Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 976: Sorry, I’m late

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Hey!

The blade of blood finally touched God.

Behind Unohana, the cloud of black mist that permeated the air was suddenly split into a spacious road.

The slender sword blade, as bright as blood, pierced through the chest of the Dark Man.

But the person holding the hilt of the sword is in the posture of thick bones, with strands of flesh and blood hanging on it, like a ghost breaking free from **** and taking revenge on the world.

The terrifying sword energy pierced through thousands of meters.

Looking from a distance, the entire city and even the sky, there is a faint blood-colored radiance.

Even the head of this **** was split into an astonishing crack tens of feet wide by her last sword.

The dark man who turned into a monster-like posture was the first to be sucked into the storm, and under the ravages of the fierce sword lights, he was completely crushed and turned into a pool of mud and carrion.

The rich color of blood, like the glow of the sky, turns the whole city red.

Everything seems to indicate that the battle is over.

But in the next second, a sticky tentacle like a seedling, covered with strange patterns, slowly grew out of the crushed mud and carrion.

Wow!

The slippery tentacles, like seedlings, began to grow and grow at an alarming rate.

Then, in the beating blood of the bones' pupils, the sticky tentacles covered with evil patterns twisted and entwined and turned into a man.

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

He... is the one of darkness.

"Your sword has indeed touched me."

The dark man raised his eyelids, with a hint of indifference in his eyes, and said, "But... what then?"

The black mist that was split by a sword fell down with his sound, and rolled and gathered again.

Then, he slowly stretched out his hand and grasped the **** sword.

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

The man of darkness held the blade, squeezed it slowly and hard, making a creaking sound, with a cold expression on the corner of his lips: "If it's not a matter of time, maybe I will try to pollute you, but Unfortunately..."

Before the words were finished, when the five fingers pinched together, a huge force suddenly burst out.

Bang!

The blood-condensed blade suddenly collapsed amidst the whine.

Bright red blood slowly dripped down the ground along the gap between his palms, splashing out petals one by one.

Looking at Yazhiliu of Maozhihua, he has been completely reduced to a skeleton, with no flesh and blood on his body, and even the **** ocean that has flowed out is only left in the black eye sockets, like a candle in the wind half a star.

As she promised, blood will not be shed.

Now...the blood is dry.

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

The faint blood-colored brilliance converged, and it returned to the original light-strike style. The Zanpakuto with an astonishing arc was held tightly by Unohana Yachiryu, still maintaining the posture of drawing the sword at the last moment.

But if you look closely, you will find that her Zanpakuto is covered with interlaced cracks.

The next moment, the Zanpakuto slowly withered and crumbled like autumn leaves.

In the spirit world, there is an iron law.

If Zanpakuto is damaged in the state of swastika, it means that it will never be completely repaired.

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

The blooming flower of blood is now withered and will soon wither.

Unohana Yachiryu, who had completely turned into bones, had the last trace of consciousness left in her mind, only the promise to protect her and Lord remained, so even though she had turned into this ghostly appearance, she still Maintain the posture of the last moment.

"Human... huh, what an interesting race."

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

Then, he slowly lowered his hands, walked past the bones, and stepped straight into the ruins.

For a dying person, He is neither interested nor wasted to deal with it.

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

The most important thing right now is to find what He once lost.

The man of darkness came to the ruins, and with a wave of his hand, black mist spewed out, cleared the accumulated ruins, and opened up a road.

Although the collection hall has become ruins, there are still many priceless treasures inside, all thanks to Unohana Yachiryu who stopped the group of greedy mercenaries and slaves.

However, His goal is not these.

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

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

On the black book cover, there are two gold-plated words—"Bible"!

"Hehe, I found it."

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

With two fingers, he easily pinched the piece of 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 corners. It was obviously a small piece that was artificially torn from a complete piece of paper. Segment words.

The black pupils moved along the writing, as if something important was recorded on it, and he refused to let it go.

"Tsk...what a cunning old thing."

A moment later, the man of darkness squeezed the yellow paper~IndoMTL.com~with ferocious anger on his face, he said through gritted teeth: "It's hidden in so many places, no wonder I haven't found it after searching for so many years!"

Slippery tentacles covered with strange patterns spewed out of his body again, this time in larger numbers.

All the tentacles are twisting and waving, like a giant that stirs up the wind and clouds, setting off countless waves of black mist, slapping the surrounding void, which shows how angry he is right now.

You know, even Unoka's obstruction was never as angry as he showed.

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

The dark man sneered, looked up and looked outside the head of the god, and said: "Hey hey, I finally found it!"

As soon as the words fell, He suddenly turned into a cloud of black mist, rushed out of the head of the god, and then moved towards the depths of the realm of knowing nothing, the chaotic star field.

...

In the ruins of the collapse, the space shook violently, and then was suddenly torn apart.

The next moment, a figure with a murderous intent stepped out of the shattered space, and his gaze locked on the flower of Unomo which had turned into bones.

"Strong..."

The one who came was the escaped Lord.

But when he saw Unohana's appearance, his heart twitched instantly, his pupils shrank to pinpoints, and an unstoppable anger gushed out from his chest, filling the entire head of the **** with violent spiritual pressure.

Lord came to Unohana and raised his hand to touch the face of the bone.

It was very cold, like winter ice, enough to soak through the skin, a bone-piercing chill.

As if sensing his aura, Unohana Yachiryu slowly put down the hilt of his sword, and leaned against his arms without support.

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

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