From Naruto, I became a god by hanging up

He turned to look at Yachiryu, with a hint of apology in his eyes: "Sorry, Yachiryu, it seems that I can't enjoy the food of this restaurant today."

Yachiryu heard this, shook his head gently, and a faint smile appeared on his face:

"It's okay, Xingliu. Anyway, we still have a chance, it's not too late to taste it next time."

Her eyes inadvertently swept across the corpse of the noble, and a trace of deep disgust flashed in her eyes, as if she was looking at a disgusting piece of garbage.

Captain Yamamoto saw that Xingliu did not respond to him, and his heart sank.

He instantly understood that Xingliu thought that his previous answer did not really solve the problem.

He closed his eyes, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

He knew that he had to make greater sacrifices and decisions to calm this storm.

After a moment, he opened his eyes again, and his eyes flashed with determination and fierceness.

Many people have forgotten that he was once a more vicious killer than Unohana Yachiryu.

His Bankai can even forcibly transform the dead souls that died under his sword into his own power.

However, in order to realize his inner ideals, he restrained his edge and turned into an amiable old man.

Now, for the future of the Seireitei, the noble class must also make certain sacrifices.

He took a deep breath and was about to express his determination to Xingliu firmly.

However, at this critical moment, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from a distance, breaking the surrounding tranquility.

Captain Yamamoto's eyes instantly became as sharp as a knife. He stared at the direction where the sound came from and was ready to deal with any emergency.

He knew very well that at this moment, he must not give Xingliu an excuse to continue to attack.

Otherwise, before the decisive battle with Aizen started, they might collapse due to internal strife.

At this time, several people in black suddenly appeared in front of them.

These people had cold eyes, fierce faces, and shallow swords on their waists.

"How dare you hurt the son of Master Honda? Don't you want to live?"

One of them shouted coldly, his tone full of threats.

Captain Yamamoto frowned. He didn't expect these nobles to be so arrogant.

In his memory, the Honda family has always been the best among the upper nobles, with an excellent reputation.

However, now, they are carrying the exclusive weapon of the Spiritual Academy, the Asado. What's going on?

When did these nobles gain such power? Why did they become so unscrupulous?

This series of questions flashed through Captain Yamamoto's mind quickly, but he knew that this was not the time to delve into these issues.

"Everything will return to ashes, and the flowing blade will be like fire!"

Captain Yamamoto shouted coldly, and his figure was instantly surrounded by blazing flames.

This strong man who speaks louder than words, after realizing that the situation cannot be resolved at a slight cost, did not hesitate to show his powerful strength.

The blazing flames were like a fierce torrent, instantly engulfing those arrogant men in black.

Their bodies quickly turned to ashes in the flames, and dissipated into the air along with the broken limbs and arms.

After a while, the area was restored to its original neatness, as if nothing had happened.

Except for those who were engulfed by the flames, everything else was intact.

This was enough to demonstrate Captain Yamamoto's superb control of the power of the Zanpakutō in the Shikai state.

His flames were both fierce and precise, targeting only the enemy without hurting the innocent.

After dealing with all this, Captain Yamamoto turned to Xingliu and said:

"These nobles are really guilty of heinous crimes. Not only did they secretly hide the Asado, they also dared to attack you, Lord Xingliu. In my opinion, we really need to conduct a thorough investigation of these nobles."

Hearing Xingliu's affirmative response, Captain Yamamoto's heart was finally relieved.

He thought that the turmoil caused by the nobles had finally subsided.

However, Xingliu's next words made his mood fall to the bottom again.

"Captain Yamamoto," Xingliu stood up,

"There is one thing I hope you can understand. No matter what the outcome of the fight between you and Aizen is, privilege is not allowed in my world."

"Do you understand?"

His words revealed unquestionable firmness and majesty.

After saying that, he turned around and slowly left with Yachiru, leaving Captain Yamamoto alone to face the sudden silence and pressure.

Captain Yamamoto's face was a mixture of light and dark, complex and difficult to distinguish.

......

Hueco Mundo is still desolate and lonely. In addition to the endless sand, there is only a crescent moon hanging high in the sky, casting a faint silver glow.

In this solemn and mysterious environment, the Hueco Mundo Palace is particularly abrupt. It is likeIt is a lonely fortress, standing deep in Hueco Mundo.

At this moment, inside the Hueco Palace, Aizen is looking at the object in his hand, his face full of excitement.

This is a multifaceted sphere made of transparent glass, with a faint blue light flickering in the center of the sphere, containing endless mysteries and power.

"Sparasi, is this the complete Hougyoku?"

Aizen whispered to himself, playing with the object he had always longed for, and his excitement was hard to suppress.

Since leaving Soul Society a few days ago, he has been concentrating on studying Hougyoku.

And today, he finally combined the Hougyoku in his hand with Urahara's Hougyoku and successfully created his ideal Hougyoku.

He could feel the powerful energy contained in this object, and at this moment, he seemed to hold the key to his destiny.

However, after a brief excitement, Aizen gradually regained his composure.

He knew that he still had a longer way to go and a bigger goal to pursue.

Not to mention the distant future, he must seize the power of the Spirit King mentioned by Xingliu.

But at this moment, a knock on the door broke the tranquility of the Kyonakyu Palace.

"Lord Aizen, are you in there? Please don't ignore me, no matter what happens, you can leave it to me!"

The voice of Hinamori Momo sounded outside the door, her tone full of humility and pleading.

Hearing the familiar and headache-inducing voice, Aizen couldn't help but frown.

He gently rubbed his temples, his heart full of helplessness and sighs.

At that time, in order to maintain his face and future plans, he brought Hinamori Momo back to the Kyonakyu Palace.

However, he never expected that this woman would be as tightly entangled as a dog-skin plaster and unable to get rid of it.

For a man like Aizen, women will only affect his pursuit of a higher realm.

Therefore, after returning to the Kyonakyu Palace, he did not hesitate to use the power of his Zanpakuto, Jinghua Shuiyue, to hypnotize Hinamori Momo and let her fall into an illusory world.

He tricked Hinamori Momo into thinking she was somewhere else, or into mistaking other people for Aizen himself.