[Comprehensive] Aunt lived for 2000 years

His hands and feet were bound, and the tights made of murderous stones, which were different from before, fixed his body very firmly.

Seeing the opportunity, a soldier from the main army retreated to King Ling, and grabbed one leaf back. The Zanpakuto in his hand turned into a thick brush more than one meter long. Bian and Fu Sangshen directly wrote the word "Feng".

A transparent wall appeared here, and a faint golden light flowed in the wall, allowing others to see the existence of the strong wall, and also isolated Fu Sangshen's attack.

"Yiye, don't blame father." Ling Wang nodded appreciatively to Yibingwei, the head of the army, he squatted down, and hugged Yiye who was lying on the ground in pain: "Originally, it shouldn't have happened now. Yes."

A bad premonition suddenly appeared in their hearts.

Yiye was held in the arms of King Ling, the only thing that could move was the neck that could be twisted a little bit, the fabric around the neck was wrapped up to the bottom of the nose, and even the feet were tightly bound together.Without spiritual power, it is impossible to break through Shutara Senjumaru's tight clothes.

"Take care of this side and don't let them disturb me." King Ling ordered.

"Yes." The only one who answered so bluntly was Ichibei from the main military department, and others, like Shutara Senjumaru, couldn't bear it.

It's like they don't understand the significance of this event, and they don't know why the father and son came to this point.

"Great Holy Bow!" With Juhabach's body as the axis, the thick spiritual power condensed together to form a huge bow and arrow. The blue bow and arrow, which was as thick as a bucket, was placed on the bow, pointing directly at the spiritual power behind the wall. king.

The Ling King hugged Yiye, who couldn't even speak, and could only struggle weakly, and walked up the steps leading to the throne.

Juhabach's hand was released, and the bow and arrow slammed into the thick wall, but the wall was only cracked with fine cracks, and it was not completely broken as he expected.Ichibei of the Bingzhu Department just strengthened the enchantment again.

"The so-called omnipotence is actually just a flawed product." Said Ichibei, the head of the army, "You, who have the blood of His Majesty, can't even break my barrier."

"It's really hitting, a white pen and a word!"

The brush wrote the word "Ant" in front of Yuhabach's body.

The swastika with the ability to erase the original name is almost unsolvable.

Changed Yuhabach's name, Yuhabach, who is as fragile as an ant, can almost be crushed to death with one hand.

But is this really the case?

The ancestor of the all-knowing and omnipotent Quincy Master, Yuhabach is not comparable to ants.

The Zanpakuto turned into a blade was about to cut off Yuhabach's head, but his sword was blocked.

"As you said, my incompetent father's blood flows through my body, so do you think your ability is of any use to me?" Yuhabach held the Zanpakuto of Ichibei Ichibei from the main military department, and forcefully Pull down: "Did you misunderstand my ability?"

"Don't worry, it hurts a bit, but it will be over soon."

King Ling said in a rare and gentle way, he let Yiye lean on the hard throne, and covered his head with his big hand: "Forget what happened in this incident, and then accept what I gave you, I didn't want to be so troublesome... But this It’s all impossible.”

"It's too late." A soldier in the main army did not feel the tension of life being threatened. He lifted the swastika, and the blade held by Yuhabach turned into a limp brush tip, and he pulled it out of his palm. .

The spiritual power rushing in from the top of his head grabbed his memory, crushed it and devoured it, and let new memory pour into his mind.Everything about the brain cannot be easily touched, let alone something that violates the rules such as changing the memory.

But Yiye couldn't even speak because she was trapped.It's not that he hasn't been injured before, it's just that this injury makes him cry more than anything else, someone in his mind is constantly hitting with a hammer, and intermittently there will be a sharp, piercing pain that goes straight to the top of his head.

But compared to the pain, he felt that the lost memory was more painful.

Erase his past and weave a future for him, but it is not what he wants.

It might even take his life.

Maybe it's all fate.

Familiar names faded from my mind one by one, and people and things with deep memories became different.

