Countless eyes looked in the direction of the Spirit Gate, and the terrifying spirit pressure continued to permeate the Soul Street.

The feeling of suffocating oppression is almost driving people crazy.

The sky, which was still blue and clear, was now covered with a thick dark red color, as if countless viscous blood had accumulated on it.

The tyrannical, chaotic, and bloody aura permeated the court of the Spirit, destroying the will of the guards as if it were about to tear people's heads apart.

Rumble!!

Like a mighty mountain torrent suddenly bursting the embankment, like a vast ocean suddenly overturning, the resulting spiritual pressure swept the entire Lingling Court in a state of devastating and decaying.

The soldiers of the 11th Brigade guarding the vicinity of the Soul Gate looked at the sky in astonishment.

I saw huge heads appear above the city wall, they opened their bloody mouths, and black phosphorus gas covered the sky like a thick fog.

The terrifying spiritual pressure also weighed heavily on everyone's bodies, and for a while, a violent wind rolled up, and everyone's figures shook, and only by stabbing the slashing knife into the ground could they stabilize their bodies.

I've never seen such a terrible monster!

Even the Great Void of the Achukas level did not have this level of spiritual pressure.

Is this what the captains call the jailers of hell?!

The corner of Madara clenched the slashing sword, the crimson spirit pressure was surging and agitated, and the battle intent in his eyes was high.

As the god of death, behind him is the Lingting Court, and this time, he will definitely not take a step back!

Ayasegawa Yukin's expression was solemn, and he was not too belligerent, and he immediately sensed the horror of these huge monsters.

Spiritual pressure, comparable to captain-level spiritual pressure!

With the strength of more than ninety percent of the Reaper soldiers, it was not even enough to withstand the aftermath of the battle.

"All the troops retreat!"

As the commander of this area, Ayasegawa Yukina made the most correct command.

"The next battlefield is handed over to me and Madara Sanxi!"

The soldiers were relieved and retreated.

Among the eleven teams who are not good at ghosts, they rarely have the means to attack from a distance.

If they are really allowed to fight this kind of monster in close combat, the courage to die is a must.

can be born as a human being, how many are not afraid of death?

They are just belligerent, not fools.

Needless sacrifices are not advisable.

As the soldiers retreated, the spiritual pressure in the corner of the spotted eyes erupted again, and the crimson pillar of light shot straight into the sky, tearing a hole in the dim red sky.

A hideous smile appeared on his face, his white and neat teeth were revealed, and wisps of white gas escaped between his teeth:

"Swastika!"

"Dragon-patterned ghost lantern pill!"

The corner of Madara, who has been taught a few times by the wind tracer, has changed his past fighting style and has long since stopped hiding his own understanding.

Since this is a battle of defense, then use all your strength to face it.

In this way, even if you die on the spot, you will never regret it!

The crimson pillar of light retreated, and the corner of Madara burst open his upper clothes, holding an oversized bladed weapon in both hands, and carrying a huge axe blade behind his back.

On the blood-red dragon pattern, the red light is brilliant, extremely bright!

No longer hiding the corner of the swastika, he has been practicing his own swastika for more than ten years, increasing his control over it, and developing a deeper level of power.

The current Dragon Pattern Ghost Lantern Pill can already burst out with attacks that are several times more powerful without the need to charge.

And by charging power through attacks, after the dragon pattern is transformed into gilding, the destructive power can be multiplied several times!

"Let's fight!"

Madara smiled hideously, his legs bent and squatted, and the burst of force suddenly caused the floor to collapse into cobweb-like lines.

With the appearance of the huge pit, his whole body exploded into the sky like an arrow from the string, and with both powerful blades, he blasted straight towards the skull of the hell jailer closest to the Lingling Court.

The jailer also sensed the enemy's arrival, and the huge head was raised, and the scarlet gaze instantly locked on the figure in the corner of the spot.

Without the slightest hesitation, it was like a machine that relied on a program to run.

It raised its hammer-like fist and slammed it down with a howling wind.

Rumble!!

A deafening explosion rang out, huge ripples rippled in the sky, and dust and smoke swept in an endless stream.

Then, Madara flew out of it upside down and smashed into the court like a meteorite.

At this moment, glass-colored vines appeared below, instantly weaving a huge net and accurately catching the corner of Madara falling from the sky.

