Yan Si stood on the edge of the cliff, and the wind surged up from Volcanic Crater below.
He lowered his head and looked at the Gates of Hell lying quietly in the center of the whirlpool.
The door is made up of skeletons, and the bones are intertwined, like countless hands holding together.
The skull on the door frame opened and closed its mouth, screaming silently.
It lay there like a corpse waiting to be awakened.
Yan Si Raise your right hand, spread your fingers, and align your palm with the center of the vortex below.
Reishi gathered in the palm of his hand, which came from his own body.
Those Reishi compressed and spun in his palm.
"Hadō #88..."
His voice was not high, but it spread far above the empty Volcanic Crater.
"Hiryū Gekizoku Shinten Raihō."
Boom! A beam of light burst out from the palm of my hand, and a pillar was so bright that in the dark red world, it looked like a torn open wound, stuffed into the deepest part of Hell.
The beam of light rushed straight downward.
Then it slowed down.
It's not that it's slowing down, it's that it's caught by something.
It was like an invisible hand stretched out from the mud, grabbed the tail of the beam, pulled it back, pulled it down, and dragged it deeper.
The speed of the beam changed from meteor to falling rock to creeping.
It's moving forward, still moving forward.
But for every inch of progress, the price will be paid ten times or a hundred times.
Yan Si's eyes narrowed.
The beam of light is getting slower and darker, like a lit candle struggling in the wind.
It's close to Gates of Hell.
Three meters, one meter. Stopped.
The beam stopped in front of Gates of Hell, like a frozen icicle.
It was still glowing, but the light stopped spreading out and was suppressed by something.
Then it fell apart.
For a few seconds, it was clean and nothing was left.
Yan Si's brows moved.
He changed his hand.
Sayafushi was pulled out from the palm of his left hand. The blade was slender and glowed coldly under the dark red light.
He pointed the tip of the knife downward at Gates of Hell.
The red and black light gathered at the tip of the knife, starting from the tip of the knife, spreading to all directions, circle by circle, layer by layer, and finally condensed into a ball as big as a fist in front of the tip of the knife.
"Cero."
Yan Si's voice was very soft. The red and black laser shot out from the tip of the knife. It twisted and struggled in the air, as if something was pulling its tail from behind to prevent it from rushing forward.
It passes where Hadō stopped.
There is still... half a meter away from Gates of Hell.
Stopped.
Red and black lasers hung in mid-air.
It trembled and struggled, made a sizzling sound, and then dispersed.
Like Hadō, after five seconds, nothing is left.
Yan Si Change Sayafushi to your left hand, hold it upside down, with the tip of the knife facing down.
Raise your right hand, with the index and middle fingers hooked up like a bow, the knuckles are raised and the fingertips are white.
Sayafushi's blade began to glow, and a very pure blue light emerged from the blade and spread to both sides.
A bow.
A blue bow unfolds from the blade of Sayafushi. The bow string is an extremely thin light, which is stretched so tightly that it makes a buzzing sound when touched lightly.
A Reishi light arrow is placed on the bowstring.
Yan Si's fingers loosened.
Bang!
The air exploded in a circle of white ripples the moment he released his fingers, the rock under his feet cracked into several fine lines, and gravel flew around.
The light arrow shot out.
One second it was still on the bowstring, and the next second it was in front of Gates of Hell.
Half a meter, it stopped at half a meter.
Instead of advancing to half a meter, start at half a meter.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
It took ten seconds for it to completely dissipate.
Yan Si put the bow away. Shinigami's power, virtual power, Quincy's power, three powers, three attack methods, three results.
Hadō was blocked one meter away, Cero stopped half a meter away, and Quincy's arrow also stopped half a meter away.
He has touched the threshold.
Now, it's time to use the last one.
Yan Si waved his right hand in the air.
The red and black breath came out of his body, it was Soul Power.
It is those things that he has refined and transcended the three power systems and belong only to himself.
There was electric light flashing in the red-black aura.
Not golden thunder, not blue arc, but black lightning.
Those lightning bolts jumped around his body, twining and exploding, tearing open tiny holes in the air.
His foot stepped lightly on the rock.
The rock exploded, splashing around, and cracks spread in all directions from the stepping point. His figure disappeared.
One second he was still on the cliff, and the next second he was standing in front of Gates of Hell.
One meter away.
The black mud was surging, the Roar, stretching out countless invisible hands, trying to grab him, stop him, and push him back.
