Anecdotes about the novice system

Chapter 60 Masked Army
The white cold air spread from the surroundings, a thin layer of ice appeared in the air, and the strong wind swirled around Heribel with the cold air.

The frosty dragon wings flapped gently with a stinging chill, Dongshiro's body appeared beside Heribel as if teleported.

"Broken Waterfall!!!"

Harribel's spiritual pressure erupted violently, and a much larger stream of water fell from the sky, rushing towards Dongshilang with the momentum of thousands of horses galloping wildly.

Dong Shilang looked at the sky, and aimed at the falling water, he slammed a white cold air.

The falling water was frozen from bottom to top, turning into beautiful blooms of frost that dissipated in the air.

The chill in the air was stronger than before, and white frost appeared on Heribel's body.

Toshiro rushed towards her, Hirinmaru slashed on the shark-shaped blade from top to bottom, bringing the surrounding cold air and freezing it.

Harribel's spiritual pressure erupted, she broke free from the frost that had frozen her, and the big blade slashed towards Dongshiro with a strong momentum.

Toshiro raised Hirinmaru to support the shark-shaped big blade, lifted it up vigorously, bounced the big blade away, and then aimed at Heribel for a horizontal slash.

Harribel's body retreated quickly, but at some point, the cold air turned into frost and wrapped around her feet.

After discovering this, Harribel leaned back decisively, dodging Dong Shilang's slash with her strong flexibility.

Winter Shiro's expression didn't change in any way, even if the attack failed, it didn't seem to have any effect on his completion.

Senbai's cold air rose from the ground, Dongshiro's Reiatsu exploded in an instant, wrapping Heribel together.

Winter Shiro's wings suddenly turned into cold air and charged into the sky, and pure white snowflakes fell from the sky, covering Heribel's body.

The surrounding cold air exploded as if it came into contact with a primer, rising instantly, and pure white and extremely cold icicles rose from the ground.

"Ice and Hundred Flowers Burial!!!"

Dong Shilang let out a roar, huge icicles wrapped Heribel, and the white and noble frost flowers were densely covered with icicles.

Winter Shiro turned his back to the icicle that sealed Heribel, and slowly put away the Zanpakuto in his hand.

On the other side, Shiki looked at the sky in surprise, feeling the cold temperature around him.

"Zanpakuto, can you do such a thing?" Shiki's tone was full of surprise and disbelief, but soon returned to plain.

Yamamoto Motoshiro glanced lightly in Toshiro's direction, nodded his head imperceptibly, then looked away, facing the three Aizen who were motionless in front of them.

At this time, several Reiatsu with world-weariness and malice suddenly appeared on the battlefield, making the face of the God of Reaper present turn ugly instantly.

But unexpectedly, these spiritual pressures did not attack the gods of death, but stayed in the sky.

"Long time no see, Aizen!" The calm tone carried a hint of familiarity.

Hirako Mako looked at Aizen without any expression in her eyes, the hand holding the Zanpakuto was a little innocent, and the other hand was holding the hat, but the hat was wrinkled by the powerful force.

"Mako Hirako, you are indeed hiding in the present world." Motoryuzai Yamamoto glanced at Mako Hirako and his party in a calm manner, his voice was not loud but it was impossible to ignore.

Hirako Mako turned her head to look at Yamamoto Motoryuzai, with a smile on her face, she started Shunpo and came to Yamamoto Motoryuzai.

"It's also been a long time, Captain." Hirako Mako greeted Yamamoto Motoryuzai. Unlike the exchange with Aizen, this time his tone was a little respectful and mostly complicated.

"What, are you here to seek revenge on the old man?" Yamamoto Motoryuzai asked plainly.

"No, we're just here to settle a bill with Aizen, that's all." Mako Hirako turned his gaze to Aizen, whose expression didn't change in the sky, and said in a calm tone.

"Then, can this old man regard you as friends?" The captain looked at Mako Hirako with majestic eyes.

"It's not obvious..." Hirako Mako turned her head and walked in the direction of the Masked Legion. "No way."

Yamamoto Genryuzai got the answer, and the Zanpakuto in his hand was out of its sheath by an inch...

"But..." Hirako Mako turned her head slightly, looking at Yamamoto Motoryuzai. "We are here to kill Aizen for our own purpose, just to help you useless gods of death by the way."

Yamamoto Genryuzai retracted his sword, and the scorching aura with a strong sense of oppression disappeared without a trace, and he closed his eyes again, turning into a harmless old man next door.

Although Hirako Mako pretended to be successful, Shiki always felt that his subsequent words were a little rushed.

After the captain turned back into an ordinary old man, Mako Hirako seemed to relax instantly.

Maybe an illusion.

Shi looked at Hirako Mako's back and said something silently in his heart.

"Two ceremonies, you should have rested." Yamamoto Motoryuzai glanced at Shiki standing next to him, and said.

"Yeah." Shiki was a little surprised that Yamamoto Motoryuzai suddenly called himself, he was stunned for a moment and quickly replied.

"Give me the Zanpakuto." Yamamoto Motoryuzai stretched out his hand and said.

Shiki was a little dazed, but he still handed the rusty Zanpakuto to Yamamoto Genryuzai.

Yamamoto Genryuzai took over Shiki's Zanpakutō, and the huge and hot Reiatsu poured into Shiki's Zanpakutō.

The blade of the Zanpakuto blade became fiery red, and the rust on it continued to fall off, turning into fly ash and dissipating between the sky and the earth.

Afterwards, Yamamoto Genryuzai threw the glowing red Zanpakutō to Shiki.

Shiki hesitated to catch his own Zanpakutō, but he didn't feel the expected heat, only a little warmth.

Then, the fiery red Zanpakutō began to devour her spiritual pressure, and the fiery red gradually disappeared under the perfusion of her spiritual pressure, returning to its original silvery white.

"Huh!" Shiki looked at the Zanpakuto in his hand that had returned to normal with admiration, then turned around and saluted Yamamoto Motoryuzai respectfully. "Thank you, Captain!"

The captain nodded, but did not speak.

Shiki held his Zanpakutō and looked at the Aizen trio in front of him.

Aizen also looked at Shiki, with a smile on his face, and nodded slightly.

There was a rainbow light in Shiki's eyes, and the message of ending everything came out from the rainbow light in her eyes.

Aizen's smile became even brighter, his eyes filled with endless curiosity, but he did not step forward rashly.

As for the Masked Army who had been glaring at him angrily, he didn't even give them a look.

Treat them as air, obviously look down on them.

In his words, inferior experimental products that have lost their value are not eligible to receive the value of attention.

"Two rituals, you are not their opponent, calm down." Yamamoto Motoryuzai looked at Shiki who was eager to try, and said softly.

Shiki came back to his senses, nodded, and said, "I know, Captain."

"Yeah." Yamamoto Genryuzai nodded slightly, and said, "Go and get rid of those broken faces."

Shi's eyes turned to the side, and Harribel's three subordinate officers were rushing towards the icicle sealing Harribel.

"I see." Shiki held his Zanpakutō, launched Shunpo, and disappeared in place.

(End of this chapter)