"Bloom wildly, glass-colored peacock."

Ayasegawa Bow holds the unremarkable hilt of the sword, which is dazzling with glazed brilliance.

"Thank you."

A harrier turned over in the corner of Madara and stood on the glass-colored peacock woven into a net, and the spiritual pressure burst to make it sink:

"These guys are very strong, don't be careless."

Ayasegawa Yukina reminded, "With our strength, we may not be their opponents. ”

"Try to be contained, don't ......"

Before he could finish his words, Madara used the power of the rebound to leap into the sky again like a cannonball.

The Longwen Ghost Lantern Pill bloomed with bright red light, shining in all directions in the sky like a round of sun.

"Drink, die!"

Madara yelled excitedly, like a berserker in a state of flux.

Seeing this, Ayasegawa Bow kissed his forehead and smiled bitterly, feeling a little unbearable.

Although no one knows Madara's character better than him, every time I see him fighting so recklessly, it still makes people a little uncomfortable.

This isn't the time for one-on-one fights, but if those guys outside the walls attack you together, you'll be seriously injured if you don't die.

"Help."

Ayasegawa Bow kissed and waved the glass-colored peacock, and suddenly countless glass-colored vines erupted at terrifying speed, attacking towards the huge head in the sky.

Different from the fighting style of Madara Yijiao, the glass-colored peacock belongs to the ghost path system slashing knife, and the destructive power alone may not be as good as the dragon pattern ghost lamp pill, but it is much stronger in terms of effect.

I saw the vines bend and wrap around the huge fist at a strange angle, blooming with brilliant glass-colored light.

The Jailer's spiritual pressure faded and decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the speed of his attacks slowed down considerably.

Taking advantage of this gap, Madara also broke out with a more powerful attack than before.

The oversized blade tore through the air, and at extreme speed, it rubbed into a blazing flame that burned on it.

"Ghost Bulge!!"

A deafening roar resounded over the Lingling Gate, and the corner of the Madarazu laughed wildly and unleashed the strongest blow at the Hell Jailer!

Just then, another jailer attacked, with a huge palm comparable to a house, and went straight to the corner of the sky in the spot.

"Be careful!"

Ayasegawa Bow was too late to come back and could only remind loudly.

However, Madara chose to ignore this attack directly, his eyes were red, and his fighting spirit was extremely high, and there was only the jailer at the front in his eyes.

The dragon-patterned ghost lantern pill's oversized blade burned with flames and slammed into the opponent's fist bones.

Poof!!

The sound of flesh tearing suddenly sounded, and a viscous black liquid erupted from it, and the corner of Madara continued to pierce forward with an indomitable momentum.

Thick arms, hard bones, and a hideous head at the end!

The corner of Madara sticky black liquid rushed out of his skull and met the huge palm of his hand.

There was no time to resist at all, and the whole person was directly fanned out and fell to the ground like a meteor.

Several buildings were immediately destroyed, and the ground was plowed into a deep ravine.

"A corner!"

Ayasegawa Yukin's eyes widened, and just as he was about to help, the jailers had already begun to attack the walls of the Lingting Court.

The death of their companions did not stop them, and the sound of a roar spread through the court like a heavy drum.

In the stirring dust and smoke, the corner of the bloody Madarame staggered to his feet.

His bones were shattered a lot, but with the support of his stubborn will, he was still able to continue fighting.

What's more, in Fang Cai's blow, his Dragon Pattern Ghost Lantern Pill had already been charged and full of energy.

On the huge axe blade, the dragon pattern swims away, gilded and glowing, extremely bright, and dazzling!

"Ha, come on!"

Madara took off the blade of the axe, his green hands gripped the hilt tightly, the power on the knotted muscles exploded, and the crimson essence spirit pressure rushed out, and the battle intent climbed to the extreme.

The injuries on his body not only did not make him take half a step back, but also stimulated his ferocity.

"Gong Qin, I'm going to kill ten this time!"

After throwing down the next sentence, the corner of Madara soared into the sky again, and the blade of the axe burst into dazzling light!

Ayasegawa did not reply, but cooperated with the battle in Madara with practical actions.

Countless vines obscured the sky and the sun, and the spirit that had been absorbed before was pressed into a weapon to attack the enemy, and the vines continued to intertwine, turning into another barrier in front of the city wall.

