Chapter 827 The Last Trump Card - Don't Turn It to Kill the Ling!

Faced with Yhwach's arrogant words, the monk was not angry. He grinned as if all his previous troubles were swept away.

"Are you saying that I will lose? I am just very proud of getting rid of the name of the black ant." The brush in his hand turned into a knife again, pointing at Yhwach from a distance, "You who used to be Yhwach, the nameless person, how can you defeat me when you are completely black? Even if you already know my ability, have you forgotten? All the 'black' belongs to me!"

After he finished speaking, he raised the blade upwards, and the black like a river flowed out from Yhwach and Hongjiang, gathering at his feet to set off a high black wave.

The inky black rushed into the air, and then spread out in all directions, as if to paint the entire sky black.

The monk held the knife horizontally behind his back with his right hand, stretched out his left hand, and a black night appeared on his hand at some point, and he was also muttering something.

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

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

"Just drink it and you will sleep forever. The way of the dead, flowers are blooming..."

He threw the bowl in his left hand on the ground, jumping and waving his Zanpakuto as if dancing.

"Where is the delicious food? Dye it black, split into eight, black flames, black burning, eat it..."

As the monk waved the knife in his hand, the ink flowing on the ground was like a tide, one wave after another, attacking Youhabach and Hongjiang, and soon the ground under their feet was completely dyed black.

"The remaining pale bones will be erected as a tombstone to mourn you. I hope that in your next life, you will never be a sacrifice for us again..."

Finally, the monk stopped his meaningless dance, stuck the knife into the ground, put his hands together, and the ground shook slightly.

"Don't turn the Taisha Mausoleum!"

A dark temple that seemed to absorb all light rose behind the monk. With the appearance of the temple, countless blacks were laid down as steps by the messy tombstones and spread all the way to Yhwach and Hongjiang.

The Soul King Omotesando seemed to disappear, and the whole world became only the dark temple and countless tombstones, showing the cold and horror.

"A hundred nights of the Soul Society in a hundred years have been taken away for you, no, for you to prepare a group of mourning tombstones." The monk put his hands together, his eyes looked extremely cold and ruthless, "Don't turn the Taisha Mausoleum will absorb the blackness of your body, whether it is blood or flesh, everything will disintegrate into nothingness in the dark, and there will be no way to reincarnate, and fall directly into the dark hell!"

Both Hongjiang and Yhwach's bodies were collapsing bit by bit, but they both acted unusually calm, as if they didn't take the monk's words to heart at all.

Hongjiang felt very magical now. Although his body was breaking and dissipating bit by bit, he didn't feel any pain.

At the same time, rather than saying that life is fading away bit by bit, it is better to say that it is like being strangled by the throat, and the feeling of suffocation makes people feel that death is slowly approaching.

Hongjiang once barely experienced this feeling of death approaching, that was the moment when he was beheaded for the first time with Zaraki Futaba.

It was just because of the existence of the Jiagui Luoxian Clothes that he knew he would not die, so the feeling was fleeting.

And when he practiced with the fairy clothes later, no matter how he "self-harmed", he could no longer feel any sense of death.

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

But despite this, this should be the monk's strongest killer move, the Untransforming Taishaling, cannot represent death. After all, in Hongjiang's conception, if something that can represent pure death can appear, he will not feel anything and will be assimilated by it.

The ‘black’ power of the opponent’s Zanpakutō Ichimonji is a different manifestation of the Kidō, death, but it was originally only able to erase the opponent’s name, or it could be said to erase it from the public’s cognitive system.

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

But Hongjiang does not think that the monk himself has the power to be so close to death. The qualitative change of his power has occurred, and it is more likely that the quantitative change has produced a qualitative change.

However, this also gave Hongjiang a hint. If the Kidō is compared to a sea, when he first studied the Kidō, he certainly tried to master more Kidō, and even created new Kidō that could cope with more situations. This process is tentatively called exploring the breadth of the Kidō.

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

Although the Tsukigane Reikiri is known as the strongest Zanpakutō of the Kidō system, its power is closely related to the user's mastery and understanding of Kidō. If one wants to further develop its Bankai, one must naturally have a deeper understanding of Kidō, or be closer to the essence of Kidō.

Of course, the Futen Taisha-ryō performed by the monk was not to remind Hongjiang, he ignored the principle that quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

In fact, Hongjiang had no choice but to shift the breadth of his research focus from the ghost path to the depth, because he had already touched a boundary. Perhaps he could create more ghost paths, but if he could not cross that boundary, he would not be able to explore the wider part of the ghost path ocean.

Just like the process of developing the Black Flame Burial Soul, he could increase the power of the ghost path by creating an environment and other means, but at the expense of its release speed, which was a defect that he could not make up for no matter what.

In short, with Hongjiang's current understanding of the ghost path, he could support him to create more ghost paths, but he could not support him to create a more complete and excellent ghost path. This is the limit determined by the depth, and it is a qualitative change that cannot be caused by creating any number of equal ghost paths.

At the same time, he could not go further in depth, and his Moon Scythe Spirit Cutting could not be Bankai, which also led to his strength being bottlenecked.

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

And now the monk's Fuzhuan Taisha Ling gave him inspiration, a way that could not immediately make a breakthrough in the depth of the ghost path, but could improve his strength and deal with the current situation.

He has always been pursuing a further breakthrough in depth, his eyes have always stayed on the boundary he is in, 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, temporarily stop pursuing the realm he cannot reach, and focus on the scenery he cannot see.

Put your eyes, heart and even body into it.

Look carefully, feel, and experience what you have.