Soul King Palace Omotesandō On the white jade stone steps, the strong wind is blowing the sea of clouds.
Yhwach stepped forward slowly on the steps, each step carrying a heavy sense of oppression.
Behind him, Haschwalth pressed the hilt of his sword with a solemn expression.
Uryū Ishida pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose and looked around with complicated eyes.
Four Guard Squad members were listed on both sides, with different expressions, but they all exuded high-intensity Reiatsu fluctuations.
Suddenly, the clouds and fog in front dispersed.
Four figures wearing white feathers blocked the road ahead.
Tenjirō Kirinji held the wooden stick in his mouth, carried Zanpakuto on his shoulders, and took the lead to take a step forward.
The skeletal arms behind Senjumaru Shutara stretched gently and hovered in mid-air.
Kirio Hikifune holds a huge wooden spoon in his hand, and his whole body is filled with abundant Might of the Soul King.
Ōetsu Nimaiya shook her exaggerated hairstyle and held the sheathless blade Sayafushi in her hand.
The sights of both sides collided in the void, and murderous intent spread in the air.
Gerard strode forward, waving a huge shield, shouting loudly that he wanted to smash the so-called guardian with his own hands.
Lille Barro raised the spear and aimed the crosshair between Senjumaru's eyebrows.
Pernida made a weird twisting sound under his cloak, while Askin sighed helplessly and retreated to the edge of the battle circle.
The four generals Zero Division didn't say much nonsense and went straight to meet the menacing Guard Squad and Attendants.
The two sides started a fierce collision outside Omotesandō, and the roar of Reishi was endless.
Yhwach did not stop, he directly crossed the fighting position.
At the end of the main road leading to the Inner Palace, a tall bald monk sat cross-legged on the ground.
Ichibē Hyōsube slowly opened his eyes and held the thick brush lying across his knees.
"That's it, Yhwach."
The monk stood up, his broad robes billowing in the wind.
A rough smile appeared on his face with a thick beard, and he looked at the approaching man.
"You can't take another step forward."
Yhwach stopped and stared condescendingly at the bald old man in front of him.
"Get out of the way, Ichibē Hyōsube."
Yhwach looked calm and folded his hands under the black cloak.
"If you insist on blocking the way, I will have no choice but to wipe you completely from this world."
The monk laughed loudly, and the laughter shook like thunder in the sky above Omotesandō.
"Arrogant junior, I have been alive for much longer than you think."
Before he finished speaking, the monk's figure was scattered on the spot.
The next moment, his huge body appeared above Yhwach's head.
The huge Reishi palm appeared out of thin air, covering the sky above.
"Thousand-Mile Heaven-Piercing Palm!"
The monk pressed his palm down, and the huge palm print came down with the force of collapsing mountains and cracking the ground.
This palm force is not only powerful and heavy, but also has the power to knock the target thousands of miles away.
Yhwach The ground beneath his feet was cracked.
Facing this overwhelming blow, Yhwach just raised his right hand and drew an arc in the void.
Heilig Pfeil condensed at the fingertips and turned into a huge beam of light, flying up into the air.
The light beam and the palm print collided in mid-air, making a loud explosion, and the violent Reiatsu air waves overturned all the surrounding white jade stone pillars.
Yhwach took advantage of the situation and took a few steps back, but a bloodstain suddenly appeared on his throat.
That was the Kotodama restriction imposed secretly by the monk, which directly blocked his breathing and voice.
Yhwach didn't change his expression, directly raised his finger and pierced his own throat neatly.
He used Quincy's Reishi silk thread to forcibly reshape the structure of the throat, tearing the shackles of the ban to pieces.
"Using Kotodama to usurp concepts is indeed your specialty."
Yhwach shook off the blood beads on his fingertips and said coldly.
"But this little trick means nothing to me."
The monk put away his smile and waved the huge brush in his hand.
"A little trick?"
Ichibē Hyōsube held the pen tip horizontally in front of him, and thick black liquid like ink oozed from the tip of the pen.
"Be Blackened, Ichimonji!"
As Shikai words were spoken, black ink splashed out from the void like a waterfall.
That is not ordinary ink, but the supreme law that governs all 'black' in Three Realms.
