Invincible in the world, starting with the ghost curse

The shiny long sword was slowly drawn out, and the sharp cold light illuminated Aizen's cold face. The spider-web-like cracks on the blade of Jinghua Shuiyue had disappeared.

Although it is not known how Aizen did it, it is obviously not difficult for him to deal with the damage to his Zanpakuto.

"Becoming an enemy of the captain was not part of my original plan."

Aizen said calmly, the Kyoka Suigetsu Qingming in his hand trembled, and waves of space appeared. The surrounding environment began to change drastically, and ripples like a rain curtain surrounded the two of them.

Yamamoto Shigekuni raised his eyebrows. He caught the meaning of Aizen's words. Was he really the one who did it?

"But I don't have the same awe for the captain as I do for the other captains. Fear is something only the weak have."

The tip of the knife lightly touched the ground, and the terrifying spiritual pressure instantly dented the marble and white jade floor that was thousands of meters thick.

The old man closed his eyes slightly, and those who knew him well could tell that he was about to get angry.

He didn't want to ask, nor was he too lazy to ask. Everything would be revealed after he captured the veteran captain in front of him.

"No one has stood in heaven since the beginning, not you, not me, not even God, but this unbearable vacancy on the throne of heaven is about to end."

Aizen took off his heavy black-framed glasses, and with a touch of his spiritual pressure, they instantly shattered into flying powder. He gently pushed back his naturally curly brown hair with his palm.

The hair seemed to be fixed in shape by hairspray, each strand was as hard as iron, and the remaining strand fell naturally in front of the forehead. The eyes were calm and domineering, bright and cold.

"From now on, I will be at the top!"

boom!

The deep spiritual pressure that was condensed to the extreme rushed up from his body into the sky, stirring the endless sky. The ultimate aura of the god of death even divided the heaven and earth into two halves.

On one side is the red sky of Mr. Yamamoto, and on the other side is the blue world of Aizen.

The Soul Society's Shinigami stared in shock at the split Soul Society sky, their hearts filled with utter horror. Could there be another expert out there?!

Only the captains had real pupil earthquakes, because it was obviously the spiritual pressure of the captain-general and Aizen!

Aizen...did he betray Soul Society too? He's such a good person...

No one would doubt that Mr. Yamamoto would be the traitor, because even if the entire Soul Society stood against Yamamoto Shigekuni, it would still be a betrayal of Soul Society.

This old man represents the entire history of Seireitei and even the entire history of the God of Death!

Seiichi Kamiya, who was watching the show with popcorn in his hand, was the happiest person in his heart, and next to him was the silent Rukia. This little girl had been scared by the adults' conspiracy.

Who is the enemy? Who is the friend? I can't tell. I really can't tell...

Return to the battlefield.

Since he couldn't pretend anymore, Aizen simply gave up. There was no way he would lay down his arms, or no one with a brain would choose to continue hiding at this time.

Tying your life to the vague understanding of others is no less than hanging your head on someone else's waist.

"Sinner Aizen Sosuke, I will bring you to justice right now!"

The furious old man Yamamoto strode forward with the Ryujin Jakka, which had not yet been unsheathed, but Aizen was actually standing behind him at this time.

Totally hypnotic!

The Mirror Flower and Water Moon in his hand turned into a stream of light, shattering the space. The air flow vibrated and condensed into a black spiritual pressure that wrapped around it, and came towards the old man's back in a stabbing manner!

boom! ! !

The ground in the square between the two people collapsed in an instant, cracking layer by layer like a spider web, and white particles rolled up long dust, rising to a very high and far place.