Death: I can add points indefinitely.

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"Swastika!"

But it was too late for him to unleash his Bankai; he could only watch as the white lightning drew ever closer and closer to his chest.

"Err, eh, eh, eh..."

Two little blue dolls flew over quickly.

The white lightning struck the blue doll, was instantly absorbed and rebounded, and then shot out in the opposite direction at an extremely high speed.

"Pisces theory..."

Jushiro Ukitake gave a wry smile, never expecting his Zanpakuto to cause such trouble at this moment.

Complete immunity to all attacks except physical attacks is equivalent to directly abolishing the Shinigami's ability to use Hado.

"interesting……"

Shutara Senjumaru chuckled softly, his golden skull-like arms spinning, forming silken threads.

Silk threads gently wrapped around Shutara Senjumaru, as if several white rays of light had appeared around him.

The returning white lightning struck the delicate thread.

Instead of breaking the silk thread, it was cut into spirit particles by the slender thread, like blue light spots floating in mid-air.

With a thought from Shutara Senjumaru.

These blue dots of light once again transformed into white lightning and struck the materialized Soul-Slaying Blade on the opposite side.

Pisces cried out, absorbing and rebounding the white lightning that had been thrown back, making it even more powerful than before.

Shutara Senjumaru then shattered it and rebounded it.

The Grim Reaper present was utterly bewildered.

It was clearly more violent than natural lightning, enough to threaten a captain-level Ghost Path White Lightning.

But in the hands of Sosho no Riku and Shutara Senjumaru, it seemed to have become a tennis ball, which the two of them used various methods to hit back and forth.

Do you think this is a volleyball game?!

Even so.

But none of the Shinigami present dared to underestimate Shutara Senjumaru and Soyo Risa.

After all, the fact that they could reflect that level of demonic energy back already demonstrated their strength; it was absolutely world-destroying.

At that moment, a deep, hoarse voice came from the materialized Zanpakuto:

"Everyone, kill these Grim Reapers first, then use the Destroyer King to kill that old man I sealed away. That way, our Soul-Slaying Blades will be completely freed."

The Zanpakuto's eyes flashed with ferocity, and their spiritual pressure surged simultaneously.

The faces of the Grim Reapers also turned serious.

The clash between dozens of captain-level fighters was unprecedented in the entire history of Seireitei.

If it goes wrong...

The entire Seireitei will be destroyed.

Seeing this, Shutara Senjumaru narrowed his eyes, surveying his surroundings. Finding no Muramasa demon sword, he chuckled softly.

"The Muramasa, the demon sword, I've heard you can bewitch other people's Zanpakuto. Why don't you bewitch my Zanpakuto too!?"

As she spoke, she grasped a slender silver needle on one of her golden skull arms:

"This is my Soul-Slaying Blade, Thorn!"

The spiritual pressure of dozens of Zanpakuto surged, and right in the middle of them, in what was clearly an open space, came the deep voice of the demon sword Muramasa:

"Something's wrong with your Zanpakuto."

The moment Shutara Senjumaru appeared, he had tried to bewitch the opponent with his Zanpakuto.

pity.

The other person's mental world was shrouded by some invisible barrier, and no matter how much he activated his abilities, he could not enter it.

It's even more outrageous than Ye Yun's World of Mind.

Shutara Senjumaru chuckled softly, “Of course, with my power, I can shake the three realms with just a wave of my sleeve. Therefore, we strong people sealed the true Zanpakuto with our lives as the link.”

As he spoke, he glanced at the Soul-Slaying Blades present and laughed:

"One of you, connected to my life, is your creator. With him at the core, how could you possibly break through the seal?!"

"Nonsense!"

Senbonzakura, dressed as an ancient samurai, spoke coldly:

"We, the Soul-Slaying Blades, are beings born from nothingness, inherently possessing independent will. How could we possibly have been created by humans?"

The mature-looking Hua Tian also said in a cold voice:

"Stop pretending. Saying you can shake the heavens and earth with a wave of your sleeve? Do you think you're stronger than the captain?"

Hyōrinmaru said calmly, "Since you are so strong, you probably won't be frozen."

The queen bee-like wasp said with great interest, "I wonder if I'll kill you after you take two hits from Bee Pattern Flower."

Shutara Senjumaru chuckled softly, "Then why don't you give it a try?"

next second.

All the Zanpakuto have been fully unleashed.

"Bankai: Katen Kyokotsu: Kurominju!"

"Swastika: Dairedren Hyōrinmaru!"

"Bankai: Sparrow Bee Thunder Whip!"

"Swastika Senbonzakura Kageyan!"

"Bankai: Black Rope Heavenly Punishment Myooh!"

"Bankai: Kiyomori Final Form: Enma Cricket!"

"Bankai: Kannon Kaikou Hime Kai!"

"Bankai: Baboon King Zabimaru!"

"..."

Many Zanpakuto manifested simultaneously and Bankai.

The commotion it caused was earth-shattering, shaking the entire Soul Society.

The spiritual pressure of multiple captains merged together, almost forming a spiritual pressure storm that swept outwards in all directions.

A large number of building ruins were forcibly shattered by materialized spiritual power.

It seemed as if a blue ocean of spiritual energy had formed.

A massive tsunami swept through the area, engulfing many of those who perished.

In the ranks of Shinigami, all Shinigami below the rank of captain were terrified by this violent and insane spiritual pressure, their faces turning pale.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

Ise Nanao, Matsumoto Rangiku, Kira Izuru... one after another, the vice-captains fell down.

Matsumoto Rangiku's pupils were somewhat dilated. She slumped to the ground in a duck-like position, staring blankly at the sky.

"Are you kidding..."

Ise Nanao was even more miserable, clutching the Seven Mirrors Sword tightly in her arms, her face showing an expression of utter devastation.

"How can there be such spiritual pressure..."

Kira Izuru gritted her teeth and said:

"Damn it... we don't even qualify to participate in the war!?"

Their vice-captain was barely managing to stay upright.

But those Shinigami below the rank of vice-captain didn't even have a chance to speak; their consciousness was immediately plunged into darkness.

Only captains and above can hold on.

However, even captain-level fighters like Kashiwamura Sajin, Madarame Ikkaku, and Abarai Renji, whose spiritual pressure wasn't particularly strong, broke out in a cold sweat.

"Isn't this a bit... a bit too much?!"

More than ten Zanpakuto simultaneously activated their Bankai.

This is a scene that even the Shinigami of Seireitei dare not dream of.

But it did happen right before our eyes.

The Bankai of more than ten Zanpakuto almost changed the world, causing the sun and moon to shift and altering the terrain of the entire Shinigami execution ground.

The temperature plummeted.

The sun was shining brightly overhead.

But white snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

Amidst the snowflakes, countless delicate cherry blossom petals drifted down, creating a beautiful scene that also concealed a deadly crisis.

And in this world.

Another black-armored martial god has appeared.

A semi-circular, pure black space.

A giant skeletal python covered in cracks

among them.

The most outrageous one has to be the Bankai of Katen Kyokotsu.

It's even more amazing than the last time.

This resulted in the surrounding buildings and the ground being filled with absurd scenes, all sorts of colors, like a Van Gogh painting.

Like a child's doodle.