Bleach: Seireitei's self-disciplined captain - Chapter 324

c324 Hell’s will, an old friend comes to visit

The dark body stood on the same spot, with a bare patch from the neck up. Blood spurted out like a spring, dyeing the body and the ground red.

The pure black chains were all broken into pieces and scattered on the ground, soaked in blood.

Red and white objects intertwined among the ruins, and the strong smell of blood filled the nostrils, giving people a pungent feeling.

Su Feng raised his eyebrows and said unexpectedly: “You’re not going to die?”

After the words fell, countless flesh buds suddenly sprouted from Sifengyuan Qianri’s broken neck, intertwining and outlining each other like dense tentacles, restoring the original flesh and blood.

The recovery speed is very fast, and most of the head is completed in just a moment.

Half of the brain is exposed, giving people a numb scalp feeling.

In the distance, Nirvana showed strong interest, even ignoring the possible dangers, and forced himself to Sufeng’s side to observe Si Fengyuan Qianri.

“Have the dead who returned from hell blurred the concepts of life and death?”

After Nirvana observed for a moment, he came up with a possibly correct answer:

“The opponent seems to be unable to be killed, dear Captain Sufeng.”

Sufeng’s raised eyebrows never fell. Sifengyuan Qianri’s performance really surprised him.

He didn’t know whether this was an exception or whether it was common among the dead in hell.

If it’s the latter, it’s really scary.

The Fourth Great Ninja War PLUS+ version.

Even more exaggerated.

After all, most of the resurrected guys in the next village are cannon fodder, but except for the extremely vicious ones who can fall into hell, the rest are all strong men with third-level spiritual power or above.

Moreover, judging from the performance of Kumeni Entetsu, Saito Immortal, and Shifouin Senhi, as well as the information provided by Yamamoto Genryusai.

These people have been greatly strengthened.

The dead captains of the past generations will undergo another wave of strengthening. Once hell completely collapses, the scene will be so terrifying that even Sufeng dare not think about it.

Fortunately, it seems that the situation is not so bad that it is irreversible.

Before Niryuri’s observation was over, Shifengyuan Senhi regained his mobility, and violent spiritual pressure spread like a tornado.

“Captain Sufeng, I leave it to you.”

As a scientist, he has always adhered to the concept of being in the rear and ensuring his own safety first.

“Ninety-nine of the Binding Dao: Forbidden.”

Since it can’t be killed, then ban it first.

Starting with No. 99 Binding Dao, even if Sifengyuan Qianri exploded several times, he still couldn’t break free.

“No. 2·Swastika Ban!”

“The first song·stop the tension.”

“Two Qu·Bai Lian Bolan.”

The spiritual pressure was condensed, turning into black leather strips that surged out from the fingertips like rivers, instantly sealing off Shifengin Senhi’s limbs.

White strips of cloth then appeared, wrapping around his body in a superimposed manner.

Dozens of nails emerged and were driven into his joints with brute force, instantly imprisoning the flow of spiritual pressure and body movements of Shifengin Senhi.

Finally, dozens of iron pieces were inserted like blades, completely sealing off all hope of Sifengyuan Qianni, causing him to completely lose his combat effectiveness.

“Final song·Swastika Taifeng!”

Sufeng flicked his fingers, and his spiritual pressure surged like a river, crossing the sky wantonly, and finally turned into a huge stone tablet engraved with the word “卍”, which crashed down with a majestic and endless momentum.

As the ground trembled, the spiritual pressure of Shifengyuan Senni was completely isolated.

“Look for possible clues.”

Sufeng ordered, “I hope I can pry out some useful information from this female brat’s mouth.”

The three of Nirvana and Yuli immediately dispersed and searched in various ways on the ruins of the prisoner’s mansion.

Including but not limited to methods such as soul capture, spirit son detection, and spirit wave analysis.

As scientists, their methods of searching for clues may not be as skilled as those of the professional second team, but they are definitely much more complicated.

They moved various instruments out of the different space and quickly placed them on a relatively flat area.

After Sufeng glanced at it, he felt relieved and focused his attention on Saito’s immortal body again.

“Are you going to keep pretending?”

There was no response, the female kid drooled at the corner of her mouth, her eyes were confused and lifeless, as if she was completely stupid.

Then, Sufeng waved his hand.

There was only a scoff, and the red-bottomed sleeveless Captain Haori turned into countless debris and scattered in the air.

“Next time it will be the dead tyrant’s pretense.” Sufeng reminded.

However, Saito Immortal still didn’t respond at all, as if he didn’t hear Sufeng’s words at all.

