Bleach: Stir Up the Situation

Faced with Yhwach's arrogant rhetoric, the monk was not angry. He grinned as if all his previous worries had been swept away.

"Are you saying that I will lose? I am just proud of getting rid of the name of black ant." The brush in his hand turned into a knife again, pointing at Yhwach from a distance, "The nameless person who was once Yhwach, all over his body How can you defeat me in the darkness? Even if you already know my ability, have you forgotten that all the 'blackness' belongs to me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his blade upwards, and river-like blackness poured out from Yhwach and Hongjiang, gathering at his feet and setting off a high black wave.

The ink-like black rushed into the air, and then spread out in all directions, as if it was going to blacken the entire sky.

The monk held the knife behind his back with his right hand, stretched out his left hand, and at some point a mouthful of black wine appeared on his hand, and at the same time he was mumbling something.

"Eternal night, long night, come here, stop for a while and have a glass of wine before leaving..."

The black ink from the sky flowed into the bowl in his hand bit by bit, and then he tilted his hand and spilled the ink in the bowl on the ground.

"It's just that after drinking it, you will sleep forever. In the way of the dead, flowers will bloom..."

He dropped the bowl in his left hand on the ground and jumped around as if dancing, waving the Zanpakutō in his hand.

"Where is the delicacy? Dye it black, split it into eight, burn it with black flames, and eat it..."

As the monk waved the knife in his hand, the ink flowing on the ground was like a tide, hitting Youhabach and Hong Jiang one after another, and soon the ground under their feet was completely blackened.

"The remaining pale bones will be erected as tombstones to mourn for you. I hope that you will never become our sacrifice again in the next life..."

Finally, the monk stopped his unclear dance, thrust the knife into the ground, clasped his hands together, and the ground shook slightly.

"Don't turn around too much!"

A dark temple that seemed to be able to absorb all light rose up behind the monk. As the temple appeared, countless black tombstones were laid out as steps, and spread all the way to Yohabach and Hong Jiang.

The former Soul King Omotesando seemed to have disappeared, and the whole world became only the dark temple and countless tombstones, showing a cold and terrifying look.

"The Soul Society a hundred years later has taken away a hundred nights of mourning tombstones prepared for you, no, for you." The monk clasped his hands together, his eyes looking extremely cold and ruthless, "If you don't turn around, Taisha Tomb will absorb the blackness from you. , whether it is blood or flesh, everything will darkly disintegrate into nothing, and there will be no way to reincarnate and fall directly into the dark hell!"

Both Hongjiang and Youhabach's bodies were collapsing little by little, but both of them acted extremely calm, as if they didn't take the monk's words to heart at all.

Hong Jiang feels amazing now. Although his body is disintegrating and dissipating little by little, he doesn't feel any pain.

At the same time, rather than saying that life is disappearing little by little, it is more like being strangled by the throat. The suffocating feeling makes people feel that death is slowly coming.

Hongjiang once barely experienced this feeling of death coming, and that was the first time he and Mole Cheng Shuangye were beheaded.

Just because of the existence of Jia Gui Luo Xian's clothes, when he knew that he would not die, that feeling was fleeting.

And when he later practiced with the Immortal Clothes, no matter how much he 'self-mutilated', he could no longer feel any feeling of death.

And now he once again experienced the feeling of death, and this feeling was extremely special, without pain, but the dark tombstones seemed to be filled with death, smearing and swallowing the life in his body bit by bit!

But despite this, this should be regarded as the most powerful killing move of the monk. It cannot represent death. After all, in Hong Jiang's imagination, if something that can represent pure death can appear, then he will not feel anything. Assimilated by it.

The 'black' power of the opponent's Zanpakuto Ichimonji is originally Kidō, an alternative manifestation of death, but it can only erase the opponent's name, or it can be said to erase it from the public's cognitive system. remove.

But now it is also black, but it can directly affect the enemy. It is not erasing it from the cognitive system, but truly putting its body and soul into pure death. There is no doubt that its power has undergone a qualitative change.

However, Hong Jiang does not believe that the monk himself has the power to be so close to death. The quality of his power has changed, and it is more likely that the quantitative change has led to a qualitative change.

However, this also gave Hongjiang a hint. If the ghost path is compared to a sea, when he first studied the ghost path, of course he tried to master more ghost paths, and even created new ones that could cope with more situations. Ghost path, this process is called exploring the breadth of ghost path.

At this stage, he certainly does not feel that he has seen every corner of the ocean, but pursuing its essence has undoubtedly become his new focus in exploring the ghost path. This stage is called exploring the depth of the ghost path.

Although Tsukama Reikiri is known as the strongest Zanpakutō in the Kidō system, its power is closely related to the user's mastery and understanding of Kidō. If you want to further understand its swastika, you must have knowledge of Kidō. A deeper understanding can also be said to be closer to the essence of the ghost path.

Of course, the monk's performance of "Bu Zhuan Tai Sha Ling" did not remind Hong Jiang that he had ignored the principle that quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.

In fact, Hongjiang has no choice but to shift the focus of his research on ghost paths from breadth to depth, because he has already touched a boundary. Maybe he can create more ghost paths, but if he cannot cross that boundary, he cannot explore it. The wider part of the ghost ocean.

Just like the process of developing the Black Flame Burial Soul, he can increase the power of the ghost path by creating environments and other means, but the sacrifice is the speed of its release. This is a flaw that he cannot make up for in any case.

To put it simply, Hongjiang's current understanding of ghost ways can support him in creating more ghost ways, but it cannot support him in creating more perfect and excellent ghost ways. This is the limit determined by depth, how much is created. It is a qualitative change that cannot be caused by the same ghost path.

At the same time, without being able to go further in depth, his Moon Scythe Reikiri could not be understood, which also caused his strength to reach a bottleneck.

It can be said that his strength has not improved at all for at least ten years.

But now the monk's Bu Zhuan Tai Sha Ling gave him a revelation, a method that although he could not immediately make a breakthrough in the depth of the ghost path, could improve his strength and deal with the situation at hand.

He has always been pursuing further breakthroughs in depth, and his eyes have always stayed on the boundary where he is, eager to see the wider world beyond the boundary.

Now that Hongjiang has closed his eyes, he needs to temporarily withdraw his eyes and heart, and temporarily stop pursuing the realm that he cannot reach and the scenery that he cannot see.

Put your eyes, heart and even body into it.

Look, feel, and appreciate what you have.