In Soul Society, love and bond begin

He walked straight into the conference hall leading to the dark underground.

"Lord Genryusai!"

The first group of Quebu who rushed into the underground stood up, wiped the blood from their cheeks, and bowed slightly in the direction of the old man in the mountain.

Behind Quebu, forty-six bodies were neatly placed in the center of the conference room.

Not one escaped.

Only Tsunayashiro Shindou's body remained in an upright sitting position, with his head placed on the side of the body.

He committed suicide.

Although he lacks the courage to fight his opponent to the death, Tsunayashiro Shinto does not seem to be as cowardly as his father thinks.

At this moment, all the leaders of Yuanliu's enemies surrendered.

Seeing this scene, even though there was no expression on his face, Yuan Liusai secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Without a leader, the remaining major families can only fight on their own.

What Yuan Liu needs to do next is to spend some time rushing to various places and clean up these nobles who have been broken into pieces.

In this way, peace can be restored to Soul Society.

It seemed that he was thinking of such a scene, but perhaps this moment was not as difficult as he had imagined.

Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni couldn't help but be moved.

As long as you can do this...

Isn't it time for a better era to come?

"Is this enough to make you feel better?"

However, just as the old man in the mountain was imagining a free future for refugees without the constraints of the nobles.

Suddenly, a strange voice sounded in his ears.

Yamamoto's whole body suddenly became excited and his hair stood on end.

Who could get this close under his senses?

"who?!"

Yamamoto turned his head suddenly, his eyes looking like a tiger.

Not only him, Quebe also widened his eyes.

You know, he was the one who killed everyone in Central Room 46. How come I didn't notice any trace of this person just now?

However, when the two turned around, they saw a man wearing a plain robe, with a bushy beard, a string of thick red Buddhist beads around his neck, a wine gourd in one hand, a thick brush in the other, and high wooden clogs on his feet.

He looks round-headed and appears cheerful and sincere.

Facing Yamamoto's fierce gaze, the monk did not waver in the slightest, still maintaining his bold demeanor, not at all annoyed:

"I'm asking you, can killing just a few termites really make you feel better?"

"Would you like to kill more if you want?"

"Yamamoto."

Yamamoto looked at him, and frowned subconsciously at first, completely failing to feel the familiar spiritual pressure reaction from the big monk.

But the next second, observing the other person's appearance, Yamamoto suddenly seemed to think of some rumors and his eyes suddenly widened.

"You, could it be..."

The monk grinned, looking very sincere:

"My name is Hyoshubu Ichibei. You should have heard of me, right?"

"You can call me by my real name, Hu Heshang."

"Or perhaps, the Eye Monk."

The moment he heard the name, Yamamoto's face suddenly darkened.

He first raised his hand to stop the small movement of Quebu that was about to launch a sneak attack, then looked calmly at the fat monk in front of him and asked calmly:

"What does it mean."

A soldier from the Hyoshubu took a sip of his wine and said in a gentle voice, "It's very simple. You can kill any of these Forty-Six Chambers, Eighty-Two Sages, etc."

"I've been fed up with monks for a long time."

"However, the five nobles cannot die out."

"We must also retain at least 60% of the remaining noble Death Gods."

Like a teacher giving homework to a child, he gently said, "Listen carefully, I'm not negotiating with you—I'm telling you the bottom line."

Yamamoto listened to him without saying a word.

He just stared at the bald monk quietly and asked in the same calm tone:

"What if I don't listen?"

"Well, you'd better listen."

Hyoshubu Ichibei seemed a little distressed, and in a negotiating tone, he said something that brooked no rebuttal:

"If you don't obey, it will be troublesome."

"Then... I have no choice but to kill you, right?"

Yamamoto's pupils suddenly contracted.

But before him, Que Bu could no longer bear it and roared with an extremely tense expression:

"How dare you insult Master Genryusai!?"

Almost at the moment when the words fell, a thunderous explosion of tremendous force had already bloomed in the center of this narrow conference room. The dazzling thunder, with its peak penetrating power, flew towards the direction of the monk whose real name was Hu Heshang.

