[Death] Empty Cicada

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Ichimaru Gin avoided many fallen guards, easily passed through the destroyed gate, and stepped onto the spiral corridor of the Palace of Confessions.

He walked slowly through the long corridor, and at the highest point of the Confession Palace, he saw the person in his memory.

He lightly placed the palm of his hand on the iron fence made of pure white murderous stone, and the extremely high and dense iron fence was covered by a white spirit membrane, instantly turning into countless fragments.

"The ghost way given by Captain Aizan is really useful."

He looked at Liuyuan Jingqi, whom he hadn't seen in 26 years, and a hesitant expression appeared on his face. The noise from the outside world didn't seem to affect Jing Qi's emotions at all. His pale body lay flat on the stone bed, elongated. His black hair was messy covering his forehead.

Ichimaru Gin suppressed the trivial emotions in his heart, and smiled unscrupulously as usual.

"What should I say, long time no see? Jing Qi."

Liuyuan Jingqi seemed to have finally reacted, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he opened his dark blue eyes, and then stared at him with a sight that Ichimaru Gin was not familiar with.

Different from the gentleness and kindness of the past, it seems to be mixed with a faint sternness and indifference. This kind of look makes Shimaru Gin recall all kinds of pictures in the past, even deep in his memory. He suddenly didn't know what to say about the scene when he was hugging his shoulders.

Liuyuan Jingqi watched as Ichimaru Gin quickly destroyed the prison settings of the Confession Palace.

"Long time no see, Silver."

"How did you get here?"

Since Jing Qi broke into the maggot lair, Room 46 has been trying to execute the last heir of the Zhengong Temple family as soon as possible, but because of the obstruction of various forces of the Shinigami Thirteen, neither the death penalty nor release, everyone Get ready for Liuyuan Jingqi to be imprisoned indefinitely.

"Thanks to the new traveler, especially a kid named Kurosaki."

"You must have felt his spiritual pressure, how is it, isn't it good?"

Jing Qi frowned slightly, he didn't understand why Yin said that, maybe this kind of spiritual pressure is very good in the present world, but in Goutei Shisanfan, the strength of such spiritual pressure is only equivalent to the most ordinary Shinigami. This kind of power just wants to do something, it's just a dream.

I'm afraid it has something to do with Aizen's messy plans.

"What are you doing in this world here?"

"Half a month ago, Rukia was imprisoned in the Palace of Repentance for the felony of transferring the power of the god of death. Tomorrow is the day of execution. Of course, they will break into the Jingling Court for the life of their good friend."

"Although it is a felony to divert the power of the god of death...the death penalty is not enough, is Room 46 delirious?"

Jing Qi looked at the unchanging smile on Ichimaru Gin's face, and thought of his bad personality, everyone has their own reasons for doing things, and

Yin is a complete exception, just like he doesn't know what purpose Yin is with Aizen now.

"Room 46 really has no brains, otherwise it wouldn't have been wiped out by Captain Aizen and us~ If they had trusted Urahara Kisuke more, our plan wouldn't have gone so smoothly."

Yin stepped forward, pulled out the Zanpakuto, cut off the shackles on his hands with one knife, Yin stretched out his hand to hold the red ring on Jing Qi's neck, looked carefully, with a serious look on his face, "This thing seems to be made of special materials. Made it, I can’t open it, Saar Apollo in the virtual circle may have a way.”

"Or...just keep this, it looks good on you."

"After taking me out, I naturally have a way."

"Ah... I forgot that Jing Qi's power is different from before."

"...Ai Ran's Reiatsu has reached the Hill of Two Deaths, what is he doing?"

"He's saying goodbye to everyone." Yin leaned over and whispered in Jing Qi's ear.

"What's so funny?" Ye Yi pressed a short blade against Lan Ran's neck. The captain of Jingling Court had already surrounded Lan Ran and his party. She couldn't say it was safe, but she wanted to see how Lan Ran escaped. .

"Ah... sorry, time is up."

This must be Aizen's most sincere smile in the past hundreds of years. He felt that even Mako Hirako was not as happy as she is now when she was blurred. People will get tired of acting for hundreds of years.

He started planning before entering Mao, and now he has finally completed the first step.

A circular film of light fell from the sky and hit the ground like a thunderbolt. Aizen was still smiling, but no one could touch him again.

"Damn! Do you want to escape?!"

"Shooting field, don't get close to the anti-membrane, that is what Daxu used to save his family." Captain Yamamoto looked at this familiar anti-membrane. Anyone who has fought against Daxu knows how powerful it is, but he It's unimaginable that Lan Ran, as the god of death, cooperates with those ignorant ghosts.

"After being covered by the light film, the inside and outside of the light can no longer touch."

Fu Zhu looked up at Lan Ran, and questioned, "It's actually reached the point of joining hands with Daxu, what is it for?"

"In order to pursue a higher realm." Aizen replied lightly.

"You've fallen, Aizen!"

"Fuzhu, you are too arrogant."

Because of your self-esteem and arrogance, Zhibo Haiyan has come to where she is today.

"No one stands in heaven from the beginning, neither do you, neither do I, even God."

Aizen looked at the captains of the gods of death who were like ants. This kind of overlooking seemed to be very suitable for him from the beginning.

"But this unbearable slack in the constellation is coming to an end."

"From now on, let me stand in the sky."

He crushed the dark brown frame, and the heavy glasses turned into powder and drifted away in the wind. Aizen's smile disappeared, replaced by an imposing manner that cannot be ignored. The self-cultivation is mixed together, and the aura is naturally exuded.

Aizen might still smile, but the wide and refined smile of the past will no longer appear.

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