All the darkness in the world responded to the monk's call at this moment.
Yhwach pulled out the Reishi giant sword and swung out dense sword energy, trying to scatter the splashed black ink.
However, the ink seemed to ignore the physical collision and adhered directly to the sword's edge.
Wherever it is stained by ink, the original Reiatsu and edge will disappear in an instant.
Yhwach's Long Sword was completely dyed pure black, and the arm holding his sword was also covered with a layer of thick ink.
"Feel its power?"
The monk held Ichimonji and said slowly, "Things smeared with my ink will lose their original 'name'."
Losing your name means losing all the power you have in the laws of the world.
The Long Sword in the hands of Yhwach turned into nameless iron bars without any lethality and scattered into light flakes in the wind.
"In my eyes, you are just a nameless ghost."
The monk took a step forward, the brush in his hand turned from black to white, and the tip of the pen bloomed with a dazzling white light.
This is the ancestral liberation beyond ordinary Soul Reaper recognition, and is also the original Bankai form.
"Shinuchi, White Brush Ichimonji!"
The monk's voice echoed between heaven and earth, carrying irresistible power of judgment.
The pure white spiritual light shot out like a bolt and landed on Yhwach's body accurately.
Yhwach, whose name was originally erased, now has two huge ink characters on his chest.
black ants.
"I will rename you 'Black Ant'."
Ichibē Hyōsube looked down at him condescendingly, "Your strength, your lifespan, and your status are now equivalent to ants crawling on the ground."
The Reiatsu in Yhwach suddenly dropped to the extreme, and his figure even became rickety and dwarfed under the suppression of the rules.
The monk lifted up his thick cloth shoes and trampled Yhwach directly to the ground.
Then, a huge slap swept out, covering Yhwach's whole body to the edge of Omotesandō.
The black figure was like a real ant, falling straight into the depths of the sea of clouds.
The monk put away his white pen and let out a breath.
However, before he could turn around to support the other four, a strange pulse suddenly came from the void below.
A Reiatsu pillar made of pure dark gold and pitch black broke through the sky, tearing the Soul King Palace sky apart.
The falling figure hovered in mid-air out of thin air, rising slowly.
Yhwach's originally closed eyes were completely opened at this moment.
His eye sockets split into several overlapping red-gold pupils.
The Almighty.
"What?"
The monk frowned and tightened his grip on White Brush Ichimonji.
Yhwach The name representing 'Black Ant' on his chest began to peel off and crumble.
The black law that had been deprived of it flowed back into Yhwach's body like an obedient servant.
"Nothing I can see in the future can hurt me anymore."
Yhwach walks in the air, with lotus sprouting at every step, and its power is many times greater than before.
"Not only that, any power known to me will become my possession."
Ichibē Hyōsube's face darkened and he turned the brush in his hand.
"Since you can reveal your name, I will dissolve it along with your body and reincarnation."
The monk recited the ancient and complicated Kotodama.
"It's dark at night, it's dark at night, lend me a little, and drink a little."
Soul Society The darkness of the past hundred nights was forcibly stripped away and gathered in front of the monk's palm.
Pure and deep black light rises into the sky, building a majestic black temple in the void.
"Futen Taisatsuryō!"
The monk made a seal with his hands, and the huge black mausoleum was facing Yhwach with his head hooded.
This is the ultimate secret technique that strips away all vitality and reincarnation.
Anyone swallowed by the Taisha Tomb cannot reorganize its body even after countless reincarnations.
The dark mausoleum swallowed Yhwach inside.
The monk's eyes were lowered, "No matter how many ways you have, in the face of this hundred nights of darkness, you can only return to nothingness."
Several dazzling dark golden lights suddenly appeared inside the black mausoleum.
The black light that could originally peel off all bodies and souls disintegrated inch by inch at this moment.
The entire Taisha Mausoleum, which took a hundred nights to build, was forcibly destroyed in a few breaths.
Yhwach walked out of the dispersing black mist, and the Reiatsu on his body not only did not fade, but became more powerful.
The overlapping pupils in Yhwach's eyes flashed with divine light, "I have already said that any power known to me can no longer hurt me in the slightest."
"Ichibē Hyōsube, all your methods are already in my sight."
Yhwach took action and crushed the monk.