As Komamura's left formation was knocked down by his own Zanpakutō, everyone showed shocked expressions.
"What happened just now?" Hitsugaya Toshiro asked in disbelief.
"The Zanpakutō actually attacked its master?" Zhan Bee was also slightly startled and said in disbelief.
"Damn it, Captain..." Shooting range glared at the shrunken Scourge, and went to draw his sword as he spoke.
But before he could draw his Zanpakutō, Hitsugaya Toshiro jumped up, released his Zanpakutō, and attacked first.
"Sitting in the frosty sky, Hyōrinmaru!"
The moment Hajime recited the words, Hyōrinmaru's blade flashed with a crystal blue light, and then... nothing changed after that.
"What...what's going on?" Hitsugaya Toshiro looked at his Zanpakutō and asked with some confusion.
At this time, Zaihou also pulled out his Zanpakutō and released.
"Kill the enemy with stings, birds and bees!"
The same flash of red light flashed, and then there was no change in the Zanpakutō.
"It's actually...can't be solved?" Broken Bee's eyes flickered, and he said in disbelief.
"Come on, Shebimaru!"
"Mow low, gray cat!"
"Stretch it, Kitomaru!"
After realizing that something was wrong, everyone also released their own Hakkai, but unfortunately, everyone who tried failed to release the Zanpakutō normally.
"How could this happen? I can't feel the Zanpakutō's spiritual pressure at all!" Renji Abarai looked at his Zanpakutō and said anxiously.
"What's wrong, Feimei?"
"Even my wabisuke..."
The remaining people also checked their Zanpakutō, but unfortunately, none of the Zanpakutō responded to their master.
"Hoho... the spiritual pressure has indeed disappeared. How did you do it?" Niryuri, an expert, asked Muramasa after observing.
"Obviously, your Zanpakutō is no longer with you. Under my leadership, they have been liberated from the hands of your Death God!" Muramasa, who was asked, was still cold and indifferent. said.
"Liberating the Zanpakutō? Is that possible?" Yuine Kotetsu, who had just finished saving Chojiro, asked his captain.
But Uozhika Retsu just shook her head. She didn't know whether she was denying it, or even she didn't know.
"Alright, fellow Shinigami, it's almost time for this feast to begin!" Muramasa opened his arms, and a glistening streak of blood began to appear from the corner of his eyes.
As blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, four pillars of fire suddenly erupted from the Jingling Pavilion, seemingly in response to the feast he said.
"What?" Kuchiki Rukia put her hand on the handle of the knife.
"Asshole, what did you do?" Renji Abarai asked angrily.
"It's not me, the one who did the violence...should be your Zanpakutō!" Muramasa waved his hand and corrected him.
"How could..." Hinamori Momo couldn't accept it.
"The Zanpakutō has now been completely liberated from the shackles of the God of Death, and you, the God of Death, will also usher in the end of the era, hahaha!" Muramasa said with a somewhat excited, even sickly smile.
But at this moment, an inappropriate voice sounded.
"Well... I'm sorry to disturb you when you're in the mood, but shouldn't your nails be trimmed?" Dongfang Yunsheng pointed at Muramasa's nails and said with some disgust.
With such long nails, manicures cost a lot of money, right? But even with manicure, compared with his dragon claws, they are still too ugly!
Muramasa was a little stunned, even a little confused. At this moment, he was wondering if he had gone to the wrong set?
When the atmosphere is so serious, brother, should your focus be on my nails?
Everyone on the Shinigami side also looked at Dongfang Yun Sheng in a strange way. The Zanpakutos have rebelled. Do you still care about the enemy's nails?
"What's wrong? Did I disturb you? Sorry, I'm just curious!"
Facing the attention of everyone, Dongfang Yunsheng spread his hands pretending to be innocent, and then said to Muramasa over there: "Hey, that one with long nails, what did you just say? The liberation of the Zanpakuto ?The end of the age of the God of Death? Then what? Is there more to come?"
Muramasa's eyes jumped sharply, and he had an urge to kill, and the person he wanted to kill was the hateful God of Death who interrupted his words.
"Really, is this enough to make you angry?" Dongfang Yunsheng gradually approached Muramasa and said with a bored look on his face.
He believed that it would be better to end this farce as soon as possible, so that he would have time to sort out his last moments.
"Kill him!" Muramasa had no intention of taking action himself. Instead, he commanded King Tianshu Ming who stood in front of him.
"Ha!" King Tianshu Ming swung the ring of fire in his hand and threw it towards Dongfang Yunsheng.
Uh-huh!
In the flickering light and shadow, Dongfang Yunsheng not only dodged the blow, but also passed directly over King Tianshu Ming and came to Muramasa.
"Wha...what?" Muramasa's childish expression shrank. He didn't expect that this god of death could be so fast.
But Muramasa himself also had a certain level of strength. After a moment of astonishment, he quickly reacted and collided with the incoming Dongfang Yunsheng.
Boring!
The sound of clanging swords rang out, and Muramasa's nails were indeed not just a decoration. They were so hard that they could actually block Dongfang Yun Sheng's Zanpakutō.
"Oh...these nails are so hard!" Dongfang Yunsheng said with a hint of teasing.
"You guy..." The veins on Muramasa's forehead popped out, and then he swung forward with force, sending Dongfang Yunsheng flying away.
This hat itself is not important, but it directly exposed Dongfang Yunsheng's back to the King of Heavenly Punishment.
The Heavenly Punishment King did not miss this opportunity. He directly gathered all the spiritual pressure in his body, condensed it on the blade in his other hand, and slashed towards Dongfang Yunsheng's back.
"Captain, be careful..." Hinamori Momo shouted hurriedly.
As for Zaihou, Hitsugaya Toshiro and others, they quickly moved forward, preparing to support them.
But as soon as they were halfway there, a huge black coffin formed around King Tianshu Ming, and then even wrapped it inside.
And Dongfang Yunsheng's figure disappeared again.
Peng!
The sound of the black coffin breaking was heard, and King Tianshu Ming, who was covered in blood, was still standing upright even though his spiritual pressure had dropped a lot.
Devour
"This guy looks fatter than Komamura!" Dongfang Yunsheng, who attacked Muramasa again, looked sideways and frowned slightly.
"Who...are you?" Muramasa looked at the instantly wounded King of Heavenly Punishment, and his eyes couldn't help but shrink.
