Chapter 156 Our Family Can’t Fall Behind.

"It's snowing?"

The deputy captain of the eighth division, Lisa Yatomaru raised her head in surprise and looked at the falling "snowflakes".

It fell on the ground, among the burning embers, and on everyone's bodies.

Soon, it became a layer of gray.

It was invisible to the naked eye and was composed of tiny dust particles with some unknown properties.

A puff of dark snowflakes.

When the black shadow touches the burning embers, dark snowflakes fall from the sky, like the ashes of something burned out.

It soon covered everything in sight.

It's like backfilling the grave during a funeral, burying it all.

Sensing something strange, the captains and vice-captains all stood ready, their spiritual pressure ready to go off. Even Yamamoto put his hand on the scabbard at his waist.

Wisps of heat waves instantly evaporated the black snow falling on the body.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ru Yueming frowned.

Although he has never presided over a soul burial ceremony, he has presided over similar ceremonies no less than a hundred times.

A similar situation has never occurred.

"Then, what is that?"

There were exclamations from the crowd, causing everyone to look up.

Above the deep, pitch-black sky, a huge door slowly appeared. The black and red colors seemed to have been solidified by blood.

On both sides of the door, huge skulls with different decorations are embedded in it. The twisted palms with a faint luster are deeply sunk between the cracks of the door, as if they are pulling the door open to the side.

The scalp-numbing creaking sound echoed between heaven and earth, filling everyone's eardrums, like a sharp knife trying to cut open the skull and take out the brain, spinal cord.

"Door of hell?"

Yamamoto was stunned. As a well-informed captain, he recognized the door suspended in the sky at a glance.

In his thousands of years of life, he has seen the Gate of Hell more than once.

But I have never had any impression of a situation like this.

As his voice fell, the skeleton arm on the door twisted, bursting out with powerful power in an instant, and directly opened the door to hell.

A huge black vortex appeared, with arc magma jumping wildly in it, and a huge suction force came from the vortex.

The embers on the ground stirred up, turned into a tornado, and flew into the sky and into the vortex.

However, just halfway through the journey, the fine black shadow turned into a torrent, pressing down the embers with a bang, and the power of the eye crazily annihilated the captain's spirit son that could not be decomposed.

Seeing this, the vortex seemed to be angry, and the suction force suddenly increased several times. Even the deputy captain who was watching the ceremony was affected and had to burst out spiritual pressure to resist this powerful suction force.

"All vice-captains leave!"

Kyoraku ordered, "Including you, Lisa!"

Lisa Yatomaru, who was standing next to him, seemed to want to say something more, but when she saw that unyielding look, she immediately turned her head aside, activated Shunbu and left the ceremony site.

The torrent of black shadows suspended in the sky and the gate of hell are like gladiators fighting each other, refusing to give in to each other and constantly increasing their power.

Yamamoto moved lightly, appeared beside Kisaragi Akira, and asked in a low voice:

"So, can you explain to me what is going on now?"

Hearing this, Ru Yueming immediately stared at his teacher with a look that looked retarded. It wasn't until he was punched hard that he calmed down a bit.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"The boss wanted to steal Hell's customers, but Hell wouldn't let him take it away, and then the two started arguing."

"Now it depends on whose strength is more unreasonable."

Hearing this, Yamamoto was startled.

He stared at the two opposing forces in the sky with stunned eyes, unable to understand Ru Yueming's words for a while.

The surface meaning is that I understand.

But what is the deeper meaning?

Why does hell want to compete for these spiritual children with third-level spiritual pressure and above, who cannot be re-degraded by Soul Society?

Did Mimi Haki really confront hell just because of the sacrificial ceremony held by Kisaragi Akira?

For some reason, Yamamoto remembered the first time he met Mimi Haki.

The dignified captain of the Gotei 13 was almost exchanged for two roasted sweet potatoes.

Fortunately, in Mimi Haki's eyes, his captain was worth a little more than two roasted sweet potatoes. Otherwise, an unprecedented and huge conflict would have broken out that day.

But if you think about it this way, it seems that it is not impossible to fight hell for a few sacrifices.

Yamamoto suddenly remembered that Akira Kisaragi went to Hueco Mundo to capture the sacrifices for this soul burial ceremony.

Could it be that this kid had already reached this point from the beginning?

