Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 976: Sorry, I’m late

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Blade of blood, finally reaching God.

Behind Unohana, the black mist that filled the air was suddenly cut out of a wide road.

A slender blade of bright red blood, pierced through the chest of the dark man.

However, the person holding the hilt of the sword is in a posture of bones, with strands of flesh and blood hanging on it, as terrifying as a ghost who broke free from **** and avenged the world.

That terrifying sword energy runs through thousands of meters.

Looking into the distance, the entire city and even the void, there is still a dazzling blood-colored brilliance.

Even the head of the **** was left with an astonishing crack dozens of feet wide by her last sword.

The man of darkness who turned into a monster-like posture was the first to be involved in the storm. Under the raging of thousands of fierce sword lights, he was completely smashed and turned into a pool of rotten flesh.

The rich blood color, like the rays of the sky, illuminates the entire city in red.

Everything seems to herald the battle and the end.

But in the next second, the smashed mud and rotten flesh slowly grew into a seedling-like sticky tentacle full of evil patterns.

Whoa!

Smooth tentacles, like seedlings, begin to grow and grow at an astonishing rate.

And then in the beating blood of the white bone boy hole, the sticky tentacles covered with evil patterns twisted and twisted into a man.

Identical black striped suit, as well as normal features and face.

She...is the one of darkness.

"Your sword did touch me."

The dark man raised his eyes, with a hint of indifference at the bottom of his eyes, and said, "But...and then?"

The black mist that was pierced by a sword fell with her sound, and it rolled and gathered again.

Then, she slowly stretched out her hand and grasped the blood-colored blade.

"As a human being, you really amaze me."

The man of darkness held the blade and squeezed it slowly, making a rattling sound, with a coldness on the corner of his lips: "If it's not a matter of time, maybe I'll try to contaminate you, but It's a pity..."

Before he finished speaking, a huge force suddenly erupted between the five fingers pinched together.

Bang!

The blood-condensed blade suddenly collapsed in a whimper.

Bright red blood slowly dripped onto the ground along the gap in her palm, spattering petals.

Looking at Maozhihua Baqianliu again, it has been completely reduced to a skeleton, and there is not a single bit of flesh and blood on the whole body. Even the **** ocean that flows out is only left in the dark eye socket, like a candle in the wind. of one and a half stars.

As she promised, she will never bleed.

Now...the blood is dry.

After the last **** blade was crushed, she could no longer maintain her solution.

Dan Dan's blood-colored brilliance subsided and returned to its original shallow strike style. The Zanpakutō with an amazing curvature was tightly held by Unohwa Yaqianryu, still maintaining the last-minute stance of drawing the sword.

But if you look closely, you will find that her Zanpakutō is covered with crisscrossing cracks.

The next moment, Zanpakutō slowly withered and crumbled like fallen leaves in autumn.

In the realm of souls, there is an iron law.

If the Zanpakutō is damaged in a **** state, it means that it will never be fully repaired.

At the same time, if the **** dissipates against the master's will in the state of swastika, it means that the holder of the Zanpakutō is inevitably about to die.

Blooming blood flowers, now withered and about to wither.

The last bit of consciousness that remained in the depths of her mind was the promise to protect her and Lorde, so even if she turned into a ghost like this, she still Maintain the last-minute posture.

"Humans...heh, what an interesting race."

The dark man's eyes were cold, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Then, she slowly put down her hands, walked past the white bones, and stepped directly into the ruins.

She has no interest in a dying person, nor does she bother to waste it.

Anyway... throw it here and you'll die soon.

The most important thing right now is to get back what she once lost.

The man of darkness came to the ruins, waved his hand, and black mist spewed out, cleaning up the accumulated ruins and opening up a path.

Although the collection hall has been turned into ruins, there are still many valuable treasures in it. It is all thanks to the eight thousand flowers of Unohwa who stopped the group of greedy mercenaries and slaves.

She's not aiming for that, though.

The dark man walked step by step, ignoring the treasures scattered around him, enough to make countless people jealous.

Finally, her eyes narrowed slightly and she stopped in front of a falling book.

On the black book cover, there are two gilded words - "Bible"!

"Hehe, found it."

The man of darkness picked up the Bible, opened it casually, and a piece of yellow paper the size of a slap fell.

With two fingers, I easily pinched the yellow paper that was falling from the air, brought it to my eyes, and looked at it carefully.

It was a very rough piece of paper, dark yellow in color, with obvious signs of tearing at the edges and corners. It was obviously a small piece of paper that had been torn artificially from a complete paper. Segment words.

The black child hole moved along the handwriting, as if there was something very important written on it, so she refused to let go of the slightest bit.

"Tsk...what a sly old thing."

A moment later, the man of darkness squeezed the yellow paper tightly, his face full of anger, and gritted his teeth: "It's hidden in so many places, no wonder I haven't found it after so many years of searching!"

Smooth tentacles covered with evil patterns erupted from her body again, this time in more numbers.

All the tentacles are waving in a twisted manner, like a giant that stirs the wind and clouds, causing countless waves of the black mist to slap the surrounding void, showing how angry she is now.

You must know that even Unohana's obstruction was not as angry as she was.

"Forget it, let's go there and meet some of it."

The dark man sneered, looked up at the head of the god, and said, "Hehe, I finally found it!"

When the voice fell, she turned into a cloud of black mist, rushed out of the head of the gods, and then moved towards the chaotic star field in the depths of the realm of knowledge ~IndoMTL.com~.

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In the crumbling ruins, the space jolted violently, and then was suddenly torn apart.

The next moment, a figure with killing intent suddenly stepped out of the broken space, and his eyes locked on the flower of Mao who had turned into a bone.

"Strong..."

The person here is Lord, who got out of trouble.

But when he saw the appearance of Mao Zhihua, his heart twitched instantly, the child hole shrank to the tip of the needle, and an uncontrollable anger spurted out of his chest, filling the entire head of the **** with the violent spiritual pressure. .

Lord came to the flower of the 卯花, raised his hand and touched the face of the bones.

It's cold, like winter's ice, enough to soak through the skin, bone-piercing cold.

As if feeling his breath, Unoka Yachiryu slowly lowered the hilt of his sword and leaned against his arms without support.

Lord's angry eyes flashed with distress, and he said softly, "I'm sorry... I'm late."