While involving the jailers' actions, it also creates the best opportunity for Madara's corner.

At this moment, the dragon pattern is damned!

Madara smiled and launched the strongest attack in his life!

Bang!!

The huge axe blade fell, like a volcanic eruption, and the black liquid exploded, and the jailer at the front was wiped out in an instant, and the ground shattered in an instant, and the impact spread in all directions in a rippled manner.

As Madara just said, this time he's going to hit ten!

The gilded dragon pattern broke away from the blade of the axe, turning into the purest destructive energy, engulfing everything in sight in an instant!

The spiritual pressure storm swept through the impact, affecting the other jailers and destroying all the glass-colored peacock vines.

The jailers regained their mobility.

The huge palm struck, and the corner of Madara was knocked away again.

This time, a heavy layer of phosphorus gas came in and eroded the exterior walls at a breakneck speed.

Soon, the Lingling Court was completely exposed to the jailers!

Ayasegawa Bow looked anxious on his face, caught the spiritual pressure in the corner of Madara as fast as he could, and manipulated the vines to tear his broken body back.

One arm had disappeared, a large hole had appeared in the abdominal cavity, the wriggling intestines and internal organs were clearly visible, and the injuries were serious enough to hold a team burial ceremony.

"Lost ......"

Ayasegawa looked at the crumbling walls and muttered.

"This group of guys is not something we can compete with at all."

However, at this moment, an extremely violent spiritual pressure came from the back of the street.

Ayasegawa Bow looked happy and turned his head to look behind him, only to see a tall figure speeding at a furious speed from the collapsed ruins, a huge tail of smoke waving behind him.

Obscuring the sky.

"I'll leave the battlefield here."

Kenpachi carried a long serrated knife, and his fierce aura overflowed on the surface, like a hungry beast that had found its prey, and his whole body exuded an aura of greed.

"You can step down."

Ayasegawa did not refuse, and put the corner of Madara behind his back with his backhand, and admonished: "Captain, be careful, this group of guys is very strong." ”

Then, without the slightest nostalgia, he turned around and walked away in the direction of the fourth team.

Madara's injuries are severe, and if he drags on any longer, he will really die.

The eight faces of the wooden sword showed a fierce light, and the hideous state was revealed, and the golden spiritual pressure was like a burning flame, lingering on the tall body.

"I smell ......"

"It's going to be a fun fight!"

The moment the words fell, he immediately turned into a golden streamer and headed straight for the jailers.

The majestic spiritual pressure turned into a huge and hideous demon, which appeared above its head, emitting a deafening roaring sound.

This moment.

The battlefield is silent!

The next moment.

The ruins exploded!

…………

Inside the Soul Court, the solid ground cracked one huge gap after another, dark and deep, like a bottomless abyss.

One after another, huge mountain-like figures climbed out of it, and a high concentration of phosphorus gas flowed from their bodies, and the terrifying spiritual pressure permeated the Lingling Court, constantly extinguishing the will of the soldiers.

Countless path-breaking attacks fell on them, fending off the possibility of further progress.

"Ling Wu, white snow on your sleeves!"

In the center of the crowd, a petite body let out a low shout, and Ling Ran's cold air was surging and unrestrained, freezing a jailer in an instant.

"Second Dance, White Ripple!"

As Rukia stabbed the blade into the ground, an avalanche-like blast of cold rushed in, covering the entire crack.

Several of the jailers froze, and the surging cold ended their signs of life once and for all.

As countless ice chips scattered, countless arms climbed up from below, as if there was no limit.

Looking at this desperate scene, Rukia gritted her teeth and pressed one hand on her cheek, and the spiritual pressure condensed, turning into a pure white mask.

The snowflake pattern is outlined on it, not only is it not a little hideous and ugly, but it gives people a sense of beauty.

"Three Dances, White Knife."

The sound of clarity is like the flow of spring water in the mountains, but it is followed by an extreme chill.

The moisture in the atmosphere was frozen, and a forest ice blade tens of meters long appeared above the crack, reaping the life of the hell jailer.

A similar scene is constantly being staged in the Lingling Court.

This is a real catastrophe!

And the captains, who are the highest combat power in the corpse soul realm, are dealing with more powerful opponents.

Those......

Captains who once died!

(End of chapter)