Thinking of this, Yamamoto's eyes narrowed slightly and he looked at Kisaragi Ming next to him.

But I saw the stupid disciple's face full of excitement, eager to fight in the sky.

Forget it, I didn’t say anything.

Yamamoto shook his head and returned his attention to the tense and anxious confrontation.

As if realizing that this suction alone could not suppress Mimihaji's power, countless thick blue-black arms suddenly emerged from the black vortex.

The muscles on it are bulging, exuding powerful spiritual pressure, with the unique aura of hell, giving people an indescribable feeling of oppression.

The group of blue-black arms grabbed directly downwards, trying to completely tear the torrent of black shadows into pieces and take back everything that belonged to them.

Seeing this, Ru Yueming was about to take action, but found that a small figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The white Captain Haori floats in the wind, and the number "one" is particularly eye-catching.

Yamamoto leaned on his crutch and slowly opened his eyes, and a ray of golden-red flame flashed in his pupils.

"Leave it to me."

A handful of gold and red erupted on the crutch in his hand, burning the outer wood fiber into ashes with a swish, revealing the Zanpakutō hidden inside.

There is an oval-shaped sword on the brown scabbard, and the dark purple hilt is held tightly by a big old hand.

With the burst of cold light, the temperature in the air suddenly rose.

The black snow falling in the sky was evaporated in an instant, as if the afterglow of the setting sun returned to the world, and scorching flames appeared on the blade.

next moment.

The extremely hot breath exploded, and the blazing sun rose into the sky!

"Everything in the world is reduced to ashes!"

The old man held the hilt of the knife tightly in his hand, drew the knife from bottom to top, and slashed. A terrifying and scalp-numbing spiritual pressure beam shot straight into the sky, lighting up the entire venue, and at the same time, a trace of sparks bloomed on it.

"Flowing blade like fire!"

The moment the words fell, red flames burst out on the blade, and a terrifying aura covered everyone's heart.

A tornado of flames rose from the ground and turned into a scorching ball tens of meters high.

Wherever the blade passed by like fire, everything turned into ashes and dust.

Amidst countless low buzzing sounds like bees, the flame wall tornado roared down, and the breath of destruction rushed directly towards the gate of hell.

The blazing light seemed to light up the world.

Ru Yueming looked at the exaggerated scene in front of her with bared teeth, and suddenly felt that there was a long way to go. If she wanted to beat the old man over the mountain, I was afraid there was still a long way to go.

Jingraku Shunsui shook his head and sighed, saying that he was not unjustly beaten.

Compared with a god of death like Old Man Shan, whose fighting power is extremely exaggerated, my waist is not as thick as his arms, and the two of them are not on the same level at all.

The flames engulfed those thick black and blue arms, burning them all into ashes in just a moment and scattering them flutteringly.

At the right time, the last step of the soul burial ceremony was completed.

The souls that could not be degraded were all broken into pieces and returned to the embrace of Soul Society.

The soul burial ceremony is completed!

Yamamoto narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the scene in front of him.

For some reason, he actually read emotions called joy and gratitude from the decomposed spirit son.

Illusion?

Or……

…………

A soul burial ceremony ended without any danger.

As the spirit son was decomposed, the gate of hell slowly closed, turning into a phantom and gradually dissipating.

In addition to seeing the diversity of species, the captain present also had a better understanding of the mystery of Ruyue Ming.

It turns out the rumors were not rumors!

Akira Kisaragi, who is about to succeed the captain of the 11th Division, can really summon the gods through sacrifices.

Still a powerful god who can compete with hell!

Except for Yamamoto Kyoraku and Ukitake, no one else knows the true identity of Mimi Haki.

In their eyes, the huge black shadow that looked completely different from the God of Death was undoubtedly very similar to the gods in various rumors.

This soul burial ceremony not only saved the dead powerful Death God from falling into hell, but also created a wave of publicity for the Nigu Shrine.

Even the Ise family, a family of priests, recognized the status of Kisaragi Akiraji and provided him with financial support, striving to rebuild the Nikoku Shrine in the Rukongai area, or even in the Seireitei. .

In this regard, Ruyue Ming directly decided on the location.

The new location of the Nigu Shrine was determined to be the most prosperous area in Runlin'an District.

Under the influence of Qian's ability, luxurious temples were built, and priests in charge of various positions were quickly put into place.