Yiye gave up struggling, his light blue pupils were empty, and Ling Wang couldn't see anything from inside.

King Ling let go of his hand, and caught Yiye who fell on him.

"It's too late." Ling Wang repeated: "What you people have done is nothing more than a mayfly shaking a tree."

From the moment we first met, Ling Wang, who had never done anything, finally showed his terrifying side.

That was a completely different coercion from the Ichibei of the Bingzhubu.

When facing Ichibei of the Bingzhubu, you can also feel: Ah, if you work hard, there should be hope.However, now facing the coercion of the Spirit King, he can't afford any thoughts of resistance.

It was obviously not the first time, but I was still afraid of such a power like the first time.

Even doubt, can I succeed?Do it yourself?Will it pay off?

Could they really save him from such a horrible man?

No, they have failed.

The Spirit King's spiritual pressure overwhelmingly pressed towards them, penetrating like air, getting in from all exposed places, destroying their bodies from the inside.

Their previous struggles, perhaps in King Ling's view, were just a comedy to pass the time, meaningless.

"My son, don't look at me like this. Do you think there is any use for you to cooperate with Aizen? The two failed products are useless waste."

"Father, no, His Majesty Lingwang." Lan Ran encouraged herself to support herself under this pressure: "I didn't expect you to still remember me, it's really happy... But, I still think that you stay in this position It's better."

"What do you think? I think it's better for my Yiye to stay here. He is very obedient and can fulfill my wish for me." Ling Wang stood on a high ground and looked down at them. On the ground, I couldn't even raise my head to look at the King of Souls. The only ones who could barely stand were their relatively high-defense Taidao and Odachi, as well as Aizen and them.

"What do you think Yiye will say when he wakes up?" Ling Wang said to Lan Ran: "Then make a bet, if I guess right, I will let you go."

Aizen and Yuhabach looked at each other and nodded: "If I guess right, can you let him go?"

"As you wish, but... it depends on whether he is willing to do so."

King Ling was not at all afraid of Yiye waking up to follow them away, he was very confident in himself, enough for him to come down willingly.

"Then I'll bet: 'Father'. "

King Ling nodded, and then suddenly increased the spiritual pressure. This time, not only Fu Sangshen, but also Lan Ran and Yibingwei, the leader of the army, could not bear such a sudden increase in spiritual power, and they knelt on the ground with a plop .

Yiye was released from the restraints, and leaned against King Ling's body, gradually regaining consciousness.

"Father?" Yiye regained consciousness in his arms.He supported his chest and stood up: "Why am I here?"

"Have you enjoyed playing outside?" Ling Wang didn't answer, but asked instead: "Are you ready to take over my position?"

"Yes, father." Yiye was a little happy: "I have done everything I can... But father, you look fine, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Because I have something to do, and this position can't let me let it go."

"So, can I help you?"

"Ah."

"That's really great." Yiye's face was full of joy, and her peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, revealing the joy that anyone with a discerning eye could see.

"That's right." Ling Wang seemed to have thought of something, he moved away, and revealed the fusangshen who were kneeling behind him, who were quite embarrassed: "Do you remember them? They want to take you away Woolen cloth."

Yiye didn't look at those fusangshen, but looked at Aizen and Yuhabach who were the leaders.

Juhbach was still standing, looking up at him.

"Yuhabach? Why are you here?" Yiye asked with disdain: "Are you ready to surrender?"

"No, take you away." Juhabach looked at him and said, "Do you remember them?"

"them?"

"Your fusang gods."

"Those weak Zanpakutos?" At this moment, Yiye was finally willing to focus on Fu Sangshen: "I would never have such a sword—my sword should be the best."

"That's right, you deserve the best." Ling Wang said beside him: "This world is yours."

There seemed to be a hole in the white mask of the Spirit King, and the thick malice flowing out from it almost permeated the entire Spirit King Palace.

"The task of bringing them into the dungeon is left to you." The words of King Ling made the Fu Sangshen a little startled.

