Once upon a time, while still in Killian, Grimjo was a maverick and possessed a sense of individuality, becoming an alternative being among them.

Since then, he has devoured his own kind, devoured the great void, and did everything he did to satisfy the instinct of evolution.

Then, after encountering Xiao Long Kufang and other voids, Grimmjo learned about the relationship between the great voids for the first time, and at the same time recognized his own particularity.

Xiao Long had predicted that he would become Vastod, and that he would become the true king!

Grimjo was convinced of this.

Countless years passed, the number of Great Voids he devoured continued to increase, and his power continued to grow, and Vastod was no longer an unattainable existence.

And at this moment, the Void Night Palace re-emerged, and countless strange-shaped creatures walked out of it and began the process of conquering the Void Circle.

At the same time, the Void Realm was quietly established in the Void Circle, and similar creatures began the other half of their journey of conquest.

The strange thing is that the two forces are facing each other but staggered each other, as if there is some kind of tacit understanding.

But there is no doubt that the other great voids in the void circle have suffered because of this.

Either co-opted or used as food, as the god of death in front of him said, surrender and death, there is only one choice.

Grimmaw's sky-blue pupils glowed with haughty stubbornness.

Up to this point, he was still not afraid of death, even if the breath of despair had completely engulfed him, even if the bones of his whole body were creaking, and he let out an overwhelmed wail and sorrow.

"Oh?" Su Feng raised his eyebrows and said with a little surprise, "It seems that you have chosen the answer that you think is the right one." ”

Grimmjo was silent.

He wanted to say two cruel words, but the spiritual pressure that enveloped him was too terrifying, and his breathing was already very reluctant, let alone speaking.

"In that case, let's die."

As the words fell, Grimmacho's pupils shrank, and unspeakable despair completely covered him, like darkness eating away at his heart.

Until the last moment, he hadn't noticed the slightest change in the expression on the face of the god of death in front of him.

Killing an Achucas with the potential to be a king is like crushing an insignificant ant to the Grim Reaper.

At the moment when his breath of life began to dissipate, the figure of Shuangya Mole appeared beside Su Feng, his slightly frown symbolizing his uneven mood.

"Just kill each other?"

"Or else?"

"It's always a pity that this Yachucas has a lot of potential and has all the ingredients to become Vastod."

Hearing this, Su Feng smiled dumbly: "Mole City, you have changed." ”

Mole Chengshuang was also stunned, looking sideways at Su Feng beside him, not knowing the meaning of his words.

"Decades ago, when you came out of the Infernal Hell, you boasted that you were on a mission to complete the Grim Reaper."

"He did not hesitate to sacrifice all the souls of the Soul Street, and even the future hope of the real human race, just to annihilate all the emptiness in the world."

"But after decades of living in the void, you begin to pay attention to the void life."

Su Feng's words made Mole Chengshuang silent, and when he opened his mouth to defend himself:

"I'm just ......"

Halfway through the words, he swallowed it back hard.

There is no point in justifying, and whether it changes or not is not only visible to others, but also should be aware of it.

"Grimmjo isn't dead."

Su Feng stretched out his right hand, and the spiritual pressure light flashed in the palm of his hand, "To be precise, it's not dead yet." ”

"One of the essences of Yuanliu, Sleep."

Mole Chengshuang's eyes were scorching, and his gaze stayed on the palm of Su Feng's palm, and a strong light flashed in it, making him feel slightly dizzy.

"Based on the original foundation, I have developed a new move for this move."

Su Feng calmly explained, "Increase the spiritual pressure output, and condense the effect on the nerves. ”

"Any existence with a large gap in spiritual pressure will be instantly erased by this move, creating the illusion of death."

"Without external interference, this state will continue until the subject is completely dead, which is why Grimjo is not completely dead."

As he spoke, the Wind Tracing Spiritual Pressure erupted again, all acting on Grimmacho's tattered body.

Crunch –

There were a few more scalp-tingling cracking sounds, and Grimmjo woke up again in the agony, coughing up a large amount of blood, staining the new sand red again.

"I, I'm not dead?!"

A frightened and weak voice came from the mouth of the blood basin, and Grimmjo was shocked by the illusion of his death, and there was one more thing that he could not understand.

"No, it's dead."

Su Feng flickered indifferently, "It's just resurrected again." ”

Grimmacho has an impatient and brutal personality, and has no respect for the superiors, even in the face of the blue dye that originally gave him the power to break the face, it is often a yang and yin disobedience.

If it weren't for the large gap in individual strength, Su Feng suspected that this guy might fight back on the spot.

For this kind of guy, if you don't teach a lesson, you will surrender on the surface, and you will make some moths behind your back.

Hearing this, Grimmajo's heart chuckled, and the murderous leopard's face was distorted a little.

The previous "death" can be said to have left a lot of shadows in his heart, and if he comes back a few more times, even if he has an extremely tenacious heart, he can't bear it.

"I have always been very tolerant of geniuses."

A smile reappeared on Trace's face, but to Grimmajo, it was nothing more than a demonic grin.

