I Bound Aizen

Mako Hirako frowned.

The monk comforted at the right time: "Don't worry, this kind of groundless conjecture is just a joke, it's just out of your mouth and into the old man's ears."

"Do you think that the old man will rush to the Soul Soul Realm to arrest people just because of your words?"

That's true...

Mako Hirako scratched her hair.

The problem was, even then, he couldn't think of anyone.

etc…

He was taken aback suddenly.

After a few seconds, he clicked his tongue.

"It's not enough to destroy the soul world... However, if you want to say that it is best to hide your nature, I know one."

"My family's vice-captain, Aizen Soyousuke."

"If he has enough reasons, then even if he destroys the soul world, he probably won't have any psychological burden."

"However, I don't think he would have such extreme ideas. After all, he still has a few friends around him."

Hearing Mako Hirako's words, the monk grunted and nodded.

"Understood...then, when you return to Soul Soul Realm, pay more attention to that vice-captain."

"Well, by the way, you should pay more attention to Yu Mikami."

"ha?"

Pingzi showed a speechless expression: "You don't think Yuuna will destroy Soul Soul Realm, do you?"

The monk was not angry at his rude attitude, but shook his head slightly and said:

"No, the old man asked you to help pay attention to Yu Mikami, just out of curiosity."

Although I don't know what the fat monk is thinking, but anyway, it's just such a vague task. There is no requirement for how much or how well it can be completed, so Makoto Hirako simply agreed.

Do you still have control over what you will do when you return to the Soul Soul Realm?

Recalling the conversation that day, he couldn't help but wonder.

This great monk clearly said that it was observation, so why did he suddenly start doing it?

He scratches his hair.

I hope the captain has something to spare...

...

…

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the monk flew out.

He looked at his arm with surprise in his eyes.

Yu Mikami's punch just now made him feel pain that he hadn't seen for a long time.

You know, his bones, flesh and blood have all been strengthened by the power of the Spirit King.

In other words, his whole body is made up of "king keys"!

Such an invincible body was almost broken by a punch...

Shigekuni Yamamoto, what kind of monster apprentice did this teach?

Just thinking about it, he saw Yu Mikami rushing out of the smoke.

In mid-air, Yu Mikami stretched extremely, as if he wanted to pump the power inside his body to his limbs.

The moment he was pumped to the limit, he threw a punch.

Evening!

The wind pillar generated by the fist wind rushed to the front in an instant, wrapping the monk in it.

Being in the pillar of wind, the monk felt that his movements were blocked and his skin was being ravaged.

"drink!"

He turned around in mid-air and clasped his palms together.

Following the movement, the spiritual pressure was released violently, instantly shattering the pillar of wind surrounding him.

However, at the moment when the pillar of wind shattered, two blades burning with blue flames and dragging long chains came to him without knowing when.

"Hey...did you take advantage of the timing when the wind pillar affected your sight just now, and wave Lixiang Nirvana over?"

"Unfortunately, it's useless."

"Everything I know the name of..."

While talking loudly, the monk put his five fingers together and slapped forward suddenly.

A huge palm condensed by Reiatsu floated out of nowhere in the air, and slapped Lixiang Nirvana hard.

The blade that rushed towards him was sent flying backwards by this slap.

"... in front of me, they are as powerless as ants!"

After breaking three moves in a row, the monk stopped and stood in the air.

Looking not far away, Mikami Yu who was pulling his arm to retract Lixiang Nirvana, he grinned and showed a dark smile.

"Yu Mikami, if you only have this little ability, just leave your life here."

Withdrawing Li Xiang Nirvana, Mikami Yu held the knife in both hands and smiled madly.

"Sorry, I don't intend to lose my life so early."

"Yes, but now, do you still have the strength to resist?"

The monk put his hands in his sleeves: "I have fully understood the power of your Zanpakuto."

"No matter what move you use, as long as it is derived from the Zanpakuto, it cannot escape my cognition."

"As long as it is an ability within cognition, the old man has a way to resolve it."

