A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

"Calm down...watch carefully and find the exit!"

Lord repeated to comfort himself, took several deep breaths in a row to calm down his chaotic heart, and then carefully observed those void fissures, trying to find a trace of rules, or any clues about the 'exit'!

These fissures spread throughout the turbulence of the void, some of which are as large as the East African Rift Valley and stretch for thousands of miles, while the small ones are not as big as an arm. The gap between the two can be said to be a world of difference. No more difference!

Obviously, this method will not work!

Still a little reconciled, Lord tried to condense the spirit particles into arrows and shoot them into the crack with the ability to penetrate everything, and then planned to use the feedback from the spirit particles to sense whether the other end of the crack was safe.

But until the induction was lost, there was no feedback from the Lingzi.

This place is like a natural prison, cutting off all escape attempts.

Even Lord was a little discouraged at the moment.

He tried all the methods he could think of, but all the results he got were useless!

"let's start!"

Lord exhaled a foul breath from his lungs, and then fixed his eyes on the looming cracks.

The next step is to verify his lineage, and it is time for Ou right and wrong. If he chooses the wrong 'exit', it can only prove that he is nothing more than that, and he is destined to suffer this catastrophe!

Sometimes, luck is also an important part of success!

Looking at those strong people who can go to the top, their personalities are either treacherous and cunning, or tenacious, or bold, or brave. After removing all the external things, there is only one thing in common, that is, they All good luck!

Turn danger into good luck, turn danger into safety, jump off a cliff with skills, go out to pick up a teacher...

The above and other situations are all due to the help of great luck in the dark, so that they can finally reach the top!

And now, it was his turn.

Whether he can save the day or not depends entirely on his next choice, which determines the future direction!

In the end, he chose the largest crack.

If you insist on the reason, it may be that the crack is more pleasing to the eye, and the second is that the inside of this crack tends to be in a stable state, while the void turbulence inside the other cracks is extremely violent.

"Right and wrong, in one fell swoop!"

Lord prayed silently in his heart, and then took a big step and stepped into the crack in an instant.

next moment.

He experienced the feeling of being stuffed into a rolling washing machine, and then frantically stirring it for an unknown number of times!

The terrifying suction force coming from all directions seemed to tear him into pieces, the platform built by the spirit son collapsed in an instant, and his whole body was like a rootless duckweed, drifting away in the violent turbulence of the void Go, disappear into the deep darkness!

...

I don't know how long has passed.

In the space inside the turbulent void, there is no sound or light, not even spirit particles!

Lord has been wandering in this space for an unknown how long.

Unable to confirm the direction, let alone find any exit.

The spiritual pressure was gradually exhausted over time, and this place was like a prison, trapping him here!

There is nothing you can do but wait for death!

Although he didn't want to admit it, he did feel hopeless.

After the initial struggle and unwilling roar, Lord's mood gradually approached calm and dead silence. It was not that he gave up hope of survival, but to save all resources and find a way to get out of trouble before he died!

one day...

In the boundless darkness, Lord suddenly sensed a familiar dead breath!

That's...the breath of hell!

For a split second, without any hesitation, Lord instantly turned into a beam of light and rushed towards the source of the breath!

He has no choice!

If he continued to stay in this boundless darkness, sooner or later he would die due to exhaustion of spiritual power. This was his last hope!

As for whose hell is there, it doesn't matter to him anymore, even if it is Lucifer's hell, it is better than being trapped here alive!

It's getting closer, it's getting closer!

Lord's eyes shone with excitement.

He could clearly feel that the breath of hell was very close, not far ahead!

In the end, after exhausting all the spiritual pressure.

Lord slammed his head into the crack fiercely, and then disappeared in an instant!

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Here, is a barren ice field.

The biting bone-chilling wind whistled, rolled up layers of ice and snow, and roared past, like the surging waves of the sea, the whole world was shrouded in gray mist, and the peak-shaped glacier cliffs could be seen as far as the eye could see. , located like thousands of sharp swords.

Thick snow covered the ice field, and a black river could be vaguely seen, a huge stone bridge with an ancient atmosphere, crossing the rushing black river.

There is no trace of life here.

Even the most tenacious weeds cannot survive here, only the boundless land of ice.

Cold and dead silence are the only themes here.

But in this extreme environment, there was a figure walking on the ice field, dragging a huge heavy object against the wind and snow.

Chi la... Chi la... Chi la...

As the figure got closer, it could be seen that it was actually a woman, and what she was dragging was a huge horned monster.

The woman wore broken armor covered with sword marks, her long purple hair fluttered in the wind and snow, and white feathers were inserted on both sides of her temples. She dragged the monster with horns in one hand, and a long sword dripping blood in the other, and stepped forward. Advance with firm steps.

Huhuhu~

The biting cold wind whizzed past, blowing up the thick snow, revealing a faint figure.

The woman in silver armor stopped in her tracks and couldn't help frowning, looking at the person buried under the snow.

The man's black clothes were completely torn, his whole body was covered with frozen blood, his breathing from the tip of his nose was extremely weak, if it wasn't for the heaving of his chest, anyone would have regarded him as a corpse.

rustle......

The man's fingers squirmed slightly, and then he struggled to open his eyes, with a wry smile on his chapped lips.

But that bastard Dekiel finally ran out for him!

This person was Lord who escaped with difficulty from the turbulent flow of the void fissure. Although he passed through the fissure smoothly, he had no means of defense when his spiritual pressure was exhausted, so he could only let the space storm raging in the middle.

Fortunately, this time, his luck is not bad.

Although he was severely injured by the space storm, there was still a glimmer of life left, allowing him to successfully reach this hell!

Next, he only needs to give him a period of time to replenish the spiritual pressure, and then he can activate the super-speed regeneration to repair the injury.

"Who are you?"

The woman looked at him warily and asked.

"A lost man..."

Lord pulled the corner of his mouth forcibly, showing an ugly smile: "Excuse me... where is this place?"

The woman frowned, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes: "You don't even know where this is?"

Lord had a bitter expression on his face, and said, "I got lost, I entered here by mistake."

"You're out of luck."

The woman was silent for a moment, and then said flatly, "This is the kingdom of the dead, Helheim."