The pulling force came from all directions, like countless ropes tied to his body, like countless hands holding his clothes, it seemed that the entire weight of Hell was pressing on his shoulders.
His bones were ringing, making creaking and friction sounds, like an old wooden door being blown by the wind.
Fine cracks appeared on the skin, which were lines squeezed out by pressure.
Yan Si did not return.
He stretched out his left hand and took out something from his trouser pocket.
Soul Power Bead.
The billions of souls that he refined are still sleeping in this little bead.
He glanced at the bead, then at the closed door in front of him. Then he threw the bead out, and the bead drew an arc in the air.
It spun in the air, once, twice, three times, and then it hit the black mud.
"Explode."
One word.
Boom!
Soul Power Bead is like a flower that blooms in an instant. Red and black light pours out from inside the bead and spreads in all directions.
Wherever the light passed, the black mud vibrated wildly, as if screaming.
The mud was pushed away by the light, torn apart and evaporated by the light, and the rotation of the vortex stopped.
The invisible hands loosened their grip on his clothes.
Yan Si rushed out.
The wind blew past my ears, carrying the shattered mud fragments and hitting my face, causing pain.
He arrived in front of Gates of Hell, pulled out Sayafushi, held the knife in both hands, raised the knife above his head, with the tip of the knife facing up, and the back of the knife against the back of his head. He pressed down slightly, bent his knees, and straightened his back.
Cut it off!
The blade sliced through the air without making any sound.
As the blade fell, the air twisted and tore, making a silent scream.
Bang!
Yan Si's tiger's mouth cracked.
Blood gushed out from the wound, flowed down the handle of the knife, and dripped on the white bones.
The blade of the knife was embedded in the door, not deeply, just a crack.
Buzz buzz!
Sayafushi is trembling, like an enraged beast.
It is angry, the Roar, roaring with all its power!
"I am the sharpest knife, nothing can stop me!" Yan Si took a deep breath.
He took the knife back and raised it above his head again.
This time, he held his hands tighter, and the veins ran from the back of his hands to his forearms.
He stepped on the door frame with both feet, dug his toes into the bones, and nailed himself to the door like nails.
Cut again!
This time, there was a sound when the blade fell.
The door opened.
From top to bottom, there is a thin gap.
Light shines through the gap, and it is black without any impurities.
Like an abyss of nothingness, there is nothing.
Yan Si lowered his head and glanced at Sayafushi in his hand.
There were cracks on the blade, starting from the tip and spreading towards the blade. They were densely packed and shocking. He put Sayafushi into the palm of his hand.
The blade turned into a point of light, dissipated in the air, and returned to Inner world to sleep.
There is no more knife.
Yan Si raised his head and looked at the door in front of him with only a crack open.
He stretched out his hand, dug his fingers into the gap, tightened his knuckles, and dug his nails into the bone seams. Blood seeped out from the nail seams, leaving red traces on the white bones.
His feet left the door frame and stood in the air.
One leg, two legs, three legs.
Every time he pedaled, the air exploded in a circle of white ripples under his feet.
"Uh-huh!"
The door is moving.
Click!
His left arm was completely broken from the shoulder. The left arm fell down, fell into the black mud, was swallowed up, and disappeared.
Yan Si didn't look, and his right hand was still exerting force on the door.
His right arm was also making crackling sounds and was about to break at any time.
Poof!
The right arm was also broken, the bones at the elbow were protruding from the skin, and it was white and bloodshot.
The broken forearm was still hanging on the door, and his fingers were still stuck in the gap.
Yan Si had no arms. He was standing in front of the door, blood gushing out from the wound and flowing down his body. His face was very white and his lips were bloodless.
He took a deep breath and pressed his shoulders against one side of the door, his chest against the other side, and his whole body wedged into the gap like a Linchpin.
His feet were kicking, his knees were pressing, his waist was twisting, and his back was arching.
Every muscle in the body is exerting force, every bone is supporting, and every drop of blood is burning.
Doors keep opening.
The gap is expanding, from a line to a crack, from a crack to a door. Half a meter, one meter, one and a half meters, two meters.
Two meters.
Enough for one person to pass.
But Yan Si didn't go in.
The moment the door opened, a wave of heart palpitations surged out of my heart.
Very dangerous.
Yan Si's instinct is screaming.
Run! Run now! Don't look back! Don't hesitate! Run!
