Chapter 116: Perfect Grade White Album VS the Strongest Zanpakutō Ryūjin Jakka

One is hot, the other is extremely cold, and when they fight, it will destroy the world.

Once involved, it is difficult for ordinary Shinigami captains to escape.

Even the thousand years captain would find it difficult to intervene in this level of battle.

Therefore, it is not unreasonable for Shunsui Kyōraku to choose to watch.

Of course, in addition to this, there is also the idea of this old fox taking advantage of the opportunity to observe from the sidelines.

Jushiro Ukitake is still trying to persuade:

"Teacher, what we are doing now is exactly what you taught us! It is you, teacher, who taught us to do our best to implement our own justice! We are practicing the justice you spoke of!"

Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto looked at Uehara Shiroha with appraising eyes, but said:

"You three really disappoint me! You actually ruined the greater good for your own selfishness! In the face of the world's justice, your little personal justice is not worth mentioning at all! I have said that I will never let go of those who are lazy about justice!"

"There is no point in saying more, let's let our Zanpakutō tell the difference between right and wrong!" Uehara Shiroha held Shunkyō and declared: "Ice Age!"

Facing the most powerful Shinigami in Soul Society, Uehara Shiroha took the initiative.

However, he only used his standby ability