Chapter 238 Good Luck! Are You Proud?

The barrier was completed, and the real Karakura Town was exchanged with the fake Karakura Town. Karakura Town was already hidden in the Soul Society by the Shinigami.

The powerful auras of each party appeared in the fake Karakura Town, including the captain of the Gotei 13, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.

Chu Yang met the old man, and both sides were restrained and did not quarrel in front of others, but the atmosphere became very weird.

Old man Yamamoto did not mention the matter of the Hogyoku, but Chu Yang knew that he would find trouble with him after the matter of the Arrancar was over.

For this reason, Chu Yang was ready, and he could even leave the Soul Society when necessary.

Anyway, he had a Zanpakutō, and he had learned almost all the Kidō, so there would be no loss even if he left.

While the Arrancar had not yet come to the real world, old man Yamamoto began to arrange combat operations. When talking about Aizen, he clearly stated that he would handle it himself.

The twelve Shinigami captains had no objection. As the strongest Shinigami in a thousand years, it was completely natural to hand Aizen over to the captain-general.

But how could Chu Yang agree? He stared at Aizen eagerly for delivering the Hogyoku!

"Do you have a way to crack Aizen's Mirror Flower and Water Moon?"

Chu Yang looked at old man Yamamoto and asked, "Or have you never seen Mirror Flower and Water Moon?"

Old man Yamamoto was silent for a moment, but still said firmly: "Leave Aizen to me, I will deal with the traitors of the Shinigami myself."

"Aizen killed so many Shinigami, and the crime he committed was unprecedentedly serious. I have to give an explanation to the dead Shinigami."

"This is my responsibility as the captain-general."

The old man's temper was like a stone in a toilet, smelly and hard. At this point, Chu Yang knew that no matter how he persuaded him, it would be fruitless, so he simply stopped talking.

Yamamoto continued: "The fifth division is responsible for support. Whichever team is more anxious in the battle situation, you go there."

"Okay, you are the captain-general, you have the final say." Chu Yang thought it was a little funny. What if everyone was trapped in a battle, who would he support?

As night fell, everyone returned to their positions, waiting for the arrival of Aizen and the Arrancar.

After an unknown amount of time, the space suddenly wrinkled, like silk being piled together.

Pitch-black holes appeared one after another, and the spiritual pressure nearby soared rapidly.

One after another, Arrancar appeared here.

Everyone had a Zanpakutō, and at first glance, they looked no different from the God of Death.

Aizen appeared last, looking around with cold eyes.

They appeared near Chu Yang's house, and it was obvious that they were coming for him. The second piece of Hougyoku was very tempting to Aizen.

The Hougyoku he took away was not perfect. After absorbing a large number of Hollow souls, the effect still did not meet expectations.

Therefore, for Aizen, killing Chu Yang and taking away his Hougyoku was imperative, even more important than making the King Key.

Thinking of Chu Yang, Aizen's murderous intent almost fell into a state of rampage, and it was not easy to calm down.

"Lord Aizen, the target is down there."

Sar Apollo, who was in charge of research among the Ten Espada, pointed to Chu Yang's home and said.

His eyes were full of curiosity. What kind of person could make Lord Aizen never forget him and kill Yami, one of the Ten Espadas.

"Kill him!"

Aizen stood in the sky, isolated from the world, and uttered cold words.

"Hahaha, I'll go first!"

Grimmjow, the sixth among the Ten Espadas, had been holding back a lot of anger. He rushed down with a roar, and covered his fist with spiritual pressure, smashing it hard.

With a loud rumble, the whole street shook violently.

Chu Yang's home was reduced to ruins in an instant.

But there was no one inside.

Grimmjow was stunned for a moment, looked up at Aizen, "He's not at home."

Aizen said lightly: "Then go find him, look for all the places he might go."

The Arrancars immediately dispersed, and their figures disappeared in an instant.

For some reason, Aizen always felt uneasy, as if something big was going to happen.

He looked around coldly, and time passed slowly.

Suddenly!

The ruined Chu Yang's house lit up, and a huge hexagram barrier rose from the ground. A beam of light rose up, locking Aizen inside.

Aizen's face darkened.

Then, a large number of beams of light rose up throughout Karakura Town.

It was late at night, but at this moment it was as bright as day.

"The space is sealed, and these guys have been waiting for me here for a long time. I was too impatient and careless."

Aizen immediately understood that everything was a conspiracy of the god of death, but he was not panicked. The Hogyoku had merged with him, and he had enough confidence to defeat any god of death.