"For a man like you, Achukas, who has the ability to become Vastod, I will symbolically give you a chance to repent."

"Is this the last time, surrender, or death?"

Grimmacho's body began to tremble, the spiritual pressure covering it began to increase again, the air gradually thickened, and gravity seemed to continue to rise.

The white sand sank again, and the pit was like an endless abyss, frantically devouring everything around it.

The familiar feeling came again, this time the despair turned into a large, invisible hand, closed in all directions, tightening over his heart.

As his breath froze, Grimjo realized once again that death was coming.

In his hazy consciousness, it seemed as if the gates of hell were wide open, countless hands covered his body, white bones shattered, flesh and blood were torn, dragging him into it little by little.

It's getting harder to breathe.

It was only then that Grimjo realized that he didn't seem as determined as he thought.

Finally, on the verge of death again, he made another choice.

"Surrender ......"

Su Feng boasts that he doesn't have the personality charm of Aizen, and he doesn't have so many fancy intestines.

But he must not be as lenient as Helibel and Nilou in his treatment of Achucas of Grimjo's character.

Creating an irresistible pressure is enough to make them obedient.

Strictly speaking, leopards also belong to the feline family.

It is only when the enemy is too strong to resist that it will let down its so-called vigilance.

After Grimjo surrendered, the remaining five Yachukas were much easier to deal with.

With a blank meal of old fists, you don't even need to trace the wind to do it, and the mole city can be easily handled.

Under the chaotic bombardment of the ghost road, in just a few seconds, Xiao Long and the others were refreshed their worldview again.

It turns out that the Grim Reaper is such a terrifying species!

Pulling out any one is enough to beat them in a fancy way, and they can pose in hundreds or thousands of poses at will.

The five big voids carried the unconscious Grimmajo, and under the command of Mole Castle Shuangya, they walked in the direction of the newly built research institute.

…………

Void Night Palace.

Corridors are surrounded by countless palaces.

The blue canopy of the sky is hung high, bringing a different kind of brilliance to the world that has been dark for a long time, and the small artificial sun is embedded in the canopy, releasing light and heat in this world.

The Void Night Palace has changed dramatically.

Based on a half-finished wishing machine and his own scientific research ability, Aizen Sosuke completed the creation of a new world with the assistance of Sal Apollo, and took an extremely crucial step on his path to godhood.

It's weird.

Aizen never had this level of creation in mind, and he had only one purpose in mind from beginning to end.

That's the throne in the sky.

For the new world of the Void Night Palace, whether it is an ordinary broken face or a ten-bladed level broken face, they are very satisfied.

Among the countless styles of palaces, you can always find something that suits you.

Even if you don't, Sal Apollo, who is in charge of the aftermath, can help you design a brand new palace.

The premise is that you have a fist that is hard enough for him to be patient.

In the research exclusive palace with a white body, Dongxian had purple hair on his head, his six eyes were open in unison, and there seemed to be characters in his all-black pupils.

This appearance is more and more like an old man who Su Feng knows.

At this time, Dongxian was staring seriously at the state of the two huge petri dishes in front of him, the viscous green liquid was constantly bubbling and gurgling.

A tall, slender figure loomed in the green fluid, crescent-shaped, slanted horns piercing the skull, golden lines crossed the cheeks.

Even in a state of deep sleep, that crazy temperament still overflows the surface, and even has a tendency to overflow the petri dish.

On the other side, there is a strange-looking body, the upper half of the body is a human, the lower half of the body is a peach-colored pumpkin-like ball, and hundreds of pupils are closed on its body, as if something is brewing.

"It's really hard enough, Dongxian senior."

A light Kyoto accent sounded in the palace, and a figure with short light purple hair and a white captain Haori lined with a death overlord suit walked out of the side door.

"You've been staring at this guy for two days and one night."

Ichimaru Silver leaned in front of the petri dish, and the blue color flashed in his slightly narrowed pupils, and an inexplicable meaning flowed through it.

"It's really terrifying, the dead only need a little soul and body to be resurrected."

"Is there anything else in this world that Captain Aizen can't do?"

Dongxian replied in a deep voice: "If you always maintain your loyalty to Lord Aizen, you will see a different scenery." ”

"Maybe the future you look forward to is also among them."

Hearing this, the corners of Ichimaru's mouth rose, and a fox-like smirk appeared on his face:

"Perhaps."

As the two were talking, the two figures in the petri dish silently opened their eyes.

The next moment, a viscous green liquid surged, and the spirit pressure that condensed into substance stirred in it, only to shatter the solid petri dish in an instant.

Noitra Gilga; Zomali Luru.

Scarlet light flashed in the pupils of the two, and in an instant, the spiritual pressure of the riot covered the entire palace.

Dong Xianyao's six eyes stared at the two figures that exuded a tyrannical aura, and his gaze became deeper and deeper.

At the same time, the smile on Ichimaru Gin's face became more and more fake, as if he was mocking something.

Resurrection of the dead?

Oh, it's ugly......

(End of chapter)