After explaining everything, Su Feng still felt a little uneasy in his heart.

In his opinion, the turbulent crisis of hell is far more ferocious than that of Aizen Sosuke and Yuhabach.

For the first two, at least he knows a certain amount of information.

However, the understanding of hell is limited to the accounts of the prison criminals and the chronicles of the Tsunayo family.

And the content is also pitiful.

More importantly, the Three Realms are still under the will of the Spirit King, while Hell is more like a zone of three nostalgies.

All those who have committed serious sins, or beings above the third class of spiritual power, will fall into that hell after death.

From the opening of the Three Realms by the Spirit King to the present, it has a history of millions of years.

How many sinners are among them, and how many dead people are above the third-class spiritual power, I'm afraid that even the first guard of the main army department doesn't know, right?

Aizen Sosuke and Yuhabach's purpose is very clear.

The former is dissatisfied with the existing system in the Corpse Soul Realm, dissatisfied with the inaction of the Spirit King, and tries to sit on the throne above the sky as a god.

The latter is because he is afraid of death, and hopes that the world will return to a state of chaos, so that the three separate realms will merge into one again, and fall into a world where there is no life and death, neither progress nor retreat.

But the existence of hell is more like a scale.

The Three Realms are here, and Hell is there.

If the balance is stable, then everything is well said.

But once the balance is broken, what will become of the world, Sufeng can't even guess.

Because of the lack of information about hell.

"Sure enough, there is still a limit to the power of an individual."

Su Feng sighed, turned around and left the Jiuban team building, preparing to go to the Technology Development Bureau again.

As for hell, it is not enough for the prison criminals to take care of it.

If science can provide some convenience, tracing can also save a lot of worry.

Just as he was thinking about walking down the street, a little black liquid inexplicably appeared in the silent air, floating in mid-air like bubbles, gradually filling the entire street.

The black liquid was stacked and squeezed, like countless fish eggs, filling the front, the sky, and the ground.

"It's ......"

Su Feng stopped and frowned, staring at the black liquid covering the sky dome, Rao has the spiritual pressure of the transcendent, and the affinity of the spirit son is far beyond that of the ordinary captain of the god of death, but he can't distinguish the specific structure in this black liquid.

It's like a being that is completely beyond cognition.

"Phosphorus."

At the end of the street, a majestic overlapping sound echoed, and the black liquid floated to the sides, revealing the passageway.

As the footsteps approached, Su Feng also saw the appearance of the person who came.

The burly and muscular body was draped in a wide white and red feather, and the smooth head was adorned with round glasses, and the part that should have been lips was replaced by a ring of golden teeth, and the appearance was terrifying.

Through the inner lining of the Death Tyrant suit, the rock-like muscles are faintly visible, and at the waist and hem of the suit, several black chains are entangled, which highlights a somewhat strange posture.

A black liquid lingered around its body, as if it existed because of him.

The moment he saw this person, Su Feng dared to vouch for Yamamoto Motoyanagisai's bald head, he had never seen this person in the Thirteenth Team of the Imperial Court.

"Are you the old man's successor?"

The golden teeth on the outside opened, and the hideous blood red flashed in the mouth, "It's so weak that it is extremely weak, can this look really protect the corpse soul realm?" ”

"Heir? Guarding the Corpse Soul Realm? ”

Su Feng frowned, "Are you Jiumian Jing Yantie?" The captain of the ninth team of the first Guardian Thirteen Team? ”

"Goha, the old man knows that this name will be remembered by future generations, and the rolling rolling of the wheel of history cannot cover up the old man's great achievements."

The glasses on the bridge of his nose reflected a strange light, and the golden teeth on the outside became brighter and brighter:

"The old man has always wanted to meet the current captain of the Jiuban team."

"Report your name, junior, I will give you a decent death!"

As he spoke, he pulled out the cold-glowing sword from the black chains around his waist.

Unlike the standard knives in the cognition, the slashing knife in his hand does not have a blade on it, and the whole body is black.

It's not so much a knife as a blade.

The surging spiritual pressure erupted, as if the sea water poured in, the sky collapsed, and the majestic pressure fell on the streets.

All of a sudden, the dust swept through the streets, and the dust was crowded by the churning black liquid, and the air was discharged in both directions, like a herd of cattle galloping by.

