In a small pavilion on the side of the road, Ukitake Shishiro was drinking with Kyoraku Harusui.

"Seeing that you are preoccupied," Jingle Chunshui took a big sip from the wine bowl, "Still thinking about the night capital?"

Ukitake Shishiro nodded, then shook his head again, his expression was also very hesitant and helpless. Without further ado, he picked up the bowl in front of him and drank it down, then hammered his chest and coughed.

"You've been like this before, thinking about everything on your face," Jingle Chunshui sighed lightly, looking at the stream flowing by on the side, "Xiao Qixu, can you help me ......" Jingle Chunshui turned around and looked at his vice-captain with a expression.

"No," the vice-captain known as Nanao closed his eyes and refused Kyoraku Harusui's request without even waiting for him to finish.

"That's a pity," Jingle Chunshui lowered his hat, and the space not far away seemed to be torn apart, revealing a white light, and a figure stepped out of it.

"It's ......" Ukitake Shishiro stood up suddenly, and at the same time, an alarm sounded in the sky above the Corpse Soul Realm.

Jingle Chunshui poured wine into his wine bowl again, and didn't look at the Chosen One, "We've dealt with each other a few times, young man." There was no joy or sorrow on his face, "It's better to sit down and talk slowly about what you want, there's no need to fight and kill."

The figure in white took off his hood, it was Tsukishima Konji, but his face didn't have the smile he had when he first came here.

"I'm sorry, there's no turning back," Tsukishima didn't see any movement, except for a chilling blade in his hand under the hem of his trench coat.

"Wait, I remember your name was Tsukishima Konji, right," Ukitake stood up and stopped in front of Tsukishima, "I don't know what Yatsu said to you, but he's just a man who just treats fighting for fun, and it's certainly not what you think. There's still a chance to turn around now, and your friends won't want to see you like this......

A cold light forcibly stopped Ukitake's next persuasion.

"Please come back, Captain Kyoto, Captain Ukitake." Nanachi, the deputy captain of the Eighth Brigade, raised a strange-shaped knife in his hand with a cold face, blocking Tsukishima's attack.

"I'm so touched, Xiao Qixu," Kyoraku Harusui seemed to be excited by his vice-captain's move, "This is the first time you've stood up for me."

"No kidding, Kyoko Bandmaster." Qixu was not affected by Jingle Chunshui, she still looked directly at Tsukishima in front of her, "The Eight Mirror Sword sensed the power of the gods in his body."

Tsukishima squinted, and finally an expression appeared on his face, "That weapon of yours...... Why can't I see its fate?"

Qixu flipped through the weapon in his hand in half a circle, and the appearance of this slashing knife, known as the Eight Mirror Sword, was in the shape of a ruler, with several diamond-shaped mirrors on both sides of the blade, but the blade had no edge. Several blade spikes dragged along the hilt, and at the same time, a slight buzz came from the Eight Mirror Sword.

"God's power......" Kyoraku Harusui also put away his joking expression, "Yedu even likes things like 'God'."

"Where did this power come from in your weapon?" Qixu pointed at Tsukishima with the eight-mirror sword, and a solemn majesty emanated from the ruler-shaped weapon.

"Don't you all know who I am," Tsukishima's long knife slashed at the ground, "I'm the Chosen One, so I naturally have the power of God." There was a roar on the ground that was crossed by Tsukishima, and the ground under his feet suddenly bulged and split into several forks and stabbed obliquely at the few people in front of him.

"Wow, I don't know why these people like to act in this suit," a figure in white took off his hood and looked around in a corner, "Whew, this is really a spectacle, it feels like a thousand years ago," he jumped up and reached out to grab the eaves, as if he wanted to climb up to see the scenery from above.

"Hmm," he was trying to climb up as hard as he could, when a splash of blood suddenly splattered from his chest. His arms lost strength and fell straight to the ground.