"As for your boxing ability... the old man admits that you do have some abilities, but it would be too ridiculous to defeat the old man with this ability."

"Since ancient times, the power of the **** of death has been displayed by Zanpakuto."

"Using fists and feet is an evil way."

"If the enemy is not as good as you, it doesn't matter what method you use to win, but when facing an existence whose level is far higher than your own, it is foolish to expect to win by evil ways!"

The moment the voice fell, he stepped on his foot, rushed in front of Yu Mikami in an instant, raised his hand and patted his chest.

Mikami Yuu, who was already ready to punch, suddenly changed his expression when he saw the direction of the monk's attack, turned his arm, and met him with his elbow.

boom! !

The terrifying power on the monk's palm poured into Yu Mikami's arm along the contact point.

The strong impact dislocated his entire arm, and blood spurted from his shoulder.

"Um?"

Seeing Yu Mikami's operation to forcibly change his moves to protect his chest at the expense of being injured, the monk raised his eyebrows.

Kid, do you have a wound on your chest?

He squinted over.

I saw a tattoo in the shape of a flame.

The monk suddenly remembered.

Just now in the dojo, before the battle, Yu Mikami showed this mark.

If I felt right at the time, this kid seemed to have used some method to seal the active coat of arms.

What is this operation?

Out of curiosity, he leaned closer again.

Facing the monk's second round of attack, Yu Mikami neither dodged nor dodged.

He first pressed the dislocated arm back into the joint socket, and then blasted blue flames from behind.

Instant coax · **** chariot!

Yu Mikami, who was breathing fire from both shoulders, recoiled at a faster speed than before.

Between the two, a light and shadow of fists and palms suddenly appeared.

When Senjumaru and Hikifune Kiryu rushed here, they saw this amazing scene.

The monk and Yu Mikami were attacking and defending each other, while reaching out the Reiatsu to check the imprint on Yu Mikami's chest.

After a few seconds, he showed a dazed look.

This is an alarm device... left by Shigekuni Yamamoto.

Yu Mikami, the kid, actually took the initiative to lock the alarm device to prevent Yamamoto from feeling the movement here.

For a moment, he was a little dumbfounded.

He was surprised that Yamamoto treasured this apprentice so much that he even made preparations in advance for a possible war with the Lingwang Palace.

At the same time, I felt that Yu Mikami held such a life-saving card, and could resist the urge to ask for help, and threw away this life-saving straw with his own hands.

He couldn't help but said:

"Little ghost, why don't you ask Yamamoto for help?"

Mikami Yuu grinned: "It's just the Lingwang Palace, I don't need my teacher to do it."

"Hey... Yamamoto didn't dote on you apprentice in vain."

The monk smiled and shook his head.

Then, his spiritual pressure suddenly increased, and he reached out to grab the flame imprint on Yu Mikami's chest.

Those strong fingers shone with a crystal-clear spiritual pressure light.

Mikami Yu had no doubt that in front of this guy's fingers, his defense was as fragile as tofu.

At the critical moment, he reached out and patted the handle of the knife:

"Separation and death!"

boom! !

With Mikami Yu's body as the center, the storm swirls and rolls up.

The monk retreated tens of meters in surprise.

Under his gaze, the storm gradually dissipated, revealing Yu Mikami's figure inside.

Silver helmet, golden half-covered armor, metal sharp claws, and shield-like wings.

Although the body shape is similar to before, the momentum is completely different!

Mikami took a long breath.

White mist floated out from between the teeth.

He raised his arms, crossed them sharply—

"Swastika solution."

"Department from form and silence, the real self is transparent!"

Feeling the soaring spiritual pressure on Yu Mikami's body, the monk showed approval.

"It is indeed a very powerful swastika."

"However, unfortunately, the old man also knows about your ability."

"Even earlier than you knew about this ability yourself."

"As long as it is the ability of the old man to know the name, it cannot escape the control of the old man!"

As he said that, he opened his hand and pulled out a long brush from the void, holding it with both hands and placing it across his chest.