“The guy on the back left who looks like a large glowing starfish is called Niryuri. He is the captain of the 12th Division and is also the current director of the Technology Development Bureau.”

Sufeng said slowly, “He has invented many things, including but not limited to various potions.”

“Due to the intensified interrogation work some time ago, he developed a potion that can amplify people’s senses ten to a hundred times.”

“And I happen to have a bottle right here.”

Sufeng turned his right hand and took out a bottle from somewhere. It contained a bubbling dark brown liquid, which gave people a deep feeling.

“You don’t want to be fed this bottle of potion when you don’t even have the Death Tyrant costume left, do you?”

As he spoke, Sufeng pinched the little face again, and he could clearly feel a little moistness on the slightly smooth touch.

She panicked.

Seeing that Saito was immortal and ready to continue resisting, Sufeng unscrewed the cork and pinched open the small cherry mouth.

The moment the mouth of the bottle touched her lips, the cold feeling immediately brought Saito back to her senses. There was a trace of unconcealable panic in her eyes, and her words became a little incoherent:

“You, what do you want to know? I said…”

Seeing this, Sufeng nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile, “This is so decent.”

Then, under the frightened gaze of Saito Immortal, he drank half of the bottle of “potion” in a big gulp.

“You, you, I…”

“Coke is a drink from this world.”

Sufeng shook the dark brown drink in his hand, “But don’t question Nirvana’s scientific research level. As I said, there is no shortage of that kind of medicine in the Technology Development Bureau.”

It’s just a matter of amplifying the senses. Nirvana can even research superhuman medicine. It’s easy to invent a weakened version of superhuman medicine.

“Tell me more about hell.”

“Also, who killed the members of the Prison Crime Family?”

Sufeng drank Coke and waited for the other party to provide corresponding information.

Jiumianjing Yantie also asked for relevant information, and after matching the two, its authenticity can be determined.

“Hell is hundreds of times more desolate than Hueco Mundo.”

There was a hint of pain on Saito’s immortal face, the past days had not been kind to her.

“The overall structure is somewhat like a cone. Of course, this is a rumor in hell, and no one has confirmed it.”

At this point, she paid special attention to Su Feng’s expression, and after seeing that he didn’t care, she continued:

“According to the spiritual pressure of the deceased and the severity of his crime, he will be assigned to different levels of hell.”

“The stronger the spiritual pressure, the lower the place where you live, and the crime is the same.”

“People like me are only detained on the seventh floor. As for how many floors below, no one knows.”

Hearing this, Su Feng’s expression was a little serious.

Hell is not an unfamiliar word in any world.

There is even a saying that there were eighteen levels of hell in the previous life.

Even in Soul Society, there are two types of hell: the Mao underground prison and the dead falling into another world.

Those who commit the most serious crimes will be condemned to the eighth level of endless hell.

Looking at it now, all hells are similar.

“Any dead person who falls into hell will be controlled by the will of hell. For example, the black chains on our bodies are the embodiment of the will of hell.”

Saito Immortality kept saying, “Because we have died once, in a sense, we belong to a special existence that is immortal.”

“The only thing that limits the length of life is the ideological self.”

“Only when you exist can you live forever.”

“Once you collapse, you will be completely crushed by the will of hell and turn into a confused and inferior jailer.”

Hearing this, Sufeng’s eyes lit up.

Good news, the dead in hell are limited.

Bad news, those who survive are the most powerful.

Maintaining the self is a very illusory word, but any existence that can strengthen the self must have a terrifyingly strong will.

This kind of character is a strong person no matter where he is placed.

“By the way, what is the will of hell?”

Sufeng noticed that Saito’s immortal expression was a bit strange when he mentioned this term.

“have no idea.”

She shook her head, “Some people say it is a special life form born in hell in endless years, and some people think it is…”

Having said this, Saito Immortal paused deliberately, and her expression became a little more solemn:

“Dead Spirit King!”

Sufeng was startled.

The Spirit King is not in the Spirit King Palace…

etc.

He suddenly came to his senses. Who said that the Spiritual King in the Spiritual King’s Palace was not “dead”?

The limbs were cut off, the internal organs were completely hollowed out, and even the exclusive ability of omniscience and omnipotence already had a successor.

Is the Spirit King in the Spirit King’s Palace really still the Spirit King?

Or is it just a wedge that maintains the movement of the Three Realms…

Saito Immortal didn’t pay attention to the change in Sufeng’s expression, but continued on his own:

“However, the current hell can no longer be judged based on past intelligence.”

“Even we don’t know what the specific situation is now.”

She hesitated and said, “The gate of hell is actually embodied by the will of hell, and its shattering means a very serious matter.”

“There’s a big problem with Hell’s Will!”