Swastika · Huang Huang Yanling left the palace!

However, facing the Bankai attack of the strongest thunder-type Zanpakutō, Hyoshubu merely glanced at it and flicked his hand in his direction as if swatting a fly.

With a "bang", Quebu rolled and fell in the middle of the ruins, losing consciousness instantly.

As expected of you!

Suzubu-kun who only plays high-end games!

The chief disciple was knocked down in front of him, but Yamamoto's expression did not change at all, and he continued to look at the Hyoshubu quietly.

"So, you...or the Soul King, don't care who rules Soul Society."

"Is it right?"

"Then why do you have to be my enemy?"

Yamamoto asked calmly, looking directly into the other's eyes.

The commander scratched his bald head:

"This is a bit troublesome to talk about."

"correct."

"Do you want to join the Soul King Palace as well?"

Chapter 6: The Three Realms and the Past (k Update)

"boom--"

A large hole appeared at the edge of the underground central conference room.

"Master Chief Teacher! What happened..."

After the Shinigami led by Fujimiya Makoto and others sensed the violent spiritual pressure fluctuations underground, they rushed here first.

Then, when Fujimiya Makoto saw the two people in the central hall, his heart skipped a beat.

Although this bald man appeared only a few times in the original novel, the impression he left on people was really deep.

However, the weak spiritual pressure of their group was not even worth Hyoshubu Ichibei turning back once. The bald man still smiled calmly and generously as he looked at Yamamoto in front of him, as if he felt that his proposal just now was very tempting.

"I also watched your fight with that kid from the Tsunayashiro family. You should have understood a little bit of the greatness of the Soul King's power, right?"

Hyoshubu Ichibei smiled and said, "Immortality is only the most basic form of this power. Beyond that, there are also powers that can elevate your strength, break through your limits, and even create unprecedented power for you."

"If you want."

Seeing the sincere expression on the monk's face, Yamamoto's heavy expression froze for a moment, and then he inadvertently smiled.

"what!"

The next moment, his expression suddenly became solemn and majestic:

“Is this your proposal?”

Almost at the moment when he finished speaking, Ichibei of the Hyoshubu Department seemed to suddenly realize something and suddenly crossed his large and strong hands to cover his chest.

Yamamoto's figure suddenly emerged like a tiger out of its cage:

"True Ten Bones!!"

The violent spiritual pressure surged and roared towards the main force.

"Boom-"

There was a muffled sound.

The impact spread in all directions and destroyed the entire underground hall.

However, Hyoshubu Ichibei, who was standing in front, only slid back a few meters.

The clogs left two deep marks on the ground.

"really."

"Do you still need to be tougher?"

As Hyoshubu Ichibei spoke, a sinister and dark smile appeared on his face.

Immediately afterwards, he opened his right palm like a sumo wrestler and suddenly pushed it towards Yamamoto.

"Thousand Miles to Heaven Palm!"

With a loud bang, Fujimiya Makoto blocked his front with his arms, but through the gap in his eyes, he seemed to see a giant arm that was thicker than the palace buildings, as if it appeared out of thin air, and suddenly fell towards Yamamoto.

Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni's eyes suddenly widened, his messy hair and thick beard fluttered in the wind, his clothes stuck tightly to his body, and his entire body was stretched taut and straight by the violent wind pressure.

"boom--"

The moment the voice fell, a huge breach was blasted out on the side of the entire underground conference room, destroying most of the hall and leading obliquely to the ground.

Yamamoto's figure also disappeared from the spot.

Ichibei of the Hyoshubu exerted force with his legs and also rushed towards the sky, leaving only two deep footprints on the ground.

At this moment, everyone present realized that something was wrong.

Something big has happened.

......

Impact, wind, and a sense of oppression.

And, a powerful force that he had never encountered in the thousands of years of roaming Soul Society.

The first time in my life.

In comparison, Tsunayashiro Shogo, who claimed to have mastered the power of the Soul King, was so far behind.