From the Void King To the Ghost Swordsman of the Light of the Beginning

"In this way, it's all over."

The river of rotten wood was sealed by the death burial blood seal.

After the battle, Kuchiki Yinling looked at Kuchiki Xianghe, who was covered by Captain Yamamoto's spiritual art and had Fang Tian's painted halberds stuck in his limbs, and couldn't help expressing emotion.

"There is still the endgame in Jinglingting." Yamamoto Genryuzai said indifferently

From the very beginning, he didn't pay attention to the so-called rotten wood Xianghe and the village. Compared with the battle between Bakarron and Yuhabach, the mere ability of the village is really childish.

It's just that the rotten wood Xianghe did cause too much damage to the Jingling Court. Originally, if he tried his best to eliminate the moths among the nobles, he could still let Xianghe continue to make trouble for a while.

But since he took the initiative to expand the scale of the battle, Yamamoto could no longer let it go, let alone the forty-six room had already issued strict orders.

"After the Zanpakuto returns completely, the Kuchiki Kayohe will be sealed for a second time. Although it is a farce, Muramasa is indeed an extremely powerful ability. If it is used by someone with a heart, it may cause another blow to the soul world. harm."

The reason why Kuchiki Kazukawa was not killed was because without Zanpakuto and with his inner self closed, even if he was as strong as Yamamoto, he would not be able to easily kill a captain-level Shinigami.

And once he couldn't kill him with one blow, then Xianghe might escape, and it would be too terrifying if he was lurking in the dark with his ability.

Yamamoto Genryuzai looked down on Kuchiki Kayokawa's strength, but he had to admit that Muramasa was terrifying.

In particular, they didn't know that Muramasa had been liberated from Kuchiki Hibiki's sword by Tsunayashiro Genki...

So they left for a while...

The only one left in this world is the sealed Kuchimu Xianghe. He fell into the endless abyss, and what passed around him was endless darkness.

He had heard that there was a place called 'Infernal Affairs' in the Jingling Court, and only the most heinous people would be imprisoned in it.

There is nothingness inside, there is no east, west, north, south, no top, no bottom, no space and time, only absolute silence and loneliness.

But now, Xianghe feels that the world he lives in is Wujian.

It's really suitable for him. He was framed by the nobles, betrayed his family, and even refused to respond to Zanpakuto. He should drift with the tide in his own world, sinking to the point where his soul is dead.

but……

Where do you vent your anger? !

Where does the full of resentment vent? !

The world has not yet been punished for betraying itself! The five nobles are still aloof, wantonly playing with the souls and rules of the corpse soul world!

Those shameless betrayers are still enjoying good food and wine, indulging in luxury, showing off their shamelessness to friends and family!

Xianghe is a person with extremely low self-esteem and sensitivity, otherwise he would not have stabbed Muramasa without asking any questions after the original work was unsealed.

And at this moment, all of this was pressing on his fragile heart, making his eyes turn red.

Power, he needs enough power to change the world!

He wants those nobles to suffer the same betrayal as him, no, it's better for everyone to live in such a world.

Wouldn't it be nice to have a world full of betrayal, a world full of destruction and violence, and a world where everyone doesn't trust each other? !

Why is he the only one who suffers like this? Isn't this too unfair?

Pain should not be felt by one person, but by the whole world!

The more I think about it, the more angry I get, the more I think about it, the more resentful I become, the darkness in my heart accumulates sharply, no, maybe this is my true heart!

In the endless darkness, Xianghe felt that something was broken in his heart. He began to fantasize about what the future world would look like, and began to fantasize about the rules governed by him.

Then, the brokenness in his heart caused changes in the whole world, and the darkness around him began to distort on a large scale, awakening Xianghe from his self-indulgence.

The twisted darkness gathered in front of him into a human face, a...

Skeleton face!

Starting from the skeleton, a huge phantom appeared in front of Xianghe.

His whole body was covered by a brown robe, and a pair of ghostly eyes were embedded in the skull face.

"Is this what you want?"

There is a huge sickle behind him, which makes him even more terrifying under the life-harvesting weapon.

But at this moment, the sound of this huge 'weird' came out, and it reached the deepest part of the human soul.

The moment he saw him, Xianghe felt fear from the bottom of his heart, which was different from when he faced Yamamoto Genryuzai. That time, he was only afraid because of seeing the power gap between the two sides.

And this time...

But it seems to have seen the fear itself!

"Who are you?!"

He couldn't help but take two steps back, the panic in his heart could not be expressed in words.

"I am the end of everything and the beginning of everything."

The huge skeleton face said slowly

"It is the final destination of the soul and the end hope of the desperate. My name..."

"grim Reaper!"

grim Reaper……

yes……

This is the god of death...

Xianghe's breathing became short of breath, as if his life that had ended had new hope.

That's right, those of Jinglingting...

What kind of death?

The god of death, the god whose title is 'death', the most terrifying thing in the world, how could it be those incompetent people in Jinglingting?

The Grim Reaper... is fear itself, the scythe that harvests life, and the destination of all souls!

That's right, he is the god of death! He is the god of death!

Xiang He's eyes widened unconsciously, and he couldn't help but be deeply intoxicated by the horror incarnate in front of him.

"Can you... fulfill my wish?"

he asked tremblingly

"Just...give your soul."

Death said slowly

"I will give you the power to shape the world you want."

His words seemed to come from the prehistoric times of millions of years ago, filled with the atmosphere of history, which made people's soul sink into it!

Xiang He clenched his fists tightly, his nails were tightly embedded in the flesh and blood flowed out. He looked at the huge death god and the face of the skeleton.

Then, slowly let go of your hand.

blood...

Tick ​​down with your fingers...

Drop by drop in the dark nothingness.

Bloody, spreading in the darkness...

After a while, Xianghe's feet were covered in dark red...

So the corners of Xianghe's mouth slightly raised

"Of course... my soul, you can take it as you like. As long as..."

"Let this world, let those people fall into the most terrifying era. It's up to me..."

"The Age of Domination!"

he said loudly to death

"Take my soul!"

"Then..." Death's figure gradually dissipated. The huge scythe behind him disappeared first, then the brown cloak, and finally the huge skull face and blue light.

There is only one last voice left to linger in this world forever

"The contract is reached...you will..."

"God of Chaos!"