Chapter 690 Holy Text: Visionary
Someone's bad taste has happened again.
What would happen if a dignified, cold and beautiful woman like Sister Hua started to cry?
Just like someone likes to bully cats, Lorde couldn't explain why. He just wanted to bully Sister Hua out of nowhere and see what would happen if this sinister Royal Sister cried.
"The look in your eyes tells me that you seem to be thinking about something rude."
Sensing someone's malice, Unohana Yachiru frowned, and suddenly felt a chill coming over him, with a look of disgust on his face: "You don't really think you can make me cry, do you?"
“You’ll know after you try it”
While Lord was chatting and laughing, he took a step forward and arrived in front of Maozhihua in an instant.
The five fingers of the huge palm were spread out, and a terrifying force erupted like a mountain moving sideways, pushing the billowing air currents to explode and boil one after another, covering the sky and covering an area of hundreds of meters in radius.
Rumble——!
The palm wind was as powerful as the five mountains suppressing it, and the bursting air flow made a thunderous sound.
"Eight Thousand Styles·Swordsmanship·Gaotian Zhiyuan!"
With Unohana Yachiru's vision, he naturally knew that this move must not be forced.
I saw her holding the knife with both hands and using the modified cassock to slash. The edge of the blade curled up with boundless blood, hanging around her body like a soft gauze. Wherever the sword tip passed, it pulled up threads of blood, forming a huge line around it. The tornado seemed to completely cut off this place from the outside world.
This trick is taken from the name of Gaotian, where the gods live in mythology.
The implication is that nature is the place where the gods live, and it is a sacred realm that is inviolable in the mortal world. Once you set foot on it, you will be punished by heaven and be shattered to pieces.
The entangled silk threads pulled the rich blood light, and the bright red tornado roared straight into the sky.
Boom boom boom! ! !
The blood-red tornado went upstream, like a roaring dragon, and crashed into the huge palm.
In an instant, the impact burst out with a sound of splitting the sky, setting off billowing air waves that shot straight into the sky, and the explosive wind continued to explode and roar.
The air within a radius of several thousand meters was exploded, forming a vacuum area like a giant wave being evacuated. The hurricane rose and then fell rapidly. It seemed as if tens of millions of fierce horses were galloping past, and the entire land suddenly shook and collapsed.
The blood-red tornado only lasted for a moment before collapsing under the palm glowing with a faint green light.
The surroundings were filled with crazy and raging violent air currents, and the heavy pressure fell on the shoulders, pressing the Eight Thousand Waves of Maozhihua to the ground. Along with an earth-shaking loud noise, the earth trembled and smoke rose thousands of feet high.
The palm was slowly raised, and a huge palm print was printed on the ground.
But Mao Zhihua Baqian was vomiting and bleeding, and her clothes completely turned into the same style as a beggar's outfit, one by one hanging on her delicate body.
"Admit defeat?"
Lord's body shape slowly returned to normal and he stared at Uzhihua who was half-kneeling on the ground.
Although both of them have first-class spiritual pressure, their levels of strength are almost completely different.
After Lorde completely mastered the swastika, even he himself was not sure how much power he could unleash if he used all his strength.
But he could clearly feel that the Unohana Eight-Thousand-Ryu who once had to look up to him could no longer make him feel the slightest threat. If he really acted, he could kill him within a few moves.
If you have to define it, his current level of strength.
Perhaps it should be between a transcendent and a super reiatsu, far beyond the superficial first-class reiatsu, roughly equivalent to Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni at his peak. If the level of reiatsu consumption is ignored, it even touches The edge of 'one household without a moon'.
"Don't ask me to repeat it again and again..."
Uzhihua Yaqianliu's eyes were cold, and blood dripped from the blade: "There is only one meaning of my existence, and that is to let you climb a higher mountain. I will never fall before releasing the beast called instinct." Down."
"I guess so, and I hate preaching."
Lord nodded slightly, not surprised by her answer: "So I have to use my own way to make you give up this idea."