He was ready to let go, but it was too late.
A long knife shot out from the door, the same as the one seen before at Hill of the Twin Executions.
When Yan Si was approaching, his eyes only saw a ray of light, his brain hadn't even had time to give the order to avoid, and his body hadn't even felt any pain.
Pfft! The knife penetrated his chest, entering from the left chest and coming out from the back.
Yan Si looked down at his chest.
The handle of the knife was pressed against the skin, and the dark red lines on the blade were beating and squirming like maggots.
The power on his body, Shinigami, Xu, Quincy's power, were all immobilized.
Can't move!
They are still there, but they cannot be mobilized or used.
Wow!
Chains poured out of the door, with barbed hooks on the surface.
They are coming towards Yan Si.
One wrapped around his ankle, the barbs piercing the skin and the hooks clasping the bones.
"Fuck."
Yan Si squeezed out a word from his mouth. He couldn't move, his strength was immobilized, his body was entangled, and the knife was still stuck in his chest.
The only thing he can move now is his brain.
And his brain told him that if he was dragged in by these Chains, it would be over.
After being dragged into the place behind the door, he didn't know what he would become.
But it's definitely not a good thing.
Yan Si gritted his teeth.
"Explode."
His body began to glow.
Emitted from every cell of bone blood vessels.
He's going to blow himself up.
Blow up the half pinned by the long knife and the half entangled by Chains.
Leave half of it, a head and half a body, one leg is enough. As long as you can still move, you can run.
As long as you can run, you can live.
As long as you can still live, you can come back.
His body is expanding.
At this moment...
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Several huge black walls rose from the ground, blocking Yan Si.
Bang bang bang bang...!
Chains hit the wall and made a dull sound.
The walls vibrated and trembled, making a low hum.
Black Coffin.
These are overlapping Black Coffin. Dozens or hundreds of Black Coffin are stacked together and pressed into a wall. "Brother Yan Si."
A voice came from behind.
"It seems you found it first."
Aizen appeared next to Yan Si.
There were a few tears on his white uniform, as if scratched by something, but the wounds had healed.
"Interesting."
He stretched out his hand and touched the handle of the long knife with his fingers.
The fingertips paused on the handle of the knife for a moment, then pulled back.
"This knife..." He did not continue.
His hands were open, with his fingers spread out, palms facing forward, and then closed.
Dozens of black walls rise from the ground, layer by layer.
They were stacked in front of Aizen and Yan Si, and blocked in front of Chains. Bang bang bang bang bang!
Every time those Chains smash a Black Coffin, his Spiritual Power will lose one point.
It is not used, it is swallowed.
"What's going on?" Chiziro Kenpachi's voice came from another direction.
He appeared on the edge of the cliff, standing on a protruding rock.
His Shinigami uniform was broken in several places, and there were several shallow wounds on his arms, but the bleeding had stopped.
His breathing was a little rapid, but his expression was calm.
"I kept walking in one direction and came here."
He glanced at Yan Si, then at Aizen, and then at the Chains who were frantically hitting Black Coffin.
"Are you going to go in the door now?"
"No." Yan Si's voice came out from between his teeth, and every word sounded like he was coughing up blood, "You can't go in through the door."
His instincts were screaming. From the moment the door opened, his instincts were screaming.
A truly irreversible death with no room for maneuver.
If you go in, you can't get out.
Wow!
Chains smashed three more Black Coffin.
Aizen moved his fingers, and five more Black Coffins rose from the ground.
The speed at which Chains crashed into pieces was faster than the speed at which he raised Black Coffin.
The thin line, the thin line, determines life and death.
A Chains got in from the gap of Black Coffin, it wrapped around Aizen's wrist, and the barbs pierced the skin.
Aizen glanced down.
His expression did not change, but his eyes lit up. He raised his other hand and pressed his fingers on Chains.
Reishi poured out from his fingertips and seeped into Chains. He wanted to analyze its structure, find its weaknesses, and take it apart.
Chains didn't give him a chance.
It tightened, the barbs dug deeper, the hooks tightened, and Chains itself began to glow.
Aizen Reishi on the wrist is being eaten.
"Brother Yan Si." Aizen's voice was still so calm, but there was something more in his tone.
"I can feel that if this continues, I will die."
This is the first time Aizen has used the word "die".
Yan Si Take a deep breath.
His body is still expanding, still inflating, and still preparing to self-destruct, waiting for the best time.