"The dead who have fallen into hell still have such strength."

As if he couldn't sense the pressure on his body, Tairuo naturally commented, "I'm curious about how you escaped from hell and what your purpose was in the world of the living. ”

"But by the looks of your face, you seem to be a hard stubble."

"I have also heard of the reputation of the thirteenth team of the original court protectors."

"In the name of protecting the court, it is a veritable killer group."

"You shouldn't have told me the answer just by asking, so ......"

Under the shocked gaze of Hisakai Yantetsu, Sufeng faded away the captain Haori on the outer lining and the death overlord suit on the inside, revealing a strong and perfect body in the sunlight.

"I'll take you down with my own hands, and then I'll force you to get the answer you want."

"Gooha!"

Hisame Smoke Iron let out a wild laugh, and the golden teeth on the exterior and the blood red in his mouth looked particularly terrifying, like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Let's wait and see!"

"Smash everything, monk!"

The black spiritual pressure poured down, turning into a burning cold flame, engulfing the slashing knife in the hand of Hisakai Yantie.

In an instant, the light shone brightly, and the strange blade in the smoke iron of the long face well turned into a long, bladeless, well-edged mace!

Without the slightest hesitation or hesitation, at the moment of completing the initial solution, Jiumian Jing Yantie came from the monk in his hand, and the muscles on his thick arms erupted, turning into pieces of iron and stone with metallic colors, and the Taoist scene was revealed on it like a small snake, wriggling and twisting.

"The ability of the monk is very pure, that is, to amplify his own power."

"When the old man was fighting with the exterminators, he smashed to death countless exterminators who were proud of their static blood defense!"

The moment the shovel fell, a sense of colossal power came to his face, as if a mountain peak was falling towards him, and endless pressure fell on his body.

There are no bells and whistles, just endless power!

Under the round glasses, countless bloodshots gushed out of the pupils of Hisabi Imoto, directly occupying the entire pupil, and madness appeared in it.

He seemed to see the scene of the junior's brain bursting in front of him.

Although it is tragic, it is inexplicably a pleasure!

Death is not the end, but the beginning of a new journey!

Hell is the destination of all living beings!

Bang!

The majestic waves of air rushed down, and the ground cracked into countless hideous cracks, and the wind swept wide, making the nearby team houses tremble.

Waves of white air exploded on both sides, knocking down the walls next to the street, attracting the attention of the Reaper soldiers.

It's not far from the Kuban team house.

When the dust in front of him cleared, the madness in the pupils of the long face well came to an abrupt end, replaced by an unconcealable shock.

The imaginary scene of brain splattering did not appear.

The iron mace of the monk who he poured endless strength into was actually held in the hands of a seemingly "thin" junior Death.

"How...... Probably ......"

If Su Feng dealt with it by other means, whether it was the Ghost Dao or the Slashing Sword, he would not be the slightest surprised.

But on the contrary.

The method used by Sufeng happened to be the area in which he was best at Jiu Mian Jing Yantie.

Strength!

Could it be that the latecomers already have someone who is above them in the realm of power?

Thinking of this possibility, Jiumian Jingyantie's breathing suddenly became a little faster, and his ugly face was also a little more hideous.

"It must be a coincidence!"

In a fit of rage, the chains wrapped around his waist burst out like tentacles, heading straight for the Wind Rush.

"It's really ......"

A hint of disappointment flashed in Su Feng's eyes, "A simple attack method to a certain limit." ”

Waves of white air like train steam suddenly exploded on his shoulders, and the majestic ghost spirit pressed against his back and raged and surging violently.

At the moment when the chain attack came, Su Feng shot out with a plain straight punch, and immediately landed on the abdominal cavity of the Jiumian Jing Yantie.

Boom!

Suddenly, the burly and muscular body suddenly slumped down, and the feather weave behind him cracked a fist-sized hole with a snort, and the golden teeth instinctively stretched out, and gastric juice mixed with blood spurted out of the blood-red mouth.

The visible sonic impact spread out instantly, and the black liquid floating around it was suddenly pushed into the sky, like a dark cloud hanging over the street.

Jiumian Jing Yantie's brain immediately went blank, and the sharp pain in his abdominal cavity almost swallowed up all his reason.

For a thousand years, even in the countless hells of the strong, he has never encountered an existence stronger than him in terms of strength.

