwave, and lasted for a while before slamming heavily to the ground.

The dust raised was blown away by the violent spiritual pressure, revealing the slightly embarrassed figure of the blue dye in it.

"Four Fengyuan Yan San..."

A deep voice came from under Aizen's covered face.

As he muttered to himself, a huge slanting wound on Aizen's body from his shoulders to his ribs quickly closed, and after a single breath, the traces of injury were completely erased.

Raising his head, his blue-dyed black eyes stared in the direction of the Void Night Palace.

The sound of steady footsteps directly drowned out all the noise around him, and it came clearly into his ears.

Yan San held a short knife in one hand and calmly walked out of the blasted high wall.

"Heh, the tortoise shell is quite hard. ”

With teasing words, Yan San looked at Lan Zhan who was kneeling on one knee calmly.

"It's a pity that this look is a bit inconsistent with what you said, and it's as ridiculous as your plan to have people attack the Soul Court. ”

Gently patting the sand off his knees, Aizen stood up with a knife, and in the face of Yan San's taunt, he responded lightly.

"Don't worry, my evolution has just begun, and it won't be long before you can't put on this calm look. And... It's not just the Slashing Sword and the Great Void that can make the Ling Court chaotic..."

Hearing this, Yan San's face sank slightly.

Sure enough, even if he had already defected, there were still chess pieces buried by Aizen in the Spirit Court.

Suppressing the dullness in his heart a little, Yan San looked at Lan Zhan and asked tentatively: "Now, Lan Zhan, why did you specially divide your troops to attack the Ling Ling Court, it shouldn't be the reason to consume the combat power of the thirteen teams of the Guardian Court." ”

It seemed that he didn't expect Yan San to ask this question, and after a pause, Lan Ran chuckled lightly and replied directly.

"Heh, it's okay to tell you now, I just want to try, if the Soul Court is destroyed, will Team Zero come down from above to clean up the mess. ”

Speaking of which, Yan San also knew Aizen's thoughts.

"You're really... It's so self-confident that it's annoying..."

As soon as the words fell, Yan San's figure disappeared in an instant.

There was not the slightest trace in his sight, and no sound flowed into his ears, but in the perceptual network extended by the spiritual pressure, Lan Zhan clearly saw Yan San rushing straight in front of him at an extremely fast speed, and the arm holding the slashing knife was thrown towards him from the bottom up like a whip.

Everything happens in an instant.

Even if it was Aizen, he could only raise the slashing knife in front of him, and in the next second, Yan San's attack directly knocked him out.

The figure reappeared, Yan San stood in the position where Aizen had just been, raised his empty arm, and followed up with a broken path that broke the chant.

"Eighty-eight of the Broken Road, [Flying Dragon Strikes Thieves, Shocking Thunder Cannon]. ”

The surging spiritual pressure turned into plasma and formed a beam cannon-like attack, catching up with Aizen not long after he flew out.

It's just that in the face of this oncoming ghost path, Aizen didn't make a defensive move, but let the attack hit his body straight.

"It's been in vain, and now, it's not even necessary to dodge with this level of breaking the path..."

Boom ————!

Eating this hair in the front, under the smoke and dust, although Aizen's body was unscathed, he was a little confused about Yan San's intentions.

But soon, Yan San's next attack gave him an answer.

With his palms pressed on the sand, Yan San looked at the blue-dyed blurred figure in mid-air, and his eyes drooped: "[Projection]." ”

Suddenly, the immeasurable spiritual pressure turned into a monstrous wave and roared out in all directions.

Aizen looked down, and saw that in the area where Yan San's spiritual pressure had spread, the gray-white sand had all turned into fiery red magma, as if a bucket full of red paint had been poured on a white canvas.

The body's instinctive warning made Aizen realize that the magma was not as simple as it seemed.

The temperature rose sharply, distorting the light around it.

The location where Yan San was located directly turned into the eye of the wind, and the spirit son poured into it rapidly, forming a visible spirit storm with the naked eye.

At this moment, the dazzling red light seemed to engulf the entire imaginary circle, and even the clear moonlight was dyed red.

All kinds of changes are seen in the eyes of Aizen.

Just as he was thinking about what kind of way Yan San would take to attack, in the next second, a sudden force and body pulled Aizen out.

When he came to his senses, he found himself standing in the middle of the magma pool.

And Yan San was half-squatting in the air, his hands were together, and the spiritual pressure in his body was like a river rushing and emitting a terrifying roar.

"It's... Ghost Dao Forbidden Technique, [Space Transfer]!"

In a flash, Aizen immediately guessed the cause of the change in front of him, but that's all.

The next moment, the scorching magma seemed to be controlled by a pair of invisible hands, and the rushing wave flooded his body in an instant.

The pain of devouring bones came to his mind, and even Aizen couldn't help but be in a trance for a moment, until the broken jade on his chest injected a special spiritual pressure into his body, allowing Aizen to recover his spirit in time.

'It's in... Eating my spiritual pressure is like a living thing. ’

Feeling the rapid drop in the spiritual pressure in his body, Aizen began to analyze the information for the first time, while experiencing the changes that Bangyu brought to him again.

..........

On the other side, Yan San fell from mid-air, watching the giant tornado of the infernal magma he had created, like a black hole, sweeping away all the surrounding large areas of spirit sons.

This devouring property is the deadliest poison for spirits.

So normally, falling into this magma pool without preparation can basically declare the death of a spirit.

However, there are always people who exist to break common sense.

A blue-white flame abruptly ignited in the middle of the magma tornado.

At first, there was only a small spark, and then, as if after getting used to it, it turned upside down and ignited the infernal magma in an instant.

There was a pillar of light reflecting in the pupils of his eyes, and Yan San didn't show the slightest emotion on his face, just spit out lightly.

"It's good, I'm finally able to let go. ”

(To be continued.) ）

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