Death: This Death is not serious

The cheers seemed to break through the clouds and reach the sky, shaking the whole world.

People's enthusiasm and joy were like a volcanic eruption, uncontrollable.

The sky of Soul Society seemed to be lit up by the cheers, dazzling.

The light illuminated every corner and everyone's face.

Those places that were once shrouded in darkness are now full of hope and vitality.

The sun shone through the clouds and reflected on the earth, forming golden spots.

These spots fell on people and on the ruined buildings.

The broken sword flashed dazzlingly in the sun, as if telling the fierce battle of last night.

The living people looked around blankly, looking at everything around them, they realized that the battle last night was so long.

…………

The sun rose as usual.

The sun shone brightly on Soul Society, as if nothing had happened.

Soul Society has become accustomed to the baptism of war.

The crisis of the past is no longer a crisis. The battle of a thousand people in the corner of the Soul Society is just a small ripple in the long history of the Three Realms.

The sunlight spread quickly, passing through the dilapidated streets, and finally fell on the tall outer wall of the Mao District.

An old man with a vicissitudes of life held the parapet with his hands. The wounds on his body hurt slightly, but his expression did not change at all.

The old man looked deep in the north.

Really, it was defended!

There are still gaps around, but this ancient city still stands.

The death god wearing the death suit continued to be busy among the ruins.

Although after a night of fierce fighting and the enemy's fierce offensive, this ancient city was still defended.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni was a little dazed, perhaps because of the serious injuries last night, making his thoughts blurred.

"It seems that trusting Junior Brother Mayu is right. It stands to reason that such an attack cannot be stopped no matter what."

"And the gate of hell is actually closed. I really don't know what method Junior Brother Mayu used."

With a sigh, Chojiro Suzuki strode along the street.

His death suit and haori were torn beyond recognition, and there were bloodstains on them. It was obvious that he had just experienced a fierce battle.

And there was a scarlet and hideous wound on his chest.

Although his body was wrapped in bandages, blood still seeped out, dyeing the originally white bandages scarlet.

Because the death suit was too torn, the wound could not be completely covered.

Through the torn cloth, the blood color could be clearly seen, which was shocking.

Chojiro Suzuki frowned slightly and subconsciously pulled his sleeves down to try to cover the wound on his chest.

In fact, the Fourth Division had already treated his injuries.

But last night, there were heavy casualties, and the Fourth Division had limited manpower, so they could only do this, at least to ensure that his life was not in danger.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind him, it was his good junior brother.

"It's very simple, the gate of hell can be opened because of the imbalance of spiritual pressure."

"Just let the spiritual pressure of the three realms be raised to the point where it can suppress the gate of hell, isn't it."

Upon hearing this, Suzu Chojiro turned around abruptly, looked at his junior brother with astonishment, and asked in disbelief:

"How is it possible to increase spiritual pressure!?"

You know, spiritual pressure is not an energy that can be increased at will like spiritual power.

Its essence is actually the strength of the soul, that is, the so-called density of the soul.

In terms of external manifestation, it is whether more and stronger spiritual power can be used.

Spiritual pressure is not something that can be increased as easily as eating and drinking water to increase weight.

To increase spiritual pressure, you must go through the tempering of the essence of life-the soul.

Generally speaking, except for special circumstances such as releasing Zanpakuto.

If you want to improve your spiritual pressure, you can only do it through daily practice.

Don't even think about such a huge improvement in such a short time.

It has been a hundred years since Aozaki Shingetsu learned to release his Zanpakutō, which is obviously not a special case.

Facing Suzuki Chojiro's doubts, Aozaki Shingetsu smiled triumphantly and explained to Suzuki Chojiro:

"In fact, the reason is very simple, of course it's because I'm gifted!"

After that, Aozaki Shingetsu brought the three vice-captains to Suzuki Chojiro.

His three vice-captains all survived, but they all looked miserable, and their conditions were not much better than Suzuki Chojiro.

Suzuki Chojiro frowned and said suspiciously:

"Your talent is indeed very high, but even so, you shouldn't be able to improve so quickly in such a short time, right?"

Aozaki ShingetsuYue shrugged helplessly and responded with a smile:

"Okay, I'll tell you frankly, it was actually the Spirit King who opened a backdoor for me."

"Tsk... If you don't want to say it, then don't say it. If it was really His Majesty the Spirit King who took action, why would he have to look for you specifically? Can't he look for His Excellency Yuan Liusai?"

"You're right, I'm the only one who can do it."

Aozaki Mayuki was telling the truth.

The Spirit King and the Will of Hell are both world-class existences.

The struggle between them involves the balance and order of the world.

It is reasonable for Hell to invade the Three Realms and it is in line with the rules of the world.

In the face of such a situation, even the omniscient and omnipotent Spirit King is powerless!

Captain Yamamoto had long known that the Soul King and Aozaki Mayu had a close relationship, and he was already 70% convinced in his heart, and asked softly:

"Is there any unusual movement in Hell?"

"No, after the gate was closed last night, even the small Hell's Mouth disappeared without a trace." Aozaki Mayu replied.

Because Captain Yamamoto was seriously injured, the slightest movement would cause severe pain.

Perhaps to maintain the dignity of the teacher and prevent him from showing his teeth in front of the team members, Aozaki Mayu took the initiative to walk in front of the old man.

"Don't worry, old man, those beings from Hell are powerful, but they are also subject to many restrictions."

"The spiritual pressure of the three realms is enough to suppress the gate of Hell, and we successfully detained so many souls last night."

"It is almost impossible for the will of Hell to open the gate of Hell by its own power."

Hearing this, Captain Yamamoto nodded slightly.

But speaking of souls, he couldn't help but think of the tragedy of the Central Underground Prison.

It must be because too many people died that time that the spiritual pressure of the three realms and hell was unbalanced.

After all, those sinners were powerful.

Although the soul was gone, the body could not decompose naturally and could only be sent to hell.

Thinking of this, Yamamoto got angry and cursed in his heart:

"Damn Quincy!"

Seeing Yamamoto getting angry for no reason, several people were stunned.

Could it be that the captain (teacher) finally got old and confused?

Yamamoto didn't say anything, and the gentle south wind blew his long white beard.

He raised his head with a serious expression and looked at the young face in front of him. No one knew what the old man was thinking.

Hatred for the enemy? Relief for the disciples? Or maybe his eyes had already surpassed last night and were cast into the future that no one could see clearly.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mayu."

The old man's eyes were very gentle, but not out of place, and he slowly stretched out his hand.

Aozaki Mayu was stunned for a moment, then slowly lowered her head, slightly bent her body, and let the skinny hand rest on her head.

The morning sun shining on the two of them always made people feel a little warm.