“Long before this, the power of the Hell Guard had been greatly reduced.”

“Otherwise, we wouldn’t have escaped from hell.”

“As for the members of the prison family, I guess it may have been done by other dead people in hell.”

Looking back at the wind thoughtfully.

Judging from Saito’s immortality, it is indeed unlikely that she was the murderer who killed all the members of the prison criminal family.

As for whether it was done for other dead people in hell, this is open to question.

However, a lot of useful information was gained from this conversation.

One is that there is indeed a problem in hell, the dead are fleeing, and the original Thirteenth Team is just one of them.

The second is the will of hell.

Sufeng was not sure whether it belonged to the dead Spirit King, but the probability was still very high.

Now, it is no longer possible to place hope on others and can only fight alone.

In addition, the Gotei 13 also need to be notified.

Be sure to be careful with unfamiliar strong men. There is a high probability that the other party may be the dead who have returned from hell.

Thinking of this, Sufeng reminded: “Captain Nirvana, Kiyoshinosuke, and Shadow Wolf Zuo, pack up and prepare to return to Seireitei first.”

The three of them had no doubts and packed up the instruments as quickly as possible.

The prisoner’s mansion was completely reduced to ruins due to their destruction.

Not even a complete stone could be found.

“Take this guy with you.”

Sufeng gestured, “That guy Yushiro should know more about Shifengyuan Senni.”

“Maybe we can get more information from him through the Sifengyuan family.”

Inabata Rangzuo recited the Ghost Path incantation, used the No. 73 Binding Daoshan Crystal to create a triangular cone-shaped sealing barrier, and reinforced it with a double seal.

The golden chain produced by the chain was wrapped around the mountain crystal, and the other end was held in his hand and carried on his back with brute force.

Although Inaba Kageroza is an expert in boundary research and spiritual bones, his strength far exceeds that of Yamada Seinosuke.

Even without the help of Sufeng’s power, even Nirvana would not be his opponent.

Of course, Civil War among Scientists focuses on intelligence.

Whoever has more information is the real winner.

The group of people returned to Seireitei, Saito Fu Lao Fu Shi followed Su Feng obediently, with no intention of escaping.

She knew very well that in front of this kind of monster, no matter how fast the instant step was, it would have no meaning.

Among the first-generation captains, Shifengyuan Qianni, who was best at Shunpo, fell. She didn’t think she could escape under Sufeng’s men.

The gap is too big, so it would be better to be more obedient.

Saito Immortal, who died once, expressed that he never wanted to suffer the pain of being killed again.

After traveling through three blocks at top speed, Sufeng suddenly stopped in front of a forest.

“This spiritual pressure…”

As soon as he finished speaking, the purple mist rushed out of the forest, and the large trees and grass withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the ground was corroded with hideous and terrifying traces.

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

A hoarse voice came out from the mist, “Tsunayashiro Sufeng…”

A rickety figure appeared in everyone’s sight, with an old face covered with dark spots, green pupils full of shadows, and black chains piercing the thin chest, looking extremely terrifying.

“He’s really an acquaintance.”

Sufeng recognized the other party and smiled happily, “Long time no see, Takehara Kazuhiro.”

“It’s been a long time indeed.”

Takehara Kazuhiro’s eyes were full of hatred, and his murderous intention was almost solidified. After saying hello, he summoned a thicker poisonous mist:

“Go to hell, kid!”

“The chains of hell beckon!”

This time, he came to seek revenge.

He had a bad start and was plotted against by a junior, who took away his life. He fell into hell and endured decades of torture.

Now that he has finally escaped from hell, his strength has improved significantly, and he must wash away the shame of the past as soon as possible.

Now Takehara Kazuhiro has enough confidence. Even if Tsunayashiro Sufeng is stronger than before, he will never escape his pot poison sky burial!

Purple mist swept across the sky and went straight to the wind.

Looking at the familiar attack method, Sufeng felt quite emotional.

In this era where rule systems are so popular, perhaps only the older generation can be so unpretentious.

It’s really gratifying to be true.

Then, Su Feng picked up the big-ear scraper with his right hand and fanned it forward.

The next moment, a huge palm like a mountain appeared in Takehara Kazuhiro’s sight.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. His skinny mouth murmured a few times, but he couldn’t say a complete sentence.

The purple mist that filled the sky was defeated by one blow and completely disappeared.

The power of the Thousand Mile Heaven Palm remained unabated, penetrating the heaven and earth from top to bottom. Without even a scream, a huge palm print appeared on the ground.

In the deep pit, there is a pool of flesh and mud, which seems to be telling the glorious past of Takehara Kazuhiro…