Bleach: Seireitei's self-disciplined captain

The spiritual pressure covered and spread, covering the entire plain in just a moment.

The noble Shinigami in the fringe area were suffocated on the spot, and the weaker ones even fainted directly to the ground, with foam overflowing from their mouths, looking as if they were on the verge of death.

This level of spiritual pressure is simply not something they can bear.

Sufeng stood ready, his eyes slightly sharp, staring at the ever-expanding black cavity.

In comparison, in this posture, the big guy behind the black accent is most likely Vastod.

At this stage, there shouldn't be any Arrancar.

Even if there is, the other party will not have any interest in this world.

If the rebel who was buried in falsehood knew that he had used false bait to attract a Vastod, he would probably leave with peace of mind.

The black cavity expanded rapidly and soon reached its limit.

At this moment, at the end of the horizon, another black figure settled down. A faint ghostly light lingered around it, covering its own traces while also hiding the fluctuations in spiritual pressure.

Under the fisherman's hat, a pair of military green eyes looked at the mess on the plain in astonishment.

The scene now was beyond his expectation.

"A strong person from the noble side?"

"Judging from his clothes, he seems to be a member of the Tsunayashiro family."

If Sufeng's attention was slightly distracted, he would surely be able to capture the existence of this outsider.

Strictly speaking, the two sides have also met each other.

A traitor from the Soul Society, a living profiteer, the maker of broken jade, one of the five special forces, the former captain of the 12th Division, the founder of the Technology Development Bureau...

Kisuke Urahara.

After noticing the great void spiritual pressure on the edge of Naruki City, he put down the experimental research at hand and rushed to the plains as soon as possible.

He originally planned to deal with the Great Void that came to the world and prevent himself and others from being exposed.

What I didn't expect was that a ruthless character came from the noble side in this war.

Three strikes, five strikes, and two strikes were enough to easily deal with the Achucas.

What's even more surprising is that the rebels also pulled out their trump cards and attracted even more terrifying existences from Hueco Mundo.

As the spiritual pressure continued to emerge, a solemn look appeared on Urahara Kisuke's face.

As an expert in Daxu research, he knows what this level of spiritual pressure represents.

The most superior Daxu, Vastod.

A terrifying existence above ordinary captains, the top of Hueco Mundo.

"How could a Daxu of this level be attracted to Xu Bai?"

Urahara Kisuke touched the stubble on his chin and muttered to himself incomprehensibly:

"Is it a coincidence, or is there another hidden story?"

Being a scientist who has been immersed in research all year round, he always believes that everything has multiple possibilities.

In Urahara Kisuke's understanding, the upper limit of a virtual bait is only a Killian-level Daxu. Now that Vastod appears, there must be a problem in some link.

"Let's wait and see what happens."

After thinking for a moment.

Urahara Kisuke once again applied several layers of hidden ghosts to the black cloak, "We will take action if necessary."

The black cavity in the distance expanded to its limit, and the huge spiritual pressure coming from it became more and more solid.

With a hand wrapped in white bones reaching out, the terrifying spiritual pressure that was like pouring from the sky finally descended into the world.

Buzz——

The pressure spread quickly, sweeping across the entire plain in an instant.

In the edge zone, the noble members only felt that their thinking was slowed down countless times at this moment, and the gravity in the surrounding atmosphere directly increased by more than dozens of times.

Plop, plop!

Figures fell to their knees one after another. Everyone's eyes turned white and their thoughts were empty. They only felt that the shadow of death had completely enveloped them.

Even those with strength above the rank of Chief Officer have no room to resist in the face of this huge pressure.

The gap between them has reached the level of dimensions.

"Sa, what a grand welcome ceremony!"

Overlapping and complex sounds came out from the black cavity, and the white human body slowly walked out of the darkness, and the shell bones exuded crystal light.

The pink and golden hair color is particularly eye-catching under the black tone. The white bone mask does not show any trace of violence that belongs to Xu, but is full of strange elegance.

He walked slowly on the scorched plain, sniffing the smell of blood in the air with an obsessive look on his face, and his movements gave people a gentle feeling.

"In anticipation of this welcome ceremony, I will prepare new experimental vessels for you alone."

He looked at the figure in the sky, opened his arms, and the long wings like a feather also spread out, and the majestic abyss of spiritual pressure instantly converged around it.

"Be thankful, this is a great gift to you, give everything you have for a perfect birth!"

Then, everything enveloped Su Feng's body.

Looking at the elegant figure in front of him, he saw a familiar sick smile and a vague aura of madness.

Sufeng has already determined the identity of the other party.

The future Ten Blades NO.0, Vastod, Hueco Mundo Scientist—Sal Apollo Grantz!

During this period of time, he was still in the state of the Great Hollow, and had not performed any Arrancar, so his appearance was only human-like, and he was still in a Hollow state overall.

The whole body is wrapped in a white skeletal shell. The mask that symbolizes the virtual identity highlights the appearance of glasses. The bony wings stretch out behind it, making it look more like a virtual person than a human being.

The spiritual pressure covered and locked, which was as strong as Sufeng and felt a little difficult.

Undoubtedly, as Da Xu's highest rank, Vastord's spiritual pressure strength is at least above the second-class spiritual power.

Like Ke Yatai Stark, there is no doubt that he is a first-class spiritual power.

The coercion came, and Su Feng's indifferent expression became a little dignified, and the spiritual pressure turned into a bluish-white wind, lingering around, reducing the pressure exerted by Saar Apollo.

This is the strongest enemy he has ever faced. If he is not careful, he may fall into the abyss.

Once defeated, at least he died on the spot, and then Lingzi returned to hell and became one of them; at worst, he was directly captured, and then became an experimental material for various inhumane development and research.

Su Feng didn't want these two kinds of results, so he held Lan Yin tightly.

On the plain, a gust of wind suddenly rose.

Layers of gray cumulus clouds filled the sky, intertwining with each other, making this area suddenly less bright, and plunged into gray darkness.

With full firepower, the sky is coming!

The mighty spiritual pressure erupted suddenly, and the strong wind enraged the cirrocumulus clouds, and the powerful pressure fell on the ground, creating a trembling scene immediately, and the cobweb-like cracks spread, reaching the mountain forest in the distance behind.

"What an exaggerated spiritual pressure..."

Kisuke Urahara stood in the distance, staring at the rapidly changing sky on the plain, and muttered to himself:

"It's only been three years. Where did this guy come from? Are you sure it hasn't been thirty years?"

"Why do you suddenly feel that the world of corpses and souls is so strange..."