Including Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, who was praised by the Soul Society as the strongest in the past thousand years.

"The captain should have been waiting for me for a long time, right?" Aizen suddenly laughed.

"You guessed right, Aizen, as the captain of the Gotei 13, today I have to give an explanation to the dead god of death."

Yamamoto walked slowly from the street. Although he was old, his strong body still had an amazing sense of oppression. Every step he took, the terrifying spiritual pressure would cause the void to tremble.

"Why do you do such a stupid thing?" Yamamoto looked up at Aizen, disappointment and pain flashing in his eyes.

"Stupid?" Aizen raised his lips, his tone became arrogant, even disdainful, "So many Shinigami, including you, have been guarding the Soul King Palace forever, isn't that stupid?"

"It's time for this world to change, and Shinigami need to evolve."

The cold wind suddenly blew, freezing to the bone, but it was not as cold as Yamamoto's heart. His deep eyes were clear of emotions, leaving only murderous intent.

Both sides drew their swords at the same time.

The hot breath seemed to burn through everything.

…

The Shinigami were divided into teams to guard several locations waiting for the Arrancar to be captured.

Including the school, these were places where Chu Yang often appeared in the real world.

Chu Yang was near Ichigo's house. Although it was fake, he always felt that he could hide one or two Arrancar.

The other members of the fifth team did not act with him, but went to support other Shinigami.

Chu Yang waited silently, and soon he was greeted by an unusual spiritual pressure.

The man had blue hair and a wild look.

He stopped in front of Chu Yang and smiled in surprise, "I didn't expect to meet you here. My luck is really good."

"It's really good." Chu Yang also laughed.

"My name is Grimmjow Jagajek, and I am ranked sixth among the Ten Espadas." Grimmjow drew out his Zanpakutō and sneered, "I should let you know my name before I die."

Chu Yang replied, "I won't tell you my name, because there is no point in telling a dead person."

Grimmjow looked down at Chu Yang from the air, like a hawk soaring in the sky observing its prey, with a fiery look in his eyes.

The next moment, he swung his Zanpakutō, and his spiritual pressure whistled, falling to the ground like a meteor.

Chu Yang looked up, his black robe fluttering, and threw a punch at the sky.

The Karakura Town, illuminated by the barrier, suddenly darkened for a moment.

An even more terrifying spiritual pressure went upstream, submerging Grimmjow's figure.

The two waves of spiritual pressure collided, and Grimmjow's spiritual pressure suddenly collapsed, and his figure was submerged in Chu Yang's vast spiritual pressure.

When the spiritual pressure tide receded, he was covered in blood and suffered very serious injuries, and at the same time looked at Chu Yang with horror.

Grimmjow has never met such a person who can crush his spiritual pressure with absolute advantage.

Even Aizen does not have such a huge spiritual pressure.

"It's not unfair that Yami lost to you. I thought he was careless..." Grimmjow said with heavy breath and gritted teeth.

Chu Yang shook his head and kindly reminded: "If you don't return to the blade, you won't even have the chance to say your last words."

"Are you waiting for me to return to the blade?" Grimmjow's body was trembling. The other party said the most arrogant words in the most calm tone, and his expression and tone did not take him seriously at all.

"So much nonsense." Chu Yang took a step forward, and the true body of Yuanwu appeared, and the light of the sun and the moon suddenly shone.

Under the sunlight, the scorching air wave rushed straight to Grimmjow, and he subconsciously covered his face with his hands.

In an instant, the moonlight fell on him at the same time, and unspeakable pain broke out.

Like Yami, Grimmjow also felt that his flesh and blood fell into the millstone. He wanted to escape, but his body seemed to be stuck in the quagmire.

Even the strongest could not bear the torture. Grimmjow let out a shrill roar that echoed over the sky of the fake Karakura Town.

The other Arrancars, including Aizen, heard the shout and felt a chill in their hearts.

"That was Grimmjow's voice. What enemy did he encounter?"

Tia Harribel, who was about to go to school, suddenly stopped and looked back at the location where the voice came from, revealing a worried expression.

At the same time, Ulquiorra also heard Grimmjow's cry. The scene of Yami's death appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but tremble.

It must be that person!

"Grimmjow, this idiot, I reminded him long ago that he should notify Lord Aizen as soon as he found that person, but he sent himself to die."

Ulquiorra cursed in a low voice. Reason told him that he should go to help Grimmjow, but he couldn't take a step.