After that, Kisaragi Akira made a special trip to the Nigu District, picked up Shizune, and appointed her as the Grand Palace Secretary as the Grand Palace Secretary.

Whenever he is away, Ise Shizune handles all affairs in the shrine.

Shizune was very happy about this.

The cub that was finally raised now finally knows how to repay.

Ise Shizune is not interested in the God of Death. She grew up in the shrine since she was a child, and her biggest ideal is to spread the name of the Inverse Bone Shrine throughout the Soul Society.

Now that my ideal has been successfully achieved, I can only say that I have no regrets in life.

The only unhappy thing is that it seems that my cub is about to be abducted by a woman outside.

After completing the work at the shrine, Akira Kisaragi returned to the 11th Division team building.

Now that the propaganda mission is over, the members of the 11th Squadron have returned to their homes and started practicing hard.

Although he has been performing promotional tasks in Rukongai for a long time.

But they never stopped hearing about their captain's reputation.

What about punching Captain Yamamoto and kicking the five nobles?

There have even been more than two Death God captains who died tragically under the iron fist of Lord Gong Si.

If we continue at this rate, the captain will be overthrown, and the new king will ascend the throne, it will be just around the corner!

But precisely because of this, the members of Squad 11 realized their own weakness.

With this little strength, how could he charge behind Lord Gong Si?

If you don't have enough strength, you will be ruthlessly left behind.

Therefore, you must practice your teeth severely!

Looking at the heated training scene in front of him, Ru Yueming's blood seemed to be mobilized, and he joined in, sweating with everyone.

It is a pity that the training intensity of the team members is too low.

Can't even make him sweat.

After standing there and thinking for a moment, Kisaragi Ming left the 11th Division.

…………

The second division team building.

The third team dormitory.

"Farewell, my cabin."

Urahara Kisuke looked at the spotless and clean room in front of him, with a sad expression on his face.

He was not only saying goodbye to the second team, but also saying goodbye to his former self.

Ever since the fight with Akira Kisaragi in the dojo, he knew that his happy life in the past was gone forever.

Although the position was suddenly promoted from ordinary team member to deputy captain.

But he was not happy at all.

Considering the reputation of the 11th Division, the tragic career ahead was already visible to the naked eye.

"Kisuke, Kisuke!"

Just when he was thinking this, the devil's whisper suddenly came from the courtyard.

Hearing this voice, Urahara Kisuke shuddered instinctively, then forced a smile on his face that was uglier than crying, opened the door and walked out.

"Hey, you know I'm here to pick you up?"

Kisaragi Akira suddenly felt happy when she saw Urahara Kisuke carrying big and small bags, looking like he was moving.

"Come on, I want you to help me practice!"

Hearing this, Urahara Kisuke suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

His face was earth-colored, and he looked lifeless.

At Kisaragi Akira's urging, Urahara Kisuke followed him back to Squad 11.

Soon, all the team members were summoned.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Ruyue Ming formally introduced the new vice-captain to them.

"This is Urahara Kisuke, the hidden peerless master."

"His strength is strong enough to rival the captains of other teams. In terms of intelligence, which is the most important thing, he is second only to me."

"From now on, he will be responsible for all matters in the team, big and small."

"If you encounter any difficulties in cultivation, you can also come and seek help."

"The enthusiastic Vice-Captain Urahara will definitely not shirk it."

Urahara Kisuke looked at the sky in silence.

He knew that once he joined the 11th Division, he would be greeted with endless oppression.

The future life seems to be visible at a glance.

After the meeting of Team 11, the team members dispersed and continued their busy training or work.

Urahara Kisuke was just about to leave when he was dragged back by Akira Kisaragi.

"Kisuke, have you been to Division 12?"

Hearing this, Urahara Kisuke immediately felt wary and carefully replied: "I've been there once or twice, what's wrong?"

Ru Yueming grinned: "That's no problem."

"I think our home is a bit too simple. This thatched cottage and this wooden-carved wooden house don't fit in with the style of the 11th Squadron from any angle."

Urahara Kisuke was stunned for a moment, unable to understand Kisaragi Akira's thoughts.

"what do you mean?"

Kisaragi Akira patted Urahara Kisuke on the shoulder, his smile unchanged:

"According to the architectural style and technological level of the 12th Division, we will recreate it in our home."

Urahara Kisuke: "?"