A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Chapter 453 Void: Underworld God! (end)

Everything is reduced to ashes!

The moment the sound fell, the monster was surrounded by strange bright red flames.

The surging blood-red flames, like an endless torrent, spewed out from its body crazily, just like the familiar picture before, igniting every corner of the line of sight.

But it is different from the high temperature that comes with the blade like fire, and the explosive flame that burns everything into ashes.

The blood-red flames it releases are not scorching hot from the senses, they just look like flames, and in fact there is even a trace of coldness.

"I like it, your strength."

The monster stretched out his hand to stir up a ray of blood-red flame, let it dance happily at his fingertips, and said with a grin: "Human, abandon your body, and feel with us, great, let's evolve."

Lord frowned and didn't answer it.

From the beginning, this guy could only imitate other people's speech, but now he can speak by himself, and it even becomes smoother and smoother, which seems to indicate that its evolution is getting closer and closer to a perfect state.

If it continues to evolve, it's hard to believe to what extent it will reach.

"Human, tell me your answer."

The monster showed a strong interest in Lord, and wanted to pull him into the evolution it said.

"Forgive me for refusing!"

Lord let out a heavy breath, and ignited all the remaining spiritual pressure in his body.

"What a pity......"

There was a trace of regret on the monster's face, and he sighed regretfully as if he was looking at a dead person. Then he put his right hand on his lower abdomen, and bowed gracefully and slowly. Before you, please allow me to introduce myself, my name is...Wilbur Watson, Hereditary Viscount of the Watson family."

"impossible!"

Lord's brain buzzed, and he blurted out: "How could you... be Wilbur Watson?!"

"Why not?"

There was a sneer on Wilbur Watson's face: "People always choose to believe what they believe, but they are not willing to believe the truth, just like you think I can't be Wilbur Watson, but I am Wilbur Watson, that's a fact of life."

Lord had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what the problem was.

"It's okay, you'll understand soon."

Wilbur Watson smiled evilly, and said quietly: "After you join us, you will be one of us, and then you will also be Wilbur Watson, and I will also be Wilbur Watson, everyone is Wilbur Watson!"

boom!

These words were like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and Lord suddenly woke up!

The speculation about Wilbur Watson, as well as all the previous clues, suddenly surfaced at this moment, and the truth is already in front of us!

"Have you guessed it?"

Wilbur Whateley smiled darkly: "But unfortunately, it's too late!"

boom!

I saw the surrounding ground cracking suddenly, as if being trampled by thousands of troops.

The entire hotel was shaking violently. Lord's face changed slightly, and Wilbur Watson's figure was reflected in his pupils, rushing forward surrounded by endless bloody flames, as if tens of thousands of giant war beasts were rushing towards him. .

Eight Thousand Streams · Swordsmanship · Underworld!

Lord injected all the spiritual pressure into this sword, with the belief that death is at home.

The jet-black spiritual pressure was condensed into a single point, and then gradually spread into blackness all over the sky, causing the entire atmosphere and even the space to vibrate, and the sharp-edged sword made a shocking blow, as if it wanted to split the world in front of it. !

The blade collided with the fist, and fierce flames splashed!

Domineering aftermath waves rippled out, covering the entire hall like mercury, plowing the already broken ground!

when~

Lord used the blade of his sword to remove the strength of his fist, then took a deep breath, and the sword in his hand cut out an afterimage in an instant.

Sword shadows filled the sky, falling like a torrential rain.

Eight thousand streams of swordsmanship are brought into full play by him at this moment!

In an instant of almost one thousandth of a second, Lord fused thousands of slashes into one sword. After the shadows of the sword scattered and reunited, they turned into a mighty sword light and fell, slashing the sky and the earth. To Wilbur Watson.

puff!

The mighty sword was so powerful that it tore through Wilbur Watson's chest.

If it was replaced by other normal creatures, this kind of injury is fatal enough, but for the monster in front of him, this level of wound can be recovered in just one breath, and it is not even as good as a human being hitting a toe. Seriously.

"It's useless, it's useless, it's useless..."

Wilbur Watson laughed ferociously, smashing the layers of sword light in front of him abruptly.

It's disgusting enough...

Lord cursed secretly in his heart, and hurriedly stepped away.

This ghost thing can't be killed, and hitting it will cause it to evolve. I really don't know how to solve it!

Wilbur Watson saw Lord's retreating direction, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

As soon as he landed, Lord felt something was wrong.

A damp, greasy, cold and strange feeling suddenly spread upward from the soles of the feet, and moved through the limbs at an alarming speed.

When he looked down, he found that it was the sticky plasma from before.

The bright red slurry, as thick as asphalt, seeped out from the broken ground, permeated the ground like mercury, invaded his body along the soles of his feet, and rampaged like countless ants and insects!

Most of the spiritual pressure was absorbed in an instant!

Lord's face turned pale in an instant, his whole body became sluggish, and his physical strength declined rapidly and disappeared.

"It's a pity, you probably didn't notice it." Wilbur Watson said triumphantly, "Before I suffered your flame attack, I divided part of my blood into the ground. It's just to get your attention."

"Now, join us!"

Wilbur Watson raised his hands high, manipulating the burning bloody flames, roaring and drowning Lord!

The bloody flame is not scorching hot, but it is extremely cold.

All kinds of negative emotions surged wildly, as if the flames were ignited in his heart, constantly impacting his brain.

One after another, shrill howls sounded, as if there were countless shrill ghosts tearing and devouring his soul.

"Sink into it, into the darkness!"

"Join us and embark on the path of divine evolution!"

"Only the supreme venerable can guide us to live forever and escape from the flesh and blood hell of death!"

Countless large transparent hands stretched out from the darkness, wrapped him like branches, and then dragged him into the endless abyss.

"Success!"

Wilbur Watson's eyes flickered, and he licked his tongue greedily: "With this man's soul, my plan will soon come true, true immortality... the true journey to God The road can finally be opened!"

"Hey, bastard over there."

The bright red flames were torn apart by the violent spiritual pressure. Lord, who was covered with a white mask, slowly raised his violent eyes, and Senhan's murderous aura filled the whole space in an instant: "Without my consent, you can Just plug in anyone, have you asked my opinion?"

Wilbur Watson subconsciously took two steps back, suddenly feeling a lingering chill in his heart.

This feeling has not been experienced for a long time since it evolved. It is a feeling of fear that can only be experienced in the human period, and it is so deep and dignified, as if branded in the depths of the soul!

"It's been a long time... I haven't breathed fresh air."

'Lord' grinned and said: "I hope you can hold on for a while, I don't want to go back so soon.