The other Arrancars who had never faced the horror of Chu Yang were heading in the direction of the voice.

The screams gradually weakened, replaced by rapid breathing. Most of Grimmjow's flesh and blood disappeared, turning into spirit particles and disappearing into the air.

He didn't have the strength to shout loudly, and could only keep panting to relieve the pain. His eyes began to become numb.

"How is it? Do you still feel lucky now?"

Chu Yang asked softly.

Grimmjow stared at him fiercely, his body trembling, and he didn't speak.

Chu Yang suddenly turned around and felt a strong spiritual pressure approaching, then grinned, "You are really lucky."

As soon as the voice fell, an old man in luxurious robes came over not far away. He was very burly, with a huge golden compass on his waist and a crown.

He seemed like the king of an ancient country.

"Grimmjow, you usually look amazing, why are you so embarrassed now? I can hear your screams from a long distance."

The old man seemed to be happy to see Grimmjow's embarrassed appearance, and he was not in a hurry to rescue him, but instead watched with interest.

"Damn it."

Grimmjow's hatred was quickly diverted, and the murderous intent in his eyes was so high that he even forgot the pain.

Chu Yang turned and looked at the burly old man indifferently, "Are you very proud?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, his eyes slightly cold, "Don't think that you are so great just because you can suppress Grimmjow. That guy's strength is nothing in my eyes?"

"I don't care how much difference there is between you and him, but you showed that smug expression in front of me, which made me feel worse."

The sun and moon above his head suddenly hit the old man with Chu Yang's will.

"Boy, I am the king of Hueco Mundo, Bylergan!"

The king's robe moved without wind. Bylergan raised the double-edged axe in his hand and chopped it towards the sun and moon in the sky. A creepy breath rose.

It was not spiritual pressure, but another more terrifying breath, full of the smell of death, as if it could deprive all life.

The wind was howling, and this inexplicable breath actually withstood the light of the sun and the moon, leaving Bylergan unaffected.

"I control death!"

Bylergan laughed ferociously, spread his arms, and his momentum swept the world, like a ghost.

But the next second, a pair of fists appeared in his vision and quickly enlarged.

Boom!

The fist hit Bylergan's face, making his eyes black, as if he was hit hard by a heavy hammer.

Bylergan, who was still shouting "I control death" just now, flew backwards and collapsed several buildings in succession.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and he lay in the ruins in a mess.

"The aura of death is very strong, but unfortunately you are too weak to exert its effect."

Having been to Fengdu City and seen King Yama, Chu Yang is very familiar with the aura of death. When it is strong enough, it can indeed fight against the sun and moon above his head.

But Bylergan is obviously not one of them. King Yama can barely rely on the power of the underworld.

After being punched head-on, Bylergan realized how powerful Chu Yang was, and his body was severely damaged in an instant.

The spirit particles continued to overflow, and his body was like a funnel.

After many battles, he realized that he had underestimated this god of death, so he chose to return to the blade without hesitation.

Compared to Grimmjow, Bylergan's intuition is more acute.

"Liberate, Skeleton Emperor."

The flesh and blood on Bylergan's surface quickly dissipated, and in the blink of an eye he really became a skeleton. The crown on his head was also changing, and a long silver chain hung from a corner of the crown.

The whole body was covered with black flames, like the legendary flames of hell.

After returning to the blade, the aura of death around Bylergan became more obvious. Where he stood, everything around him quickly decayed.

"Boy, you will pay the price for your arrogance."

Bylergan pulled the chain, and the huge axe seemed to have a spirit, flying straight towards Chu Yang.

The sharp axe blade shone brightly, like an ancient guillotine.

Chu Yang stood still, and the ghostly sword shadow of [Fengdu] flashed by, the sword energy rang, and the sword light was sharp.

"Swish~~~"

A burst of fire suddenly appeared in the void, and the huge axe was directly knocked back, passing by Bylergan and smashing into the ruins behind him.

"Why does his Zanpakutō... have an aura that scares me?"

Bylergan was shocked, and without caring about anything else, he opened his mouth and blew out a fierce death aura.

[Fengdu] moved forward without hesitation, and wherever it went, the Yellow Spring water surged out, gathered into a river, and collided with the death aura, and the latter disappeared into the invisible.

"What the hell is this?!"

Bailergang was shocked and angry. This was the first time that the aura of death encountered its natural enemy. He had never thought that such a thing would happen.

However, when he wanted to escape, he was surrounded by the overwhelming Yellow Spring. He could only stand there and roar in despair.