The girl's voice is different from usual, full of solemn and solemn ritual.

The bursting spirit pressure converged for a very short time, and the ink-colored hair slowly fell. Sakai Renzi stared at the rooftop opposite, and her delicate melon-shaped face showed a look of doubt, "There are two in Qihai?"

A seven-sea tiger lying on the surface of the rooftop, his pajamas were stained with dust, and blood emerged from the gap between the wound and the gravel.

A man stood on the rooftop, wearing a black outfit that was suspected to be a wandering samurai in the Edo era. The collar was pulled low, revealing his navel, covering two points on his chest, and his side breasts were exposed to the air.

The short red hair quickly grew longer and hung to the waist, as flowing as a lion's hair and as thick as a porcupine's back thorn.

Putting aside the changes in hair and clothing, the most attractive thing is the knife that is so exaggerated that reality will not exist at all.

It's too huge, it's not an exaggeration to say that it's a door panel.

She carried the huge wild sun, and her brown eyes swept across the masked monster on the rooftop, "What are you?"

The monsters did not answer, and their bodies were backwards, as if they wanted to retreat back to the black hole.

Qihai Huzi kicked lightly, and the distance between them instantly touched her face. It was so fast that she was surprised at her current speed and waved her knife with her hand.

The blade easily tore open the monsters' bodies, as if it was chopped on a piece of tofu, and she couldn't notice any resistance.

The three-headed monster was cut in half.

The rest of the monsters retreated back to the black hole and disappeared from here.

"Are you Qihai?" A vigilant voice came from behind.

Shiraki Takako turned around and said with surprise: "Teacher Sakai, are you okay? That's great, I thought something happened to you."

Listening to this familiar tone, Sakai Renko did not relax her vigilance, pointed her hand at Shi Hai Takako on the ground and asked, "What's going on with you?"

Qihai Huzi took a look and became stunned and said, "Hey! Are there two me?"

She wanted to try hard to think about the past. In less than three seconds, white smoke seemed to float above her head, with a "wisdom" expression on her face.

This guy is Qihai.

Sakai Renko thought that no matter how smart a person was, he could not pretend to be such an expression. "Do you have no clue?"

"Uh, I just felt very angry and thought the teacher was seriously injured, and then the little girl's voice rang out and told me her name and a sentence."

Qihai Huzi scratched the back of his head with his left hand and said with a puzzled look: "I read that sentence and felt my body become light and fluttering, as if I was about to fly out, and then there was such a huge knife in my hand. What's going on?"

Sakai Renko quickly recalled the diary of Kenta Kinaki and murmured: "Ducatta, Zanpakura, Yeshao... Could it be that this is also Zanpakura?"

The Qihai Huzi was about to ask, but suddenly a black vortex appeared on the soles of his feet, and the fog spiraled upwards. In less than a second, people disappeared from here.

"Seven Seas!" Sakai Shinko shook her hand, and the thoughts that stuck to Shie Hai Huzi disappeared. They were not to be torn off, but the touch was more like they were cut off directly.

The ability to lyricize such as space transfer... no, perhaps it is another power that is above the ability to lyricize.

Does the God in the diary really exist?

"Huh." Qihai Huzi looked around curiously, and the environment was generally in a dim state.

A rectangular table is placed in front of you, and high-backed chairs are neatly arranged on both sides.

European-style candles lit up, and the flames gradually dispel the surrounding darkness.

On a high-backed chair at the end of the long table, a man covered in black fog sat, and said in a low and magnetic mature voice: "Seven Sea Huzi, congratulations on learning to understand and evolve into the god of death."

She looked at the Black Mist Man with a puzzled look on her face: "Who are you? Why do you know my name?"

"I am the Spirit King who manages the God of Death," Aoki's voice moved through the black fog and turned into another more mature voice. "It's not surprising to know your name."

Qihai Huzi pulled his hand and covered his waist, covering most of his chest again, "I hate you guys who don't show their faces."

"I don't show my true face, because you are too weak now to bear the spiritual pressure of seeing my face."

"Are you so ugly?"

Qihai Huzi looked shocked.

"It's not that I'm ugly, it's that I'm too strong. You'll go crazy when you see my true face. Don't look directly at the king, have you never heard of this saying?"

Qihai Huzi comforted him, "Don't be too desperate. Now that technology is so advanced, you can save money to try plastic surgery."

“…”

Aoki decided to give up persuading her, rubbed her temples with her hands and said, "We talk about the serious business, you should be curious about why you became like this."

"Don't treat me like a fool, you were the one who stabbed me that day."

Qihai Huzi carried the wild sun and said carelessly: "No matter what your purpose is, if you want to harm others, I will not help you."

"Don't worry, I'll give you Zanpakura, I want you to protect this world that is about to enter the destruction."

Aoki made up seriously, "As the world enters modernization, the number of human beings has exploded, and at the same time, people who die with resentment are far more than in any previous era.

When resentment goes beyond the limits of the world's containment, human souls will fall into emptiness. Their characteristic is that they wear masks and have an empty hole symbolizing emptiness on their chests."

Qihai Huzi remembered the group of monsters he had just seen, "They were all humans?"

"To be precise, it is the soul of human beings who fall into emptiness under the torture of resentment and suffering. You don't have to blame yourself. The Zanpakura of the God of Death will only purify emptiness and will not really kill emptiness."

Aoki continued to lie. Just now, Santou Xu was killed by Qihai Huzi, and he noticed the slight increase in his own spiritual pressure.

This means that if the gods of death kill Xu, he can also gain benefits.

Regardless of whether Xu is really dead or not, in order to make the Qihai Huzi have no burden, he will kill Xu as much as possible.

He wants to use the God of Death setting.

"Yes," Qihai Huzi breathed a sigh of relief, and sat on a high-back chair and said, "Will there be more and more people in the future?"

Aoki nodded and said, "That's right, the Xu is just some miscellaneous fish now, and the truly powerful Da Xu has not yet appeared.

As they continue to hunt, Daxu will appear sooner or later. You have to improve your spiritual pressure through combat and training, and then learn the Bankai of Zanpakura in order to protect the world from Xu."

The world is in crisis, and the excitement of Qihai Huzi's heart emerged. She longed to fight with powerful enemies, so that she could prove that she was stronger. "Is Daxu very strong?"

"Well, the lowest level of Killian can destroy a city. The intermediate level of Daxu Achukas can destroy a country. The superior level of Daxu and Wastord, its power is strong enough to destroy the world."

Qihai Huzi tightly clasped Yeshao and said, "The Great Void that destroys the world."

"Don't worry too much, take a look around you. Not including me, there are thirteen seats here, each seat represents a captain.

And under the captain, there are five hundred team members. You are the captain of the 11th Team. I will authorize your Zanpakura of the 11th Team to let you choose the right team member and the head officer."

Aoki said so much in one breath and paused, "Not everyone can bear the power of Zanpakura, and those who are not qualified will die.
Chapter completed!