"Be careful not to kill him."

Yiye lifted his feet and stepped down the steps, walking steadily step by step, he stopped in front of Yuhabach, and looked at Yuhabach: "Please - go downstairs."

"Master!" shouted, "Don't you remember us?"

"Don't talk to me, you are not qualified."

This kind of lofty and strange posture, the haughty look down on the eyes of all living beings, they have never felt from him.

They had never really felt Yiye's strength, and after discovering that Yiye could easily control all of them, they panicked.

The Ling King didn't stop Fu Sangshen's explanation and call, and didn't even take it to heart.

He erased his memory, even the imprint of Tsurumaru on his soul was completely erased, he has forgotten the former Fusangshen.Now that there is no □□□, that one leaf is the good boy who completely trusts in himself and believes in himself wholeheartedly.

Don't worry at all.

"Master!" The anxious daggers wanted to remind Yiye of something, but Yiye didn't even bother to give them alms, and just asked the royal guards to guard them so that they would not run away.

But what puzzled him was that Aizen and Yuhabach had the ability to escape without any resistance.

He glanced at them occasionally, then tugged on his snow-white cloak.

In his opinion, Fu Sangshen, who is of low strength, should not be cared at all, while Yuhabach and Aizen were imprisoned by Tachibana Cheng into the Infernal Hell.

"Little guy, you must not become a spirit king." When Yiye was about to leave, Sanriyue sat cross-legged on the couch in the corner: "Otherwise you will regret it."

"It's my honor to be able to share the burden for my father." Yiye took back the steps he was about to leave: "I don't know where you came from, and I don't know what your purpose is, but just wanting to hinder father is enough Let you die a hundred times."

Sanri Yuezong shook his head.

Little Karasuma chuckled, he held a black crow feather, and threw it towards Yiye.

His little prince.

No roses, no wind and rain, only trust in the so-called father.

They still failed after all.

All the efforts I have made are in vain.

Just waiting here for the coming of death, maybe before that, I can see the appearance of the little prince inheriting the throne... It's just that it may not be so beautiful.

Thanks to Zongsan not here, otherwise he would probably go crazy.

It is rare for him to have fun.

"Your Highness, these are the clothes you need to wear tomorrow." Just after returning to the bedroom, I saw Shutara Senjumaru holding some Zanpakutō sword spirits and standing at the door of his room with large and small plates .

"Tomorrow? Is there anything tomorrow?"

"Your inheritance ceremony." Shutara Senjumaru replied.

She unfolded the gown with intricate patterns and layers, and the gown with the stand-up collar covered everything except the neck.Wearing this extraordinarily gorgeous dress, Yiye opened her hands in front of the mirror.

I don't know why, but when this day finally came, I was not happy at all.

Only a touch of bitterness filled the heart.

Shutara Senjumaru put the crown on his head and tied up his hair, leaving only two strands around his ears.

Wasn't that what my father looked like at the time?

Yiye looked at himself in the mirror in a daze.

"Senjumaru, do you know where my father will go when I inherit the throne?"

"I don't know."

"That's it."

He took off the crown and put it on the tray.

"Wait until tomorrow to wear it."

Let's talk about it tomorrow when I really need to wear it.

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"Tomorrow morning, the succession ceremony will be held." Although Lan Ran is not in the cell on the surface, he can still communicate with Fu Sangshen: "He is about to die."

Wearing fine clothes, wearing a crown, clinging to the scepter representing power, and dying miserably on the throne, no one will sympathize with him, and no one will avenge him.

This world is over.

"Tomorrow?" Yao Yan nodded: "In that case, it can end earlier."

They were calm, as if accepting the fact.

No one is going to stop it.

Even if the prison on the surface is unattended, the defense is only a few royal guards.

All this has been accepted.

It's useless no matter what they do.

No matter what you do, how many times you do it, the result is the same.

He will die.

Isn't this... something that can't be helped?

He trusted his father more than them.

Even if it is the kind of trust that is willing to die in his place.

Such an inescapable fate.