Bleach: Stir Up the Situation

Yaskin's face showed an expression of extreme panic and fear.

If hearing Diezhong Hongjiang's voice and seeing the other party resurrected just made him a little scared because he was not sure of defeating his opponent.

Now he has understood that the person in front of him is no longer the Diezhong Hongjiang he is familiar with, or even the Diezhong Hongjiang who almost defeated His Majesty who regained his power in his impression.

This person is very likely to be on the same level as His Majesty now, that is, after devouring the Spirit King. Even if there is a difference, the gap will not be too big, at least not as big as the gap between him and this person.

The two spirit arrows that hit his eyes directly, plus the wrist that recovered quickly, even strictly speaking, Yaskin only saw the wrist broken, but did not see the wrist recover, which made him feel that the previous escape was just an illusion.

And this illusion and that fluke were shattered by Hongjiang in an instant, and his ability seemed to be completely useless to Hongjiang. He knew that his life was already in Hongjiang's hands.

"So you would also show such an expression when facing death. I thought you, who adjusted the lethal dose to play with the enemy, had long been open to death." Hongjiang slightly retracted the strength of his hands, as if he wanted to hear what Yaskin had to say. "You, you think too highly of me. I am very timid. Although I say that it is not easy to die, it is a disadvantage, but I also admit that this is my advantage, so I am very afraid of death." "Is that so?" Hongjiang asked back, and then said: "He should enjoy torturing his opponent. That is a very mental approach." Perhaps those who have not died in your style will not regret it for a moment. Yaskin still suppressed his curiosity. Even though all organs in his body were slowly failing and it was not easy to speak, I still wanted to know what happened. "Then, in that world, is there really such a poison?" Although he said that, if he asked himself, there was definitely no chance to kill Hongjiang instantly. Yaskin thought he would definitely stick to a certain style. Coming back to my senses, I raised my head and saw Hongjiang's indifferent eyes. I smiled heavily, "He said he wanted you to die in your own style, right?" Hongjiang was not afraid that Yaskin could crack it, so he explained directly: "His poison, or the poison he recognized, is a substance that causes damage to the spirit before reaching a lethal dose and then causes the poisoned person to die. Your poison directly works on the essence and concept of life, and it does not cause the fact that life is heading towards death first. The death of the spirit or prosperity would be more appropriate. It just happens naturally." "But how is that possible!" Yaskin exclaimed, "You obviously don't have adaptive antibodies. Not to mention poisons, you can quickly become immune to even spiritual pressure!" I saw a big white snake crawling out of Hongjiang's sleeves, wrapping around my palm and wrapping around my index finger, spitting out its tongue at Yaskin, and suddenly pounced on me! As Yaskin spoke, he suddenly coughed violently. I covered my mouth with my hand, and the first mouthful of blood gushed out of my throat, staining my palm bright red.

The big snake disappeared after it approached Yaskin, but a huge snake mouth appeared in the air, and the pair of long sharp teeth pierced my body directly from the neck!

What Hongjiang showed may not be the limit of my style, it is really cool, of course it will be even cooler if I can perform it myself.

"He thought that without the so-called adaptive antibodies, he would be poisoned. Of course, that idea works for a small number of people, but it works for your poison." Lu Fengyan laughed, "He is looking down on people, right? You are Yaskin, the lethal dose of Yaskin Nakruval. He actually wants you to die in his own style? How arrogant, Diezhong Hongjiang." "That is not a deadly poison. The so-called poison is not a substance that exceeds the lower limit that the body can bear. Similarly, life that should have rushed to death must be actively embraced by excessive death, and death becomes a poison for life." The person behind him is too safe. His Majesty has not proved that leaving me even a breath is an accuracy, let alone me, Yaskin. Why is life so tenacious? Lu Fengyan thought about it and finally got the answer. Every possibility is beyond my imagination, but at the same time, they can be said to be not false, but a fantasy. "So he thinks that's possible?"

"How is that possible?" I looked at my hands full of blood stupidly, "Are you poisoned?"

That was not hard to understand, but it was beyond imagination. According to Yaskin's interpretation, the poison that Hongjiang injected into me was not a material poison, but a conceptual poison.

"What did he do?"

I was really happy. For the first time, I felt that it was difficult to die, but it was not an advantage. Yaskin sighed in his heart, and at the same time, he was thinking about a question. Although it was a cool ability, it must be dying on that ability. It seemed like a torture.

"Qing Po Dao, Dead Poison Snake Fang!"

After all, I was facing Diezhong Hongjiang, who was also one of the special combat forces selected by His Majesty. Even in the battle between him and His Majesty, the rest of the special combat forces could not be compared with him. At most, Lu Fengyan thought so.

Soon, Yaskin could no longer maintain his smile. My body was not healthy enough to make me tremble even when I felt severe pain all over my body. It was not just a degenerative torture on my body, but also a degenerative torture on my will and soul.

Yaskin could not help but exclaim, and at that time Hongjiang also loosened his fingers and threw me to the ground.

"His hearing and memory seem to be fine."

"By the way, he is not omniscient like His Majesty, so you tell him that it's bad. Your perfect body is called God's Poison Vision, and the lack of adaptive antibodies is one of its abilities, so..."

"He seems to be proud of his ability. He is just proud of teasing his opponents as his style. He really lacks respect for his enemies and awe of life. Of course, you also expect him to have no awe of life."

"This is just your style. You are a woman who has mastered your own abilities. I'm sure that ability will work on him, and you will choose to be loyal to your own style."

"Deadly poisonous snake fangs are naturally the way to poison the opponent." Hongjiang seemed to be indifferent to all that.

Hongjiang said, and hurriedly raised his right hand, "Since he cares so much about his style, let him die in his own style and experience what it feels like to be tortured by him."

Lu Fengyan tried his best to make a smile. In fact, every inch of my skin is in great pain, but even so, I still want to express my feelings through that smile.

I touched my neck quickly. There was no blood or wound except for the hot sweat. But the feeling of being pierced by the sharp teeth was so real that I was a little dazed for a moment.

Could it be that there are too few types of poisons, which exceeds the lower limit of your analysis at the moment?

Or is it that I don’t have the ability to deceive you?

But such words don’t seem to be a burden to me. I spit out blood again, and my lungs seem to be burning up. I don’t feel like I’m being burned.