Chapter 362 Aizen’s Swastika

Chapter 362 Aizen’s Swastika

Chapter 362 Aizen’s Swastika

Amid the storm of spiritual pressure, Aizen looked back at the battlefield in the distance, but because the distance was too far and his vision was blocked by the sea of ​​sand raised by the impact, he could not see anything.

But he still spoke calmly, "This is the difference between us. I trust my friend, so I won't lose my composure."

"Friends?"

Kenpachi Zaraki looked at Aizen strangely, "A lizard like you who lurks in the shadows, do you also have the concept of friends?"

"How rude, Captain Zaraki. I have never lurked in the shadows, and everyone has friends. If you don't have any friends you can truly interact with, then I can only say that you are really pitiful."

Aizen said with a smile, and at the same time flashed to a place not far from Kenpachi Zaraki, "Hado No. 91. Black Coffin."

The powerful spiritual pressure almost distorted reality. A huge black coffin rose from the ground and wrapped up Kenpachi Zaraki.

But in the next moment, the black coffin shattered due to the fusion and conflict of the spirit particles, and it was as fragile as a rotten coffin.

Kenpachi Zaraki stood in the whirlwind, his long hair dancing, his expression cold, "Aizen Sosuke, your arrogance will make you see the corpse of your friend."

"Arrogant? Captain Zeljoro, your mission should be to keep me here, right? But you want to use words to urge me to help Lu Jun. Is this a sign of cowardice or arrogance?"

As Aizen spoke, he used the Kyoka Suigetsu slash. This simple attack coupled with the extremely strong spiritual pressure was enough to cause the sea of ​​sand to roll back and the sky and earth to change color.

He walked in the rain-like attack of Kenpachi Zaraki, not looking embarrassed, but rather walking gracefully, "Mr. Lu said that he wants to make a decision with his old rival alone, so I will not disturb him, even if I am the one who collects his body in the end."

"Does this count as friendship?"

Kenpachi Zaraki taunted.

"Captain Zaraki, do you know what it means to truly make friends?"

Aizen stepped forward to meet the onslaught, speaking in a measured and unhurried manner.

"I'm not interested in."

Kenpachi Zaraki said coldly, he just wanted to seize Aizen's weakness and quickly kill this young man with terrifying talent. As long as Aizen died, even if he fulfilled his promise with the Soul Singer, he could quickly destroy the Hueco Mundo.

The five Vastodes could not stop him in this state at all, and he would be able to clear them out quickly after entering the Xuye Palace.

"That's why I said you're pitiful. But I have no right to say that to Captain Zaraki. After all, I only slowly figured it out over the years."

Aizen said with emotion, "Lu Jun once told me that to truly make friends, one must have the mindset of a strong person."

"Strong thinking?"

Kenpachi Zaraki was a little curious. Except for his Zanpakutō's Bankai, Uryu Takuryu, he never got too close to anyone, and he also believed that in order to fulfill his dream, it had nothing to do with having friends or not.

But for some reason, when he saw the young Grim Reaper in front of him who was as talented as himself, or even more talented than him, he was curious about the other person's inner world.

Although they all possess unparalleled talents, they have embarked on a path that runs counter to the traditional concept of the God of Death. Because of their differences in personal ideals, they begin a life-and-death duel within the Hueco Mundo.

He wanted to know, why did a man like Aizen Sosuke still need friends?

What use is having friends to his ideals and plans?
"True friendship requires mutual respect in spirit. I just need to do my part, and that's all."

Aizen said, "As for the rest, Lu Jun's part, only he can do it. This is spiritual respect."

He slashed through the sea of ​​sand as he moved forward, "It's not mutual use, nor is it a transaction, nor is it a relationship between superiors and subordinates, so I won't help him."

"What a ridiculous statement! Just because you respect him, does it matter if he dies?"

Kenpachi Zaraki spoke in a low voice, but he was a little shaken inside.

"That's right. Lu Jun has made up his mind. It would be an insult to him to snatch his opponent away."

A genuine smile appeared on Aizen's face, "And I just need to trust him."

"Believe? Words like trust, coming from a man like you, really confuse me."

Kenpachi Zaraki said as he attacked Aizen, "In my opinion, no one in this world is worthy of trust."

