Reiwang Palace Omotesando.

"My sword is the name of the sword!"

The monk who said this appeared in front of Aizen again... Click!

The long black knife, which should have had nothing to urge, was easily broken by the monk's left hand.

Aizen, who had guessed after hearing the "name", immediately counterattacked, and the golden silk thread quickly stabbed at the monk.

"The way of the beginning, the way of the beginning!"

Buzzing... The wrinkled space froze the golden threads in place, and Aizen itself was briefly imprisoned.

The crimson spiritual pressure then skyrocketed, and the blue dye who broke free from the restraint tried to distance himself... The brush in the monk's hand came with a swing.

As a last resort, Aizen raised his left arm and took the blow hard... There was no pain, but the strength of the left hand began to drain rapidly.

"Alright... Your left hand is half gone, and it won't be that simple next time. The monk's mouth was wide open, and his smile was quite penetrating.

Poof... Aizen casually pulled his left arm down, and the golden-red spirit pressure turned into mist and appeared in its original position.

"This kind of hand, just change it." As he spoke, Aizen's left hand regenerated.

"It's ignorant." Pity appeared in the monk's eyes.

Aizen then frowned... There is no recovery in the strength of the left arm, and there is no point in regeneration.

"I'm slashing Aizen Sosuke's 'left arm', not a superficial thing like flesh."

"Really... So what about this? ”

A red mist filled with an ominous aura poured out, covering Aizen's left arm.

"It's hard to see how hell would choose you to inherit a new will." The monk's expression became solemn.

Hearing this, Aizen's expression was subtle: "It seems that you know a lot of things." ”

"Let's live."

The monk with a brush in hand once again appeared in front of Aizen... Black ink poured out of the tip of the knife.

Summoning the power of the Void, Aizen waved his hand and condensed a long knife with the red mist to complete a battle with it.

The red mist that could devour everything and the word that cut off all "names" actually canceled each other out at this moment.

"Is it the ultimate in darkness..."

"All darkness is under my control... Your strength is not worth mentioning! ”

The monk's eyes widened, and his movements began to be unrestrained... Turning into a mad monk, he danced with his brush and sent countless afterimages to attack the blue dye.

And Aizen didn't show any weakness, just using the long knife formed by the red mist to stop all his attacks.

After fighting for a while, the two separated at the same time... Aizen glanced at the red knife in his hand that had become half blackened: "It turns out that you are even more "evil" than me. ”

"My evil is only for you... Blue Dye Sowing Youjie, everything in this world is relative - really fighting, a white pen and a text. ”

After realizing that he could not rely on the power of the first solution alone to defeat the enemy, the monk liberated his last strength... The pitch-black spiritual pressure that fell from his body actually plunged the entire sky into darkness in just a moment.

"Then you can try to dye this endless resentment black, the first soldier of the main department!" Aizen with outstretched arms embraced the sky.

Hee-hee-hee...!

The whispers of the demons that laugh and cry reappear... The gates of hell opened with laughter, and endless red mist poured out.

"O you! I don't even have the consciousness to bear my share of sin... Dare to be a man!! ”

The roaring monk stared at the gates of hell, at the red mist—whoa!

The next moment, the monk used the sky as paper and painted with a pen... The pitch black that splashed out of the ink quickly swallowed the light and shrouded the red mist.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Aizen's mouth twitched... This monk is too "black".

"Aizen Sosuke, you have this realization... But you don't understand that?! It's good to put a good person, but you want to run to be a god! God is not such a superficial thing. ”

As if angered by the red mist that appeared, the angry monk looked hideous, and appeared in front of Aizen in the blink of an eye... The huge brush with black ink poured straight in.

Snort... There was a sound that seemed to be burning.

The red mist surrounding Aizen's body quickly surged towards the monk, but the other party's black blocked it.

"Black ants!"

Aizen, who lifted the weapon, looked even more gloomy... The monk who launched the attack actually formed the font "black ant" in front of him under repeated attacks.

Bang... Then the monk stretched out his fist and smashed Aizen's entire body to pieces.

But the gem that shimmered with blue-black light absorbed the red mist and once again constructed the indigo's body.

"Can't you be killed... Black Turtle! ”

The monk who pulled away wrote such a font in mid-air... Aizen, who had been resurrected under the collapse of jade and red mist, felt that his mind and body had become extremely slow.

Hum hum ~ After doing this, the monk changed his smile and hummed a ballad.

A few seconds later, it seemed that the prelude had passed, and the monk opened his mouth to compose: "Dusk, dark night, please come and take a trip~ meet and drink a bowl~ Drink this bowl of soul and fly." ”

The monk took out a large ceramic bowl out of nowhere, dripped the black ink into the bowl and drank it heroically.

"On the Huangquan Road, there are flowers, blooming as a companion~ Where is the delicacies, dyed black, divided into eight pieces, the flame of pitch black, smoked to black, enjoy the feast." The monks who sang here waved their brushes and painted with their hands and feet.

"After a full meal, the bones are full of bones, and a tombstone is erected to mourn the sorrow."

"Your Excellency is here, and it will be difficult to come back again. If you want to become a sacrifice, it is impossible - not to kill Tailing! "The monk who finished painting folded his hands... Syllable!

With the sound of clasped hands... Darkness has fallen.

Bang, jingle, bang... A large pitch-black temple suddenly appeared.

At the foot of Aizen, which was slowed down by the inscription "Black Turtle", a narrow wooden bridge leading to the temple appeared.

Da Da... As if being pushed, Aizen began to walk, and the red mist around him gradually assimilated into the darkness.

"In a hundred years, the Corpse Soul Realm will be built for you after a hundred nights... Mourn your tombstone group. The monk with his hands folded closed his eyes and whispered words in his mouth.

"Aizen Sou Yousuke... Descend into a pitch-black hell. ”

The monk who opened his eyes again, his eyelids were half-open, and his expression was strange... Aizen, on the other hand, had no ability to resist, so he entered the dark temple and disappeared.

The dark "night" then faded away, and the light of the sun once again shone on the monk's body... In this sky, where else is there any blue dyeing.

It's the hell in the sky... The two skeletons on it let out a painful scream as the door slowly closed.

The red mist, which was confined by the darkness, also quickly returned to the depths of hell.

The monk who raised his head narrowed his eyes and looked at the sun: "I can't see through, I can't see through it." ”

Retracting his gaze, he shook his head and walked into the distance... Passing through the word "seal", he took off into the air.