In the sky about twenty miles away from the 79th district of Rukongai Nishi, above the meat-shizuku flying at full speed, Unohana Retsu looked at the huge smoke rising in the distance, with gentle, water-like eyes. It's filled with coldness.
"Hurry up, Rooster!"
Unohana Retsu's voice sounded softly, but the tone was like the whisper of some kind of angry evil ghost, and the spiritual pressure filled with the smell of blood escaped from time to time.
"Cheng, you won't die just like that, right? Just hold on a little longer..."
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'Are you going to die? '
'Not death in the spiritual space, but real death in reality...'
'It's too careless, it's still too careless. Apart from facing everything, I have so little combat experience...'
The gentleness in Senju Makoto's eyes in the past disappeared, and there was deathly silence and despair in his gradually dilated pupils. However, his mind was unexpectedly sober, with a large number of various and complicated thoughts flashing past.
Mao Zhihualie, Aoki Risa, Feng Shaoyao...
Familiar faces such as Madarame Ikkaku, Ayasegawa Yumichika, Yamada Seinosuke and others also appeared, and finally settled on the gentle and humble face of Aizen Soyousuke.
'Did you do it? Aizen, did he specifically target me, or did he kill me casually? '
'It turns out that this is what it feels like when real death comes...
'It's not as bad as expected, everything is so quiet, and a bit cold...'
Senju Cheng raised his left hand with difficulty and instinctively touched his chest, trying to maintain some warmth.
However, when you take it, everything is sticky and warm, as if you are touching slices of meat sauce directly.
'To be so injured...'
'What about Senluo Wanxiang? I can't sense it at all, and there's no way to treat it...'
'Consciousness has begun to blur...'
In the end, Senju Makoto tried hard to stay awake and his thoughts gradually became blurred. The weak return light emerging from his palm could not heal the injury at all.
Everything... became quiet...
Senju Makoto had only a few instincts left, and with the support of the desire to survive, he kept calling out to all things.
'Sen Luo Wanxiang, Sen Luo Wanxiang, Sen Luo Wanxiang...'
At this moment, a certain voice seemed to be responding to something, faintly ringing in Senju Makoto's mind.
[Master Jiangjiang, can you hear me? 】
[Can you hear the Lun family’s voice? Hear the true voice of the Lun family...]
[Real liberation language, real power, not a false ability created by the subjective will of the master of Jiangjiang...]
[We are running out of time, Master Jiangjiang, please respond to the Lun family quickly! ! ! 】
Suddenly, Senju Makoto's almost completely dilated pupils condensed slightly, and he heard that familiar and anxious voice in his mind that was close to blank and had lost all subjective will.
"Everything in sight..."
[Master Jiangjiang, hurry up, you should be able to hear me at this time! quick……】
[Show it, arrive it, transcend it...]
[The ultimate of all things, the source of everything! 】
Senju Makoto's pupils began to dilate again, and even his body began to become cold due to excessive blood loss. A weak voice that almost no one could hear slowly came out.
"Show it, reach it, transcend it, the ultimate of all things, the source of everything! All things!"
The next moment, the Zanpakutō blade held by Senju Makoto turned into a stream of light and merged into Senju Makoto's body. The spiritual pressure that had been continuously declining suddenly stopped, and then... suddenly in Aizen's hand It completely disappeared from Usuke's perception!
'died? ! '
Sensing this sudden change in spiritual pressure, Aizen Sosuke was a little disapproving at first, but he still casually turned back and glanced in the direction of Senju Makoto.
However, Aizen Sosuke's pupils shrank subconsciously.
A large number of spirit seeds in the air were frantically gathering towards the wound on Senju Makoto's chest, and were quickly repairing Senju Makoto's injury.
But...I can't feel Senju Makoto's spiritual pressure at all!
How can this be? !
Aizen Sosuke's expression was completely frozen, and he even seemed a little out of sorts, as if he had seen a reality beyond his understanding.
The spirit body constructed with spirit sons produces a power known as spiritual power, and the density and fluctuation of the spiritual power generates spiritual pressure.
Therefore, unless the residents of Rukongai are said to have no spiritual power and will not feel hungry, as long as there is spiritual power in the body, there must be spiritual pressure.
This is just like human beings... they must breathe, this is common sense!
Although reiatsu can also control the size and intensity of reiatsu emitted by actively suppressing spiritual power, it is completely impossible to sense even a little bit, which is almost impossible for Aizen Soyousuke.
Unless... the fluctuations of spiritual pressure emitted are completely beyond the range that Aizen Soyousuke's spiritual body can sense.
'In other words, Senju Makoto's spiritual pressure has far exceeded his own? '
'No, no way! '
Almost instantly, Aizen Sosuke denied this guess.
'Or is Senju Makoto dead? Or has all spiritual power been abandoned? '
However, Senju Makoto was clearly treating himself, and extracting spirit seeds from the air to repair injuries was also part of Senju Makoto's Zanpakutō ability that he had shown before.
'Why? '
'But why can't I feel spiritual pressure? '
For a moment, the changes that happened to Senju Makoto almost gave Aizen Soyousuke the illusion that his concept had collapsed.
'Is there something wrong with my understanding of the world? '
'Or maybe he has been possessed by a power similar to that of Mirror Flowers and Water Moon, and is hallucinating? '
'Or... Senju Makoto himself is a unique alien, completely different from other Shinigami aliens? '
Just in the blink of an eye, several more speculations appeared in Aizen Soyousuke's mind.
Feeling that Aizen Sosuke's movements beside him had completely stopped, Tōsen Kaname couldn't help but asked with some doubts.
"Lord Aizen, what's wrong with you?"
"No, please, don't talk, let me think..." Aizen Sosuke couldn't help but grab his face with both hands, and said with a hint of gaffe in his tone.
As the changes in Senju Makoto became more and more obvious, it also attracted the attention of Achiukas, who was instinctively devouring the souls of the members of the 10th Division who were still alive.
"This guy……"
"boom!"
The huge body of Yachukas landed heavily in front of Senju Makoto who was lying on the ground, and his eyes were looking at Senju Makoto who was still repairing his injuries.
After being stunned for a moment, Yachukas, who was observing from a close distance, remembered the humiliating experience not long ago, and his eyes gradually turned red.
The god of death, who is just like an ant, actually poked that disgusting thing into the shell that he was satisfied with, and even directly penetrated the shell until it was no longer usable!
With anger in his eyes, Achiukas raised a sharp foot and stabbed Senju Makoto with a bang.