Team Leader Broken Bee emerges from the shadows. "Hmph, I can't even detect the breath that is close at hand, such a person is also the Chosen One?" She didn't even look at the man who was still twitching at her feet, the slashing knife that had been unsheathed

He turned over half a circle of knife flowers in his hand and inserted them back into the scabbard.

"It's a spectacle," the figure in front of her, who had fallen to the ground, stood up at some point, as she seemed to take a few steps back into the shadows where she had been. "It feels like you've stepped back in time to a thousand years ago, isn't it, Sister Death?"

The other party turned his steps to face him, it was Omi Hyamohiko among the previous soul destroyers. At this time, he was wearing a white trench coat, and his face was very natural.

"What did you do?" Crusher Bee rests on the hilt of the knife behind him with one hand, ready to kill the opponent with a single blow.

"It's amazing, you can even detect my ability," Momohiko Omi grabbed the back of his head, "It's very difficult, I don't have any means of attack, and there is nothing I can do in the face of such a powerful surprise attack from my sister......" Before he finished speaking, another stream of blood gushed out from his neck, staining the ground in front of him red.

"Click," the sound of the blade returning to its sheath was very slight, but Momohiko Omi was still standing intact in front of the Broken Bee.

"You......" Shatterbee visibly sensed something was wrong.

Hyamohiko Omi touched his head in annoyance, "I said Sister Death, can you wait for me to finish speaking," he spread his hands, "Your attack is useless to me, my ability can rewind time from a few seconds to a few minutes ago, do you understand?"

"What did you say?" Shattered Bee didn't expect the other party to have such an ability.

Hyamohiko Omi covered his head and sighed, "Then don't do it yet, I'll introduce myself," he pointed to the hand that Broken Bee put behind him, "Don't do it, don't make a surprise attack on me again."

Seeing that Broken Bee didn't move, he let out a sigh, "My name is Hyamohiko Omi, I was a soul exterminator before, and my ability name is 'Interval Retreat'. Now I'm a member of the Chosen One, and they call me a bullshit "hangman," and the power of domination is sacrifice."

I saw that as soon as Omi Baiyan's words fell, a stream of blood suddenly rushed out of his heart and splashed on the wall on the side.

"You ......" he fell to the ground with a helpless expression, blood slowly pouring out of his wounds, staining the ground blood-red, reflecting the departing figure of the broken bee.

"Wait, wait," she stood in the shadow of the wall again as the Broken Bee blade returned to the sheath, and Omi Baihiko seemed to be scared and hurriedly waved his hand, "Can you talk well and don't do anything, the order of the Lord in the morning is only to drag you down, not to say that you want your life, there is no need for this."

"What did you do?" Brokenbee became more and more aware that something was wrong, and her face was puzzled, "I feel like you've died many times."

Momohiko Omi covered his face, "It's not all thanks to you, I'm going to reintroduce myself again." My name is Momohiko Omi and I'm ......."

This time he didn't finish the words in his mouth, and a blood suddenly flashed from his shoulder, and in Omi Baihiko's stunned gaze, one of his arms fell straight to the ground.

"Ahh

"Since I can't kill you, it's okay to restrict your movements." Shatterbee shook off the blood from the knife and inserted it back into its scabbard, making a ghostly gesture in his hand.

"I said, are you too deceitful!" Omi Baihiko roared, he pointed to the unusually ugly face of the broken bee in front of him, and with the other hand ripped off the trench coat he was wearing on his body, and it was obvious that under his collar, the edge of a circular black hole was slightly exposed.

"You ......" Broken Bee didn't know how to describe this feeling, it was clear that the other party should have died in front of him many times, but in the blink of an eye, the other party stood intact in front of him, as if none of that had happened.

"It's so infuriating, you have to listen to it." Omi Momohiko's voice became slow and low, "Okay, since you want to play, then I'll play with you." Several bone spurs pierced his clothes and bulged from Omi Momohiko's back, and he let out an earth-shattering roar as if he was going through something painful.

"Void Spirit Suppression...... Shatterbee suddenly understood that this Chosen One was definitely not as vulnerable as he imagined.