"I have been pursuing powerful enemies until...I met you." Unohana Yachiryu licked the blood from the corner of his lips with his tongue, completely ignoring his exposed body, holding the sword in both hands and showing a slight smile: "After I met you, I realized that I couldn't please you with my own strength."
"A murderer who seeks pleasure in battle, but cannot please the only man who makes her feel pleasure."
"What a sad thing..."
"I gradually began to hate myself, why am I so weak and unable to even please you."
"After fighting you again, I am more certain of one thing. If I cannot hand over the name of Kenpachi to you, it will be a lifelong regret for me. As there can only be one Kenpachi in my generation, I have an obligation. Untie your shackles."
"Unleash the beast called instinct...Lord."
"Before you embark on the strongest path, I will be the last step, step on me...become stronger!"
The spiritual pressure around Unohana Yachiryu surged, reflecting the dark Hell into a sea of blood. The waves surged and emitted a strong smell of blood, and the wails of countless wronged souls and ghosts resounded throughout the countryside.
Zheng...
The slender jade fingers stroked the blade of the sword, and it vibrated and let out a gentle cry.
"You...should know."
The sea of blood that flowed out from all of them healed Unohana Eight Thousand Ryu in an instant. Those dark eyes looked directly at Lord. There seemed to be a touch of tenderness hidden in the depths, and an indescribable feeling lingered in his heart: " If you don’t kill me completely, I will stand up again and again until I achieve my goal.”
"Not necessarily. Don't talk too much."
Lord chuckled, then slowly raised his hand, and said meaningfully: "Sometimes fighting is not always so interesting. Next, I will let you experience what the most boring battle in the world is. "
"The most boring... battle?"
Unohana Yaqianliu was stunned, unable to imagine what a boring battle would be like.
"Well...it's raining."
Lord smiled and did not explain. He looked up at the boundless black screen.
rain?
Unohana Yaqianliu looked puzzled, this was an endless hell, where could such a thing as rain come from?
But the moment she raised her head, her eyes and expressions froze instantly, her shock and horror frozen in that second.
Hell, it does rain.
It's just that this 'raindrop' seems a bit too big. What falls from the sky is... a meteor shower! ! !
Thousands of huge meteor showers dragged fiery red flames through the endless hell. The rolling air waves were pulled like giant dragons, erupting into a heaven-destroying roar, as if tearing this black curtain apart. Like a crack!
The pupils of Unohana Yaqianliu suddenly shrank. She had no time to think about why something contrary to common sense like 'meteorites' would appear in the Infernal Hell. The powerful wind pressure and the earth-shattering terrifying momentum forced her to instinctively wave. Raise the sword.
Pressing his right hand on the handle of the knife, the sea of blood flowing around him rose.
Streams of blood gathered on the edge of the sword, and the accumulated sword intent exploded like a volcano. The moment he stepped to draw the sword, the sound of the sword resounded through hell, and the endless flow of blood turned into a roar thousands of feet high. waves.
With just one draw of the sword, thousands of swords were struck.
The exploding bloody sword light followed the roaring waves, rising mightily from the land in all directions, hitting the meteorite rain one after another.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom...
The endless hell turned into a sea of fire, followed by earth-shaking earthquakes!
A powerful shock wave swept across all directions, and the ground collapsed and sank in pieces. Countless dust and boulders were thrown up, shattering the boundless black curtain like a trapped dragon rising into the sky, and dazzling light and heat swept through the entire Hell.
The light of the sword gradually extinguished, and the hundreds of falling meteorites instantly turned into dust and scattered.
"As expected of the first Kenpachi."
Lord applauded and said with a smile: "But what are you going to do next time?"
"What?!"
Maozhihua Baqianliu was stunned, then stiffly raised his head.
Huhuhu——
Thousands of meteorites were seen breaking through the black screen, hitting her location like heavy rain.
"Just to remind you..."
Lord smiled maliciously and said, "The meteorite will never stop until you choose to admit defeat."
"..."
Maozhihua Baqianliu looked at him quietly.
If you could kill with your eyes, Lord would have died countless times by now.