Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 903: God hanging · Floating bamboo 14 Lang (1)

Empathy, shame, death, love...

The sad and euphemistic women's drama finally came to an end.

The gray and dark world gradually collapsed, and a ray of light was cast in, diluting the atmosphere of despair and sadness.

Jingle Chunshui lowered his eyes weakly, and the white spiritual silk thread lingering around his fingers gradually scattered and withered in the wind, like a lover and love that had long been irreversible.

At the moment when the veil of doom fell, the sin of greed Mammon passed away.

The bloated body, covered with golden ornaments and dripping with disgusting fat, turned into countless pieces of meat in a blink of an eye. It's the same as when you're scattered with stacked blocks.

The blood was dripping like a drizzle, and it converged into a stream on the broken streets.

I'm afraid Mammon didn't even think that he would be the second Demon King to leave the stage.

Among the countless pieces of meat that were cut into squares, Mamen's eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief, as if unable to believe what happened.

It seems to be saying silently...Why am I the one who died?

Obviously Samael is weaker, obviously it is easier to kill Samael, obviously it is easier to choose.

But why...choose him?

Mammon was completely incomprehensible, and could only return to her own **** with deep doubts and unwillingness.

Huhuhu...

A gust of cool wind blew, awakening Samuel, who was still in a daze.

Jingle Chunshui did not contain any emotion, and the eyes like a cold and sullen wind instantly penetrated the heart of this devil.

"Ah... ah!"

I saw that He suddenly fought a cold war, his hair stood upright, like a frightened animal, and he subconsciously took a few steps back. When he realized it, Samuel suddenly felt a burst of humiliation.

He is the sin of wrath, the devil in charge of hell!

But now, being frightened into this state by a mere human being, this is simply a great shame!

"I'm actually...willed by a human..."

The fists were clenched tightly, and the scorching air was sprayed from the mouth and nose, and the extinguished fire of anger rekindled. deep humiliation.

"You are strong, human!"

Samael had to admit that the human in front of him was very strong.

If it is only him, then the last one who survives must be this human being, not his Samael.

"But it's a pity...you lost!" Samuel let out a long sigh, picked up the heavy jet-black spear, and said solemnly: "In order to show my respect for you, I will give you bring your soul back to **** and make you my slave."

Any strong man deserves his respect.

Different from the bad tastes of several other demon kings, Samuel likes to collect the souls of the strong. In the **** of rage he controls, the souls of countless strong men are imprisoned, and they are forever fighting in rage.

In His eyes, this is the supreme glory and destination of a strong man.

"Oh... sorry..."

Jingle Chunshui was extremely reluctant, raised his heavy eyes, and said weakly: "I don't plan to... jump to another place... Corpse Soul Realm... It's me. The final destination."

"Unfortunately, human beings, the choice is not yours."

The sin of rage Samuel's eyes flickered, and in a half-sarcastic, half-sneering tone, he said, "Besides, with your current situation, even moving a finger is probably an extravagant hope, right?"

"Ah, I was actually seen through by you."

Although Jingle Chunshui's tone was still frivolous, the bitterness on his face could not stop.

As Samuel said, under the condition that he was seriously injured, he desperately exhausted the last drop of spiritual power, and with the heart of Huatian Kuanggu Heisong, he reluctantly replaced a demon king.

Perhaps the actual situation is even worse than Samael thought.

"Don't worry, human."

The Valley of the Valley

Samael grinned and walked towards Jingle Chunshui, with a fiery flame all over his body: "You will be free soon, at least until you close your eyes, you won't see the destruction of the Soul Society by me. ."

After all, it's... is it over?

Jingle Chunshui lowered her eyes and sighed silently in her heart.

"Although I know it's impossible for you to move, but..."

Samael grinned with a sly smile and said, "For the sake of safety, I'll just stand here and kill you in the safest way, so as not to be **** off by you at the end."

"Hehe, you really... look up to me."

The last hope in Jingle Chunshui's eyes dissipated, and his heart was speechless and sad.

For a moment, I don't know whether to say that the other party respects him, or that the other party is so cautious that there is no way to survive?

"Fire of anger, burn!"

Samael's palm ignited a fierce flame, and then suddenly threw it at Jingle Chunshui.

Phew—!

The huge flame is like a fireball, smashing with terrifying heat.

The ruins and ground along the way even in the high temperature, showing a tendency to almost become glass sand, and the air is even more distorted by the fireball.

This time, it's really coming to an end...

Jingle Chunshui was full of despair and slowly closed his eyes.

The last thought in his mind now is to hope that Lord Spirit King, or the reinforcements, can hurry back.

Otherwise, the vast world of corpses, with tens of millions of souls, would all be brutally murdered by Samael.

"Oh, it's not your style to give up so soon."

A soft and gentle voice suddenly rang in his ears.

What followed was a very familiar, herbal scent.

"This voice..."

Jingle Chunshui suddenly opened his eyes.

The pure white feathers fluttered in the wind, the long pale hair undulating, and the big 'thirteen' on the feathers caught his eyes~IndoMTL.com~ All the waves and turned into my shields; all thunder light. Become my blade - Pisces! "

The gentle voice sounded again, but I saw the man with long white hair that was as warm as jade, holding a long knife like shark fins in both hands, wearing a long white gown and fluttering, like a banished immortal. .

The next moment, the incoming fireball suddenly disappeared.

Samael's eyes widened suddenly, and before he could understand what was going on, a larger fireball roared.

It's too fast, too fast, too hasty!

So much so that He didn't have time to dodge at all, so he could only reluctantly throw a punch and take the fireball.

Boom! ! !

At the moment of the collision, it was like an explosion of millions of tons of explosives.

The deafening roar set off a rolling shock wave, the huge fireball collapsed and scattered into countless sparks, and the terrifying high temperature was released wantonly, causing the temperature within a radius of hundreds of meters to rise sharply, and the spirits near the ruins were all dead.

Countless moisture in the air is evaporated into mist by the high temperature.

It rises above the streets and ruins, surging like a cloud of mist from a distance.

After the smoke cleared, Samuel's arm was scorched black, looking rather embarrassed, staring at the white figure fiercely: "There is another... Lucifer, that guy, not a corpse soul. Are there only two captains in the world?!"

"It seems that his information is out of date."

A gentle and jade-like man walked out of the smoke, and said lightly: "I'm the captain of the thirteenth division, Shiro Ukitake, my friend Jingle Chunshui, thanks to your care, next... Make me your opponent."