"What was that just now? The spirit of Kashiwa Village is gone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" said the genius white-haired boy Hibanya Fuyushiro with a frown.

The lark still walked unhurriedly towards the central forty-sixth room, as if everything that was happening now had nothing to do with him.

"Aren't you worried at all, Captain Kashiwamura??? Captain Kashiwamura he!" Hibanya accelerated in front of the lark.

Although Hibanya looked like a teenager, the time of death was very long, but now it looked like the short and wrinkled eyes were like a little adult, which made the lark find it interesting at the time: "What can you do if you know? ”

Unable to refute or not knowing how to refute, Winter Shilang slowly lowered his head: "You're right!"

The lark smiled and patted him on the head, like a big brother next door, looking at least more human than he was when he was really young.

No matter what others think, anyway, Ribanya is very unhappy now, really unhappy, and I hate it when others treat me as a child, but looking at the tall figure of the lark in front of him, okay, he endured it. I don't know why, the closer I get to the location of the central forty-sixth room, the more I feel that things are not so simple, as if there is a pair of huge hands invisibly controlling every move of the corpse soul realm, maybe the enemy has already calculated everything in the central forty-sixth room waiting for him to fall into the trap, but all this is no longer carefully scrutinized, and the door of the central forty-sixth room is in front of you.

Whether it is dead or alive depends on what is inside the door, Winter Shilang looked at the majestic gate in front of him, swallowed nervously and spit, facing the situation of life and death, the hand pressed on the door did not move.

"Are you scared?" said the lark coldly.

"Who would be afraid!" "Winter Shilang took out the chopping knife in his hand and cut off the steel bar that sealed the gate, okay, Winter Shilang's character is too easy to be designed, but it's too late to say anything now, Winter Shilang looked at his hand and wanted to cry without tears, it's really just a good hand, if there is no problem inside, trespassing in the central forty-sixth room is a big crime.

The lark was much sharper than the Winter Lion, and it was a kick up the gate, and as the gate was fully opened, a familiar smell on the battlefield entered the nostrils.

"This smell is—the smell of blood, what is going on here?" As the supreme authority of the Silent Soul Court, this should be the safest place in the entire Corpse Soul Realm, why is there such a strong smell of blood? Winter Shilang couldn't help but feel afraid, if even this place can be filled with blood, then what place in the Corpse Soul Realm is safe, and who can dye the forty-sixth chamber with the color of blood under the noses of the Fourteenth Team of the Guardian Court, how terrible is that person.

At this time, the lark's face was calm, as if he had known this result earlier, and a momentary person had already marched towards the depths of the central forty-sixth room.

"Captain Lark, beware of traps!" I didn't expect Lark to rush in so quickly: "No way, it seems that Captain Lark is a little reckless this time, but now there is no way out, I can't leave Lark alone." The helpless Hibanya chased after him closely.

Room 46 is like a courtroom, when Winter Shilang entered, the lark was already waiting inside, but this is not the main thing, I am afraid of what will come All the staff of Room 46 fell into their seats, and the entire Room 46 is more like a slaughterhouse.

There is nothing to say about the matter at this point, Winter Shilang reached out and touched the blood stains on the table: "The blood stains have all dried up, and it looks like it has not been a day or two since the death of the deputy captain of Asanjing, and no one is allowed to enter here since the defeat of the deputy captain of the fighting Asanjing, so when was the person killed?"

"Come out! it's useless to hide it, that nasty smell of you reminds me of a person who makes me very unpleasant!" The lark leaned against the wall with his eyes closed as if talking to himself.

However, no one paid attention to him, the entire forty-sixth room was quiet, and the oppressive atmosphere made people involuntarily hold the hilt of the knife, and the eyes of the winter lion lang scanned the surroundings, since the enemy had set a trap here and waited for him, no matter what, someone would be here waiting for him to take the bait.

It was still quiet, without a sound.

With pale yellow hair and a malnourished head, Izuru Kira emerged from behind a pillar.

"One step further and I'll bite you to death, there's no need for weak herbivores to stay in this place!" The lark opened his eyes and glanced at him coldly, a vice-captain of the third team was not qualified to be eradicated by himself, and besides, he was just used as a gun.

"As far as the application of illusion is concerned, there is only one person who impresses me, and you are still far behind, at least you can't turn from virtual to real. The lark threw out his duckweed crutch, but after the duckweed crutch flew out, it looked extremely strange to float quietly in the air.

A burst of applause came, and slowly two figures appeared in the air - Ichimaru Silver and the director of the whole script, Aizen.

"It's really amazing! I'm impressed with you, you're the first person to see through Captain Aizen's illusion, do you have any tricks?" I really want to know!" I could see that Ichimaru Gin was applauding sincerely.

"I'm curious how you saw through my illusion, I haven't mentioned the ability of the Slashing Knife to anyone. The smile on Lan Zhan's face, with his glasses, the whole person looks very gentle and kind.

"It's not a big deal, I just know an illusionist who is even more clever than you!" The lark remembered his friend and foe, the man who had fought with him all his life, both an enemy and a comrade-in-arms, and the first guy to let himself taste what it means to be defeated.

The illusion of blue dyeing still stays at the level of dominating the five senses, and the six skeletons have reached the realm of turning from virtual to real very early, and it can also be said that they have made something out of nothing, reaching a realm above the illusion.

"I'd love to get to know the person you said, but are you thinking I'm too simplistic, do you think my strength depends on the Slashing Sword?"

"Then you think the person I'm talking about relies entirely on his own illusions. "In terms of scheming, in terms of physical arts, the six bones are not inferior to Ai Dye, because he was said by the illusionist Mammon to be the scum of the illusionist.