As soon as the words fell, the space instantly condensed to freezing point, and then bursts of suppressed and extremely crazy sounds came.
"Chase him, wolves."
"Conquer him, Queen Shark."
"Pray, Holy Crying Mantis."
……
Except for Bailegang, all the ten blades immediately returned to their swords, and a shocking storm was whipped up, raging outward with a devastating force.
Li Chuan watched quietly. If you are careful, you can find that it is just loud and has no impact on the surrounding space.
The yard and house remained standing, and even the nearby sand and stones remained indifferent.
After about a few seconds, the pressure of the eruption showed an unstable trend and began to weaken. After a while, all the momentum disappeared invisible.
In his daze, Stark felt a sense of weakness coming from his body and spreading throughout his body.
A deep sense of fatigue surged from the deepest part of my soul, and my body went limp and fell to the ground.
What kind of situation is this that can't be solved? Things that can be completed in an instant are suddenly freed up.
When I thought about it more carefully, the concept of returning to the edge actually became blurry.
The other ten blades were no exception, falling to the ground in unison.
Li Chuan couldn't help but chuckle: "In Hueco Mundo, are you taking action against me?"
Ulquiorra lost his usual calmness and was in a panic. He felt that the spiritual pressure in his body was slowly passing away and his ability to survive was dissipating. This feeling was even more terrifying than facing Aizen.
"Who are you?"
"I? I am the Great Xu who gave you strength."
"Horse? There is no hole in the hole? Now, I don't even bother to make up lies." Ulquiorra actually showed a trace of anger in his eyes.
Li Chuan laughed: "Stark has ten blades, Ulquiorra, although you have forty blades, you were the first to touch the threshold of Wangxu, which is a bit beyond my expectation." p>
Faced with these words, Ulquiorra might have been very happy the day before, but now he only felt deeply humiliated.
Li Chuan shook his head. In Hueco Mundo, anyone who dares to attack him will be rejected by the whole world. The air becomes a deadly poison, and the spiritual pressure becomes a killing knife. Every grain of sand and stone will hit him.
Bullets.
What's more, the other party is still a Hueco Mundo creature. If Li Chuan hadn't deliberately said hello, from the moment they took action against the ancient tree, these rising stars immediately became nourishing nutrients again.
There is no shortage of Vastod in Hueco Mundo. As long as Li Chuan wants to, he can create a top king Xu army that is even more powerful than Kaiser's era in a hundred years.
"Ignorance is a kind of happiness, but also a kind of cruelty." Li Chuan suddenly felt some sympathy for them. No matter in the animation in his previous life or now, he cannot do without the mission of the tool man.
Putting yourself in Li Chuan’s shoes, this is not what he thinks.
The way of heaven is unkind and treats all things as stupid dogs.
Stark looked at him coldly: "If you want us to surrender, stop dreaming."
"Oh? The God of Death can do it, why can't I, Xu?" Li Chuan asked with interest.
There was no answer, his tough expression revealed his choice, and the other ten blades had the same idea.
"Stark, you are the smartest among you. If I am right, you should have already begun to doubt my identity."
As soon as these words came out, the black man was shocked. He looked at Stark's back and murmured: "Stark..."
"Well, your appearance is so coincidental that it has become a flaw. Whether it is your first appearance or your appearance in Xuye Palace, it is at the most appropriate time."
"And you call Balegang a little guy."
The smile in Li Chuan's eyes grew stronger: "Continue."
"None of us Daxu have seen you before, but even though you said you haven't seen us, it's clear from your words that you have."
"Bailegan was backlashed by his own ability. Even among us, we don't know much about it, and you can see the root of it at the first time. This is a contradiction in itself."
Li Chuan was stunned. Could it be that this sentence exposed him? Then he thought about it, it was impossible.
"This can only mean that you have doubts about my origin."
Stark sighed: "Yes, I thought I had an extra partner with whom I could fight against the one from fifty years ago."
Whether it was the peace treaty between the Vastods, or the fact that Balegang was backlashed by his own abilities and was forced to surrender to Aizen, there was always power catalyzing the process.
This force is fear.
"But it still doesn't prove that I am the same person fifty years ago."
"Until we come to this space." Stark glanced at the surrounding scenery, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.
"There is only this deep space that we can't find."
"This answer is far-fetched." Li Chuan denied.
Stark lowered his head, unable to see his emotions at the moment: "Yes, the strength you have shown may be higher than the strength shown by that god of death."
After saying that, he raised his head with anger in his eyes.
"You said you were a hypocrite. Your strength is obviously no less than Aizen, so why did you surrender?"
"Why did you surrender?" Li Chuan asked.
"Why?" Stark was confused again.
Li Chuan shook his head, a little disappointed: "It seems that I still think highly of you. You just have this idea and you deny it, which doesn't mean anything."
Ulquiorra said coldly: "There is only the spiritual pressure that appears out of thin air, the special rain, and the sacrificial gathering. Other than that, there is no information."
"If you don't admit it, who can know." Sal Apollo said at this time: "But I really want to know what you plan to do with us."
He didn't want to get into the reasons why he completely lost his fighting ability and couldn't even use the Return Blade.
"Then what would you think if I told you that the life spiritual pressure rain also has the effect of erasing memory?"
Sure enough, Stark looked relieved.
It’s no wonder that we don’t have any information. Not only us, we don’t even have any impression of the most basic low-level virtuality. The more we absorb, the more completely we forget.
At that time, the entire Hueco Mundo was plunged into endless carnival.
Deep in the index finger, a wave quietly emits, reflecting into the deepest part of these little guys' souls.
The ten blades that were paralyzed on the ground disappeared, and their aura was increasing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. Bailegang was no exception, and returned to the Vastod realm.
However, no one trembled and remained in their original posture.
My mind went blank, and the disappeared memories reappeared at this time.
One day fifty years ago, the darkness of Hueco Mundo, the pressure covering the entire Hueco Mundo, and the king who only enjoyed the moonlight.
The realm above Vastod is also fully unlocked, Wang Xu, the method to advance to Wang Xu, and Best, the spokesperson of Hueco Mundo's will.
Each of the eleven Yachukas has been endowed with hundreds of years of high-quality spiritual pressure.
And what he said: "The era of Hueco Mundo."
When they regained their clarity, figures jumped up one after another, including Bailegang, with fanatical worship on their faces. They knelt on the ground and said in unison: "King."