"You're the Chosen One?" Gengmu Kenpachi looked at the white-clothed man standing in the eleventh team house, and the alarm of the corpse soul realm sounded in his ears, "I thought I was going to look for you in person, but why did I wait for you to come to the door."

"I've come to the eleventh team, and you still want to get out alive?"

"Aren't you in a hurry to die, I'm afraid you don't have a bad head."

"You're in the right place, it's Team Eleven!" The Chosen One was already surrounded by circles of death, and they all had vicious expressions, as if they would slash the Chosen One to death in front of them in the next second.

Madara Kazukaku and Ayasegawa Yukina also stood beside Kenpachi Saragi, "It seems that the mad captain of the Twelve Team really sat down." Madara rubbed his bald head and was eager to try, "Captain, how about I play a striker first."

"Huh?" Kenpachi glanced at Madara, "You want to come?" Are you all right?"

Madara had a sword on his shoulder, and he smiled, "Of course. I've been waiting for these guys for the past few days, and I'm about to get sick."

Seeing this, Gengmu Kenpachi didn't say much, and sat down directly against the porch, the mottled blade of the sword standing in his arms, "If you want, then go up, let me see what you are capable of."

"Come on, little bald!" Kusaka Hachiryu ran out of the inner hall of the 11th team, and very obediently picked up the back of Kenpachi of Sakiba, "Don't lose."

"Oh, that's nature." Madara stood a few steps away from the Chosen One, and the Eleven Grim Reapers, all of the surrounding Elevens, took a few steps back to make way for a larger space. "Hey, hey, isn't it rude to cover your face like this. At the very least, I'll have to let me know who I'm beating. If you want to pretend to be cool, you're in the wrong place."

The other party still didn't move, but his body shook slightly.

"Tsk," Madara held the scabbard impatiently, "weren't you scared," he reluctantly stretched out his hand to signal the Grim Reaper around him to scatter to the side, "How is it now?"

"......" The other party seemed to be saying something, but the voice was very subtle.

Madara turned around and glanced at his captain, unable to do anything but frown and approach step by step, "If you don't speak, I'll have a headache. I've got to know who I'm beating, or I'm going to be too boring." As he spoke, he stopped in front of the other man, turned his head sideways and brought his ear closer to the other.

"Eat, eat, eat......" the Chosen One's mouth kept repeating a word, his tone empty and devoid of emotion.

A very strong foul smell emanated from the other party, as if he hadn't taken a bath since he was born.

"A corner!" Ayasegawa Yukin's voice suddenly sounded, and Madara also realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly dodged behind him, barely dodging the other party's sudden attack.

Under the other party's hood, there was an unusually terrifying countenance.

His face was a strange blue, shriveled and thin, the corners of one side of his mouth were grinning to the base of his ears, his eyes were gone, and his face was covered with peeled flesh. There was a bulging sarcoma on one side of the neck, and if you looked closely, you could tell the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and it was a face again. Even so, he still had a black piece of cloth hanging from his mouth. I saw that the other party chewed twice and swallowed it back into his stomach.

Madara froze for a moment, then looked at his cuff, where a torn chip was being made.

"Bastard!" Madara was obviously enraged, and with one hand, he drew his sword and slashed at the other party with a loud shout.

"Eat, eat!" Unbeknownst to the other party, there was no resistance, the whole body was split in two, and a piece of the body slid off the shoulder and fell to the ground. It is precisely because of this knife in the corner of Madara that the appearance under the other party's windbreaker is completely exposed in front of everyone's eyes.

The originally noisy courtyard of the 11th Brigade instantly became extremely quiet. The members of the 11th team, who were arrogant before, widened their eyes one by one, trying to see what this terrifying and inexplicable thing in front of them was.

The body of this Chosen One seems to be made up of all kinds of stumps and broken arms, and the chest under the trench coat is full of tumors

Different human faces, some staring at the front with godless eyes, some teeth kept colliding, making a terrifying "gurgling" sound, some dragged their tongues that had turned purple and let out unconscious moans, and some had broken eye sockets, red eyeballs hanging on one side of the face and swaying back and forth, and a silent cry came out of their mouths.

And his limbs are even more bizarre, one arm is mottled and a little mildew can be clearly seen. The other arm followed the body and fell to the ground, wrapped around it with several purple-red strips, and twitched in the process. A thigh is made up of a baby that has dried up, and it looks like it has dried. And one thigh is two wrapped arms like toys in the hands of a child, which exposes the stubble of white flowers, and the nails of one hand are covered with nail polish, which makes people sick and disgusting to look at.

"What are you......" Madara had never seen such a scene, and stood in place for a while.

"Eat, eat, eat!" The mouth on the other party's chest suddenly shouted, "It's so fragrant here, I want to eat, I'm so hungry!" Saying that, he turned his head and rushed into the nearby group of Grim Reapers.

In an instant, the Chosen One was like a sheep in the mouth of a tiger, and the only remaining one hand grabbed a Grim Reaper who had no time to escape and sent it to the mouth of his chest, even though the blood was splashed all over his body.

Suddenly, a sword light slashed, and the entire monster was almost split in two.

"What, this is the Chosen One of the Arctic City?" Jian Pachi stood in front of the other party, his expression was very indifferent, "That Akami Fantasy Division Bacheng is crazy, and he actually used such a thing to deal with the Corpse Soul Realm."

"It's delicious, it's delicious," even though the other party had been chopped up, it seemed that he still had signs of life, and all his faces were facing Kenpachi, "It's so fragrant, it's so fragrant!" Several strange roars mixed together, and the things on the ground that could no longer be called people, and what should be called pieces of flesh all bounced up and pounced on Kenpachi.

I didn't see any movement from Kenpachi, and the jumping piece of flesh was instantly cut into several pieces, and fell to the ground again.

"A corner!" Ayasegawa Yukini squeezed forward from the gods of death, saw the pieces of flesh all over the ground and covered his mouth to resist the urge to vomit, "Are you okay?"

"Of course I'm fine," Madara frowned, as the pieces of flesh were slowly gathering together in his eyes. That's right, even if it becomes this virtue, this Chosen One is still alive.

"What the hell is this......" Ayasegawa Yuki watched in amazement as the other party slowly gathered into a human form, and his body became more disgusting than before, as if it was an indescribable thing that had just been fished out of a stinky ditch.

"I smell your scent," the humanoid head hung to one side, one eye slowly opening in the center of its purple face, a faint hint of cyan in its pupils. "Be a part of me," a large mouth full of sharp teeth grew from the place of the forehead, and a long, slender pale tongue stuck out and licked the face.