"It seems like we should have a lot of common topics..."

As Aizen spoke, he faced the storm, his hand brushing across his forehead and pushing his drooping bangs back, and his entire demeanor changed.

The warmth on his body completely disappeared, replaced by a sharp and clean look. The contours of his face also looked more angular because of the modification of his hairstyle.

As he took a step, his spiritual pressure surged again, and he spoke at the same time, "…But unfortunately, I already have friends who can rely on each other."

Under the shocked gaze of Kenpachi Zaraki, Aizen held the Kagami Suigetsu upside down in his hand, "Bankai - Glass Illusionary World!"

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When the music of the soul plays in the sky, the song of death echoes in the sky.

Lu Li's figure flashed in the air at a very fast speed, but he was unable to avoid the attacks of the Soul Singer. Facing these newly emerged strange notes, he had no choice but to use the Demon Prisoner to slash at them when he was trapped, trying to break through head-on.

Just after the demon prisoner Duanchao chopped a musical note into pieces with a sword, something strange happened. He did not encounter the expected soul particle explosion. After the musical note was shattered, it turned into fluorescent dots, like an untouchable substance, and came into his eyes.

The passive effect of the Clear Heart bloodline was triggered instantly, saving him from being controlled, but those images still rushed into his "field of vision".

This feeling is very strange, like looking at the world through a transparent screen. On the screen are memories of the past, and these images are accompanied by sounds that go straight into the mind.

If it weren't for the effect of the Purifying Heart bloodline, he would have been pulled into the illusionary world of memory by now. However, even if the control effect was avoided, the images and sounds still existed, giving him a feeling of being there.

Fortunately, he was born with a keen combat intuition, and even though he was confused by these images and sounds, he did not stop, but tried his best to break through and dodge the encirclement of these soul notes.

Because Lu Li discovered that after breaking these soul notes, he would only see some images and hear sounds, but if he was hit directly by these soul notes, not only would various scenes appear, but his soul would also suffer powerful magical damage.

If it weren't for his recovery skill that could automatically restore health without consuming mana, and the passive skill of the Vermillion Gauntlets that restored health faster the more blood lost, allowing him to maintain a strange balance, he would probably have died long ago.

But even with this amazing combination, if he relaxes and is hit by continuous notes, he will definitely fall below the limit and be killed by the soul singer. The most troublesome thing is that because of the absolute damage ability of the soul singer's holy words, even the notes that are cut by himself will cause him some damage. With the accumulation of various damages, as long as he is surrounded by more than ten notes, he is basically declared dead.

Under such intense and high-frequency attack and defense, the scenes that appeared before his eyes were densely intertwined, and the sounds were intertwined into his ears. Although they did not directly control his mind, this physical output of sound and picture also caused him considerable impact.

"Ali, you stole the rice again, didn't you?!"

In the scene, the master opened the door with a rolling pin in his hand, and the rolling pin in his hand seemed to be hitting Lu Li head-on. In fact, he was indeed hit on the head at that time.

Although he knew that he should not be distracted during a battle, Lu Li's eyes still sore when he saw these deeply dug out memory images.

He didn't know the principle of the soul singer's ability, but these soul notes seemed to only reflect the soul memory of his target. The soul singer himself could not see this side of the "mirror". Only he, the person who was hit, could see the contents of these notes.

This is probably one of the few shortcomings of the opponent's ability. Based on Lu Li's previous experience when he was attacked, he found that the deeper the memory, the more damage it would cause to him.

Since the soul singer does not know the contents of the memory fragments contained in these notes, it is impossible for him to know which one is the most important to him, and even analysis is impossible.

It is also because of this that the Soul Singer cannot use the most deadly memory fragment to kill him.

"I asked you to do horse stance, is this how you do it? Get off your senior sister!"

In the scene, the master is scolding the three-year-old Lu Li. At that time, Lu Li was lazy and rode on his senior sister who was also lazy and lying on the ground to catch up on her sleep. Because there was something supporting his crotch, he actually did not get any exercise at all.

What followed was a round of beatings, and both he and his senior sister, who was three or four years older than him, were beaten up.