I thought that this time I smuggled back into the corpse soul realm, I could directly kill the Quartet and experience the pleasure of blood again.

Unexpectedly, the first encounter with Captain Reaper was so terrifying.

The black chains hung weakly, and the right arm of the wind was hooked forward, and the burly body on the fist bone flew towards the end of the street, like a meteorite falling, and fell fiercely into a building.

Immediately, the walls collapsed, the air flowed over, and the smoke and dust burst into the sky, and the floor of an entire street was completely destroyed.

Looking at the smoke and dust rising into the sky, Su Feng couldn't help but sigh, when he was in this situation, it was almost impossible to fight heartily.

Only this kind of fist-to-flesh fight can I get back some of the feelings of the past.

The previous Tenbei Shusuke didn't make him happy, but I hope this "dead" who has returned from hell can bring him enough surprises.

The nearby soldiers had already gathered, standing in the distance and watching the terrible battle that would destroy the entire street in an instant, their hearts trembling at the same time, but also their blood welling up in their hearts, bringing unprecedented excitement.

On weekdays, it's rare to see captain-level battles, let alone the best of captains like Su Feng.

You must know that since the rebellion of Aizen Yousuke into the Corpse Soul Realm, it has been rumored in the Ling Court that Tsunaya Dynasty Sufeng has replaced the title of the strongest god of death.

The veracity of this rumor has yet to be verified, but the captains have never come forward to deny it, which also makes the team members more and more convinced.

Especially the Grim Reaper of the Kuban Team who belongs to the Wind Trail.

In the ruins, Hisakai felt as if he had been violently trampled by countless elephants, and countless bones in his chest were shattered, and the fragments of bones were deep in the flesh and blood, cutting the blood vessels and making him suffer a pain comparable to the punishment of hell.

Rage, rage like never before!

Even when he was betrayed by Yamamoto Motoyanagisai and burned his body with a flowing blade, he was never so angry.

Under the dust, the essence of the light erupted, and the majestic spiritual pressure was layered like data, covering the sky, and the entire jurisdiction of the Jiufan team was shrouded in darkness, and a heart-rending hoarse roar resounded in the sky:

"Swastika!"

"Gather and crush the great suffering!"

In the courtyard of the Ichiban team's house, Yamamoto Motoyanagisai looked gloomily at the direction of the Kuban team's jurisdiction.

Crimson flames burned above the hands that hung from their cuffs, the air around them twisted and the moisture evaporated dramatically.

The terrible heat continued to spread until it enveloped the entire courtyard.

At the moment when the Jiumian Jing Yan Tie Lingzhu appeared, he was aware of it, if it weren't for the fact that the object he chose to fight was Su Feng, he would have rushed to the jurisdiction of the Jiuban team as soon as possible.

"The ...... of the Dead Returning from Hell"

"Can't you rest in peace under the old man's knife, Jiumian Jing Yantie ......"

The faint sound sounded in the courtyard, drowning out the soft sound of falling leaves falling into the ground.

As the vision above the sky became more and more eye-catching, the vast spiritual pressure also gradually extended from the jurisdiction of the Jiufan Team to all corners of the Lingling Court.

The indescribable feeling of oppression covered everyone's heart, as if the air had been pulled away, and even breathing became difficult.

In the jurisdiction of the Jiufan team, countless team members looked at the apocalyptic scene that was close at hand in shock, and they couldn't understand why there was such a big movement.

In their impressions, the swastika of the captain of the left formation of Komamura was already amazing enough, but compared to the strange god of death on the battlefield at the moment, he was like a child and an adult.

The gap is too big to compare!

In the deafening roar, under the heavy and mighty cloud-like spiritual pressure, countless chains danced wildly, as if hanging the Jiumian Jingyan Iron in the sky.

In front of him, under the wave of the iron shovel, the majestic iron mountain that was enough to cover the entire team roared, and everywhere it passed, it withered and decayed, and all the visible and invisible were wiped out in the dust!

As for the source of inspiration for the first solution to the swastika, it is the third hell of the eight hot hells (monk gan, gathering and knocking, stacking), mainly because when the 98 poets designed the sword, many of them also referred to Buddhist classics, such as big dog Xiaobai, and many more.

This plot won't be written for too long, and if it's overdone, it's mainly a decisive battle with Aizen

(End of chapter)