Chapter 976： sorry i'm late

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Pfft——!

The blade of blood finally touched God.

Behind Uzhihua, the black mist that filled the air was suddenly cut out of a wide road.

The slender blade that was bright red like blood penetrated the chest of the man of darkness.

But the person holding the hilt of the sword was in a posture of white bones, with strands of flesh and blood hanging on it, as terrifying as a ghost who broke free from **** and took revenge on the world.

That terrifying sword energy pierced thousands of meters away.

Looking into the distance, the entire city and even in the void, there are still blood-colored brilliance of Dandan.

Even the head of the **** was left with an astonishing crack dozens of feet wide by her last sword.

The dark man who turned into a monster-like posture was the first to be involved in the storm. Under the raging of thousands of fierce sword lights, he was completely smashed and turned into a pool of rotten flesh.

The rich blood color, like the rays of the sky, turned the entire city into red.

Everything seemed to foreshadow that the battle was over.

But in the next second, the smashed mud and rotten flesh slowly grew a seedling-like sticky tentacle full of evil patterns.

Whoa!

The smooth tentacles like seedlings start to grow and grow at an alarming rate.

Then, in the beating blood of the white bone boy hole, the sticky tentacles covered with evil patterns twisted and twisted into a man.

Exactly the same black striped suit, as well as ordinary facial features and face.

She...is the dark one.

"Your sword did touch me."

The dark man lifted his eyes, and there was a hint of indifference in the bottom of his eyes, and said: "But... and then?"

The black mist that was pierced by a sword fell down with her sound, and it rolled and gathered again.

Immediately afterwards, she slowly stretched out her hand and grasped the blood-colored blade.

"As a human being, you really amaze me."

The man of darkness held the blade and squeezed it slowly, making a rattling sound, with a coldness on the corner of his lips: "If it's not a matter of time, maybe I'll try to pollute you, but unfortunately... …”

Before he finished speaking, a huge force suddenly erupted between the five fingers pinched together.

boom!

The blood-condensed blade suddenly collapsed in a whimper.

The bright red blood slowly dripped onto the ground along the gap in her palm, splashing petals.

Looking at Maozhihua Baqianliu again, it has been completely reduced to a skeleton, and there is not a single bit of flesh and blood on the whole body. Even the **** ocean that has flowed out is only left in the dark eye socket, like a star and a half of a candle in the wind.

As she promised, she would never bleed.

Now...the blood is dry.

After the last **** blade was crushed, she could no longer maintain the solution.

Tan Dan's blood-colored brilliance subsided, returning to the original shallow strike style. The Zanpakutō with an amazing curvature was tightly held by Uzhihua Yaqianliu, still maintaining the last-minute stance of drawing the sword.

But if you look closely, you will find that her Zanpakutō is covered with staggered cracks.

The next moment, Zanpakutō slowly withered and crumbled like fallen leaves in autumn.

In the world of souls, there is an iron law.

If the Zanpakutō is damaged in the **** state, it means that it will never be fully repaired.

At the same time, if the **** dissipates against the master's will in the state of swastika, it means that the holder of the Zanpakutō is inevitably about to die.

The blooming blood flower is now withered and about to wither.

In the Yuzhihua Baqianyu who has completely turned into a bone, the last trace of consciousness left in the depths of her mind is only the promise to protect her and Lord, so even if she has turned into this ghost, she still maintains the last bit of consciousness. moment pose.

"Humans...hehe, what an interesting race."

The dark man's eyes were cold, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Then, she slowly put down her hands, walked past the white bones, and stepped directly into the ruins.

For a dying person, she is neither interested nor too lazy to waste it.

Anyway... throw it here, and it will die soon.

The most important thing now is to get back what she had lost.

The man of darkness came to the ruins, waved his hand, and black mist spewed out, cleaning up the accumulated ruins and opening up a path.

Although the collection hall has been turned into ruins, there are still a lot of valuable treasures in it. This is all thanks to the eight thousand streams of Unohwa, who stopped the group of greedy mercenaries and slaves.

However, that wasn't her goal.

The dark man walked step by step, ignoring the treasures scattered around him, enough to make countless people jealous.

In the end, her eyes narrowed slightly and she stopped in front of a fallen book.

On the black book cover, there are two gilded words - "Bible"!

"Hehe, found it."

The man of darkness picked up the Bible and opened it casually, and a piece of yellow paper the size of a slap fell.

With two fingers, he easily pinched the yellow paper that was falling from the air, brought it to his eyes, and looked at it carefully.

It was a very rough piece of paper, dark yellow in color, with obvious signs of tearing at the edges and corners. It was obviously a small piece of paper that had been torn off artificially from a complete piece of paper, with a few paragraphs of words depicted in unknown characters.

The black child hole moved along the handwriting, as if there was something very important written on it, so she refused to let go of the slightest bit.

"Tsk...what a sly old thing."

After a while, the man of darkness squeezed the yellow paper tightly, his face was full of anger, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's hidden in so many places, no wonder I haven't found it after so many years!"

Slimy tentacles covered with evil patterns spewed out of her body again, this time in more numbers.

All the tentacles are waving twisted, like a giant that stirs the wind and clouds, setting off countless waves of the black mist, slapping the surrounding void, showing how angry she is now.

You know, even Unohana's obstruction was never so angry.

"Forget it, let's go to part of it first."

The dark man sneered, looked up at the head of the god, and said, "Hehe, I finally found it!"

The voice fell, and she turned into a cloud of black mist, rushed out of the head of the gods, and then moved towards the depths of the realm of knowledge that chaotic star field.

...

In the collapsed ruins, the space moved violently, and then was suddenly torn apart.

The next moment, a figure with killing intent stepped out of the shattered space, and his eyes locked on the flower of Mao who had turned into a bone.

"strong......"

The comer is Lord, who got out of trouble.

But when he saw Mao Zhihua's appearance, his heart twitched for a moment, and the child's hole shrank to the tip of a pin.

Lord came to Maozhihua, raised his hand and touched the face of the bones.

It was very cold, like winter ice, enough to soak through the skin, a biting cold.

As if feeling his breath, Unohwa Yaqianryu slowly put down the hilt, and leaned into his arms without support.

In Lord's angry eyes, there was a flash of distress, and he said softly, "Sorry... I'm late."