"Ah Li, look, this New Year's money is too heavy for you, how about I keep it for you?"

In the picture, a girl-like senior sister squatted in front of him with a smile on her face, stretching out her hand to coax her New Year's money.

Obviously, the master was extremely poor, but he still gave them both New Year's money. Even though the few cents he got were not enough to buy a meat bun, Lu Li was still very happy for a long time.

He remembered that in the end his New Year's money was still swindled away by his senior sister, but later she used the money they pooled together to buy a meat bun on the street and told him to have a bite, and he ate it all in one bite.

Although he was hit on the head by his senior sister's iron fist, he still remembered that the bun was delicious.

"Ali, I'm sorry, it's thin porridge again today. Our martial arts school is not doing well."

The picture shows a dilapidated but not dirty wooden table. The master is sitting opposite with an apologetic look on his face. "I was thinking about selling some of the collections in the warehouse to see if anyone wants them. After all, you are still growing up."

"Tsk, Master, who wants your little book these days? I heard people in the city say that they are watching holographic projections now."

The senior sister complained at the dinner table, and after taking two mouthfuls of rice, she pushed the bowl in front of Lu Li, "I'm full. I've gained some weight recently, so it's a good time to lose weight."

In the picture, you can see two small hands quickly reaching out and hugging the bowl tightly, "Sister, you have gained weight. You can see that you have fat on your chest. Let me help you reduce the burden!"

"Ali, it looks like you need to stretch your muscles!"

The senior sister said viciously, if she hadn't been concerned about the master watching and that it was at the dinner table, she would have probably overturned the table and hit someone.

Even though he had suffered severe injuries in the battle, Lu Li still smiled knowingly when he saw this scene.

"Shut up!"

In the picture, little Lu Li was biting a big mushroom, and at the end of the mushroom was the hand of the senior sister, pulling hard, "Ah Li, are you a fool? Master said that wild mushrooms cannot be eaten carelessly!"

With a bang, the mushroom was torn apart. Little Lu Li fell to the ground and ignored his senior sister's reminder. He chewed the mushroom twice and swallowed it.

Lu Li remembered that the result was that he lay in bed for a day after being poisoned. After he recovered, he was beaten up by his master and senior sister.

In an extremely fast step, Lu Li dodged and swung his sword again, shattering a soul note that was attacking him.

The picture exploded again, the new picture covered the old picture, and there were repeated shadows behind it, and the sounds were intertwined and very chaotic.

If it weren't for his inhuman mental power, if an ordinary person saw these flashing images, it would just be like a distorted image and disordered sound fused together. However, it is precisely because of his extremely high mental power that he has gained extremely high information processing capabilities.

Not only can he read and catch up quickly in this space, his brain also automatically processes the images and sounds, and combined with his original memories, the images are so clear and the sounds are so beautiful.

"Agui, Ali, I'm here to teach you some footwork today, watch carefully..."

In the picture, the master is standing on the land outside, and his body begins to move backwards, revealing a sense of elegance.

"Master!"

Little Lu Li yelled.

"Don't make such a fuss. As long as you work hard, you can learn such a graceful step..."

Before the master could finish his words, he was tripped by a rock behind him and fell on his back.

The girl-like senior sister stood by and sighed, "A-Li is trying to remind you that you have a stone..."

The master scratched his head after getting up and smiled awkwardly, "Just now I was teaching you to always observe the environment during the battle, and to demonstrate to you the consequences of not paying attention to the venue."

"I see, Master is so amazing!"

The way that little Lu Li worshipped.

But the senior sister didn't give him face, "It's obvious that you fell down by yourself, but you still tried to hold on..."

Thus, the early morning footwork teaching began with the bickering and playfulness among the three masters and apprentices.

At this time, while Lu Li was rushing forward to kill the soul singer's body, he was hit by another soul note. Because of the interference of these images and sounds, Lu Li's perception of time weakened.

The moment he broke another note, the mask on his face shattered, and there was an obvious bloodstain under his eye socket.

The time for virtualization has come, he has lost the power of the watt-level virtual forever, and his attributes have dropped sharply.

When the soul singer thought the battle was finally over, an even more violent power suddenly erupted from Lu Li.

(End of this chapter)