I have saved so many doomsday goddesses from all over the world

Chapter 181 5 successes are enough

Aizen wore jet black plate armor all over his body, and his wings fanned the wind, pushing aside the gravel that covered Zaragi.

He couldn't help but pick up Zaraki Kenpachi's seriously injured and unconscious body, turned around and ran quickly.

"Stop him!"

Various magical flying props greeted him behind him.

"Curse Eighty-one: Breaking the Sky!"

A huge light curtain unfolded, stretching behind Aizen, blocking all thunder, fire, energy bombs and the like like an AT stance.

The energy storm rose into the sky, even blowing away the falling rain of fire and black mist.

Aizen turned into a black light and slammed into Hiyori Sarukaki.

Raising her hand, she didn't even say the name of the dish, but the black-haired spell chain temporarily stopped Lisa Yatomaru.

"go!"

He fled with the wounded Ye Yi sisters.

"Good job!"

Chojiro forced out a smile and muttered a mantra.

"Ninety-nine Curses: Five dragons are destroyed!"

He burned up all his spiritual pressure, summoned five red dragons that roared loudly, and attacked the nightmare transformer separately.

This Lao Deng is also desperate. Not asking for casualties, just trying to buy some time for the fleeing people.

At this time, the peak battle that destroyed the capital of the other world gradually came to an end.

The black mist condensed into an inky black shape, and the sharp claws pierced the fire man.

The flames lingering on the mountain itself could not evaporate the black hand.

No, it was already difficult for him to maintain his elemental form, slowly revealing his true form in the flames.

"You lost, old principal."

Urahara's head also showed its original shape, and a trace of loneliness and sadness flashed in his eyes.

The negative emotions fade away and are replaced by greed.

"Old principal, I need the strength to carry the new Jingling Court forward. Just be obedient and be swallowed by me!"

Black energy surged in, pouring in from Yamamoto's eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Fire and fog merge into one...

The red and black colors in the sky are converging and gathering.

Until only a middle-aged man wearing a fisherman's hat was left, hanging high in the sky of Jingling Court.

Urahara Kisuke slowly opened his eyes, looked down at the ruined city that had been stricken by disaster, and smiled proudly.

The jars and jars in this world can be repaired if they are broken.

Everyone should have run away to the present world. There should be quite a few survivors, and their energy is still there.

Whether there is a change of dynasty or not, sacrifices are necessary.

Now that he has mastered the power and destroyed the corrupt group, the future of Karakura Town will only be better.

How many mice escaped?

It doesn't matter, there are nightmares outside this world, and they can't run far.

In the end, you have to come back and surrender?

Um? What is this mouse?

Thousands of meters away, Urahara stared at Venina coldly, his consciousness gradually locked onto her.

Wenina was enjoying herself while holding the popcorn from Chen Yu's house in her hand, and suddenly she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

"Hey, what are you doing? Can't you even watch a show?"

"Help, help! Master, help me!"

……

Second floor dream, time:? ? ?

In this more spiritual plane, there are all kinds of indescribable existences.

These residents, who are as long and random as deep-sea fish, even irregular in shape, are floating and swaying.

Or, engulf each other and merge.

Suddenly, I noticed a continuous surge of energy coming from somewhere?

Out of curiosity, they slowly extended their sense of touch.

then……

There's no after that.

Facing the indestructible sword intent, even the mental tentacles were cut and shattered.

The floaters were so frightened that they fled far away.

Can't be bothered, can't be bothered.

Yaqianliu gathered and repaired the broken body parts from the pool of blood.

Ignoring the fragments on his body that no longer existed, he showed an extremely sweet smile.

"Thank you, thank you very much!" She thanked Chen Yu sincerely.

"Thanks to your kindness, my blood-turned-indestructible body has finally reached perfection."

After hundreds of thousands of fighting and strangulation moves, Yachiru's body was destroyed by the sword storm hundreds of times.

To describe it as being cut into pieces with a thousand cuts is to put it mildly.

Constantly being destroyed, restored, reconstructed, destroyed again, reconstructed...

Just like a piece of pig iron, it is continuously forged and tempered after it is red-hot.

After thousands of tempers, the magic weapon made of fine steel was born!

The camera zooms out.

The hundred-mile radius that serves as the "iron felt" is no longer a problem of being cut into pieces by the sword's will.

Barren mountains, rocks, dead trees, crashed airplanes and ships.

Everything turned into powder.

Forming a stretch of black and white desert.

In the middle of the desert, Chen Yu, standing opposite Baqianliu, was in slightly better condition.

Not much better.

His clothes were ragged and covered in blood, and he looked like the most miserable beggar.

His hands, feet, and even his head and body had been destroyed countless times.

He smiled and returned the greeting, "You're welcome, it's just a courtesy."

"You teach me the principles of swordsmanship, and I help you practice to perfection. We just get what we need."

Yaqianliu covered his mouth and chuckled, "You are such a considerate little guy. In this way, I can...enjoy the fun of destroying you without any guilt!"

After finishing speaking,

The surrounding spirits seemed to be absorbed by the black hole, and quickly piled onto Baqianliu, forming a colorful flowing light.

And, like a giant sword larger than a zanma sword.

In the whole black and white world, she became the only color.

It is also an overwhelming presence.

"Having so much fun, I forgot about time..."

Yaqian's hair flowing down her waist floated as if weightless, and her spiritual pressure continued to rise.

The great sword that is filled with aura is so dazzling that it is impossible to look directly at it.

"It's a pity, but it's time to end."

"Wake up and take my last sword, charming child."

Chen Yu moved his neck and made random moves with his fingers.

The single-edged sword, which had long been shattered into countless fragments, shaped like a Tang Dao, was reshaped under the wrapper of Pei Ran's spirit son and returned to his palm.

Compared with the thing in Yaqianliu's hand that was as bright as a kilowatt LED light bulb, Chen Yu's sword was dark and inconspicuous.

He held a sword in his arm gracefully, holding the sword in one hand and pointing at Baqianliu.

"Okay, one move will determine the outcome. - By the way, do you want to add some bonuses?"

Yachiru was good, but it was a pity that he died like this.

His main mission is not yet clear and he needs more helpers.

"If you lose, how about you let me do my bidding?"

"Okay." Yaqianliu agreed without hesitation.

If she loses, she will only die.

What's next?

Even in his unparalleled strongest state, Yaqianliu was not sure of victory.

Maybe the outcome is 50-50?

It doesn't matter. To a great swordsman, winning rate is not important.