An opportunity to explode these Chains without killing yourself.
"Yan Si brother, the thing on the side of the door."
Aizen's voice sounded again. Yan Si followed his gaze and looked over.
On the side of the door frame, in the gaps where the skulls intersect, there is a trace of gold, which cannot be seen unless you look carefully.
Yan Si's eyes narrowed.
"Chiziro, look what that is."
Chiziro Kenpachi didn't hesitate.
His figure disappeared from the edge of the cliff and appeared in front of the door the next moment.
Those Chains came towards him, they got out of the gap in Black Coffin, untied from Aizen's wrist and wrapped around Chiziro Kenpachi.
"Futaya, don't go there!"
Amatsuyu Takuru's voice exploded in his mind, sharp and urgent, with a fear he had never experienced before.
Chiziro Kenpachi did not stop.
He raised his hands, palms open and facing forward.
White Flame surged out from the palm of his hand, the temperature was extremely high, so high that the surrounding air was distorting. "Ittō Kasō!"
Two white pillars of fire shot out from his palms.
At the expense of his hands, he used the strongest Kidō.
Chiziro Kenpachi rushed to the golden trace.
He saw it clearly and the corners of his mouth turned up.
"The words left by Soul King..."
His voice was very high, so loud that the entire Volcanic Crater could hear it.
"Said he successfully escaped to another world!"
Poof!
A Chains penetrated from his back and came out from his chest.
The tip of Chains came out from the chest, with blood.
Chiziro Kenpachi glanced down, his expression unchanged. He shouted quickly and clearly:
"But there is no way to deal with Gates of Hell!"
Phew! Phew!
The second Chains penetrated his skull, entered through the temple, and came out from the other side.
The third Chains penetrated his heart, entering from the left chest and coming out from the back.
The fourth root, the fifth root, the sixth root...
Chains came from all directions, passed through his body, entangled his limbs, and strangled his neck.
His mouth is still moving.
"If you want to win... you can only destroy the power of Hell...!"
Chains began to tighten, and they dragged him toward the door, inch by inch, into the black gap.
Chiziro Kenpachi had a smile on his face.
He got the answer. Soul King escaped to another world.
Gates of Hell cannot be dealt with.
If you want to win, you can only destroy the power of Hell.
Three pieces of information are enough.
His figure disappeared through the crack of the door, and Chains rushed in behind him.
"Aizen brother!"
Yan Si's voice exploded.
Aizen glanced at him, and they both moved at the same time.
Yan Si's arms were broken, and he cut open the part of his body that was nailed with a long knife.
Aizen also cuts open the trapped body part.
They both retreated at the same time.
They bounced away from the door, bounced away from the surrounding Chains, and landed a thousand meters away. Black and red sand flew around, exploding two huge pits.
Yan Si was lying at the bottom of the pit, white liquid emerging from his heart, healing his body.
Aizen stood by the pit, his arms also gushing out virtual liquid to repair his body.
The two of them raised their heads at the same time and looked towards the top of the mountain in the distance.
Those Chains are still waving, like the tentacles of an octopus, dancing crazily.
They tried to find their location, but they didn't catch up.
Aizen withdrew his gaze and looked at Yan Si.
"The power to destroy Hell."
"Can we just go back and kill those dolls?"
"No."
Yan Si was lying at the bottom of the pit, his body almost fully recovered.
"These gravels, these rocks, these dead branches... everything is made of the power of Hell." He turned his head and looked at Aizen.
"So just keep destroying."
Aizen was silent for a moment, his mouth widened to reveal his teeth, his eyes bent down, and fine lines formed at the corners of his eyes.
"Aizen brother," Yan Si's voice came up from the bottom of the pit, "You seem a little happy?"
Aizen stretched out his hand and touched the corner of his mouth.
When his fingers touched the raised arc, he was stunned for a moment, then put his hand down.
"Oh? Am I happy?"
He paused and raised his head, looking at the dark red sky.
"Soul King has escaped to another world."
"Of course it's worth being happy about."
Yan Si looked at his profile and understood instantly.
Aizen is not happy for Soul King's escape, but for the existence of another world. A world that he has never seen, thought about, and touched.
The world is waiting for him.
Yan Si stood up from the bottom of the pit with his feet on the sand.
"I'll notify Expeditionary Force."
"Next, you have to keep grinding."
"Grind until Hell completely loses its strength."