"Isn't it, but it really did?" Kyoraku Harusui sat in an open space, holding a wine glass in his hand and hanging in the air, trembling at the sound of the alarm that suddenly came to mind. "Ukitake hasn't come yet, and you're moving too fast, aren't you?"

In front of Jingle Chunshui stood a Chosen One, and the other party took off his hood in annoyance, "I said that it looks stupid like this, but no one listened." He rubbed his face, which was already a little numb, "But then again, this is the first time I've been to this kind of place, and it looks like I've traveled through history." The other party looked left and right, and it seemed that there was no Jingle Spring Water in his eyes at all.

"Heh," Kyoraku Harusui reached out and stopped Ise Nanao, who was about to step forward, "Let's talk about what you people want to do. Is it worth it to work tirelessly for a city of absurd words, even to the point of risking your own life?"

The other man yawned, "If you haven't seen the City of Wild Words, you won't understand the beauty of it."

"Captain of the Beijing Band, they have been bewitched by the City of Wild Words." Tezuka suddenly spoke, "Please kill these Chosen as many as possible, I don't want me to see reality in one ......."

"Okay, okay, that's what I listen to." Jingle Chunshui got up and shook the robe on his body, "I thought they would come to me at night, but it was rare to set up a table of wine, but I didn't even come to the floating bamboo."

The other party watched Jingle Chunshui get up, but there was no trace of panic on his face, "What, are you ready to do it?" It's a bit of a headache, and Hayami-sama said, "If you encounter resistance, kill them all," but what if I don't have that ability?"

Tezuka was shocked, in another reality, Hayami's order was just to suppress the Corpse Soul Realm. It seems that he really sensed that the reality was rejected by Inoue Orihime, and ...... Tezuka noticed a flash of cyan in the other party's eyes, it was Tsukishima's ability, and their fate was also changed.

"That's no way around, who told you to stand here." Jingle Chunshui naturally couldn't think about it so much, "Before you start fighting, let's introduce yourself first, so that you don't know how you died for a while."

"That's right." The other party scratched at the messy hair, "My name is Hyamohiko Omi, and I'm a soul destroyer. Come to think of it, the title given by Lord Hayami is the Hanged Man, and the corresponding ability is sacrifice." He scratched his ears and thought for a moment before he said what he called himself in the City of Wild Words.

"Captain of the Thirteenth Team of the Guardian Court and the Eighth Team, Jingle Chunshui." The sound of the blade unsheathed sounded on Jingle Chunshui's body, and he held two slashing knives of different lengths on the left and right, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

Omi Baihiko's expression was a little annoyed, "I said that my ability is not for fighting, or pushing me to the Corpse Soul Realm, although the scene here is quite good......" Before he finished speaking, a blade pierced his chest, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

"I'm sorry, I can't listen to complaints here." Kyoraku Harusui tilted his head slightly behind Omi Hyamohiko and pulled out the blade inserted in his chest.

"Although the scene here is still good...... it seems to be a shaking god, and Kyoraku Harusui is standing opposite Omi Momohiko again, and the other party is still talking endlessly. But it's a bit difficult for me to face a captain like you as soon as I come up."

Jing Le Chunshui looked at the blade in his hand with confusion, it should be covered with blood.

"What did you do?" Jingle Chunshui had a feeling that he had obviously killed this Chosen One, but he was standing in front of him intact, and the contempt in his eyes made people very uncomfortable.

"It's not good to interrupt someone." Hyamohiko Omi clasped his hands in front of his chest, "As the captain, you don't even know these etiquettes."

"Captain!" Ise Nanao took a step forward, and the Eight Mirror Sword in her hand kept trembling, "The Eight Mirror Sword reacts to him, and he has the power of a god in him."

The power of the gods...... Tezuka was thinking about it. In addition to his own abilities, the Omi Momohiko in front of him is obviously blessed by the abilities of Aracea City and Tsukishima, could it be that the power of the gods refers to the ability of the Akami Phantom Division?

"Agent Tezuka, did you just see something?" Jingle Chunshui didn't attack again, and the other party was obviously not as weak as it seemed. "I should have done it just now."

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No, you've always stood here in my eyes," Tezuka replied truthfully, and it seemed to him that it was.

"Looks like you're aware of it," Momohiko Omi slapped his slap twice in meaning, "My ability to go back in time."

"What?" Jingle Spring Water is very unexpected.

Hyamohiko Omi spread his hands, satisfied with his expression, "Don't be surprised yet. Time may be invisible or intangible in your eyes, but in short, it is just a statement." With a smile on his face, he seemed to have won the battle, "But with me, time is a thread. You killed me, that's a timeline, and as long as I cut this timeline, there will be no reality where I was killed by you. If I die at your hands, time will go back to the previous point."

Kyoraku Harusui understood Omi Momohiko's explanation, "This is the first time I've heard of this ability." He sighed and raised his sword, "Since you said it all, then it doesn't make sense for me to hide it. Why don't you play a play with me?"

"Huh?" Hyamohiko Omi didn't understand much about the meaning of Kyoraku Harusui.

"The flower wind is chaotic, the flower god is crying, the sky is chaotic, the heavenly demon is sneering, and the flower is crazy!" With the chanting of Jingle Chunshui, the two knives in his hand turned into two broad knives, one large and one small, with a circular groove on the back of the knife, and the whole body was pitch black, only the blade flashed with a cold cold light.

"Yes, yes." Hyakhiko Omi pretended to exclaim, "But what are you going to do, obviously none of this ...... me" Before he could finish his sentence, a sharp blade pierced his chest again.

"Acting in a play, didn't I say it all." Behind Hyakhiko Omi, in his shadow, there was a knife that pierced Hyamohiko Omi's chest. At the same time, the figure of Jingle Chunshui gradually stood up from his shadow, "Shadow Ghost." Omi Momohiko's body suddenly stabbed out several pitch-black needle-like objects, hanging his whole body in the air.

Omi Momohiko touched his cheeks a little helplessly, and looked at the Kyoraku Harusui in front of him, "I said Captain Death, can you understand what I said?" None of this will work for me......

He was only halfway through his sentence when he was stopped by the blade that pierced his chest again.

"Bastard, don't deceive people too much!" Omi Baihiko roared loudly, and several bone spurs were pierced from his body.

"This is the ......" Ise Nanao's eyes widened on the side, and the Chosen One in front of him was blurring. But his blur was different from what he had been exposed to before, and he even changed his appearance.

Jingle Chunshui raised an eyebrow, "I knew it wasn't that simple. Listen to you, you want my life, and the time to turn around alone will not kill me. With this ability still hidden, you're too boring to take me seriously, right?"

"I just wanted to have more fun with you," Momohiko Omi's body became unusually large at this time, and several bony spikes bulged out of his back like a hedgehog, and the fragments of his trench coat were hanging back and forth on it. At the same time, his hands and feet were also covered with a thick layer of white bone armor, and the black hole on his chest was emitting a trace of oozing black gas.

"You're not at night, I'm not in the mood to play with you." A hat suddenly obscured Hyakohiko Omi's vision, followed by two blades that pierced the hat and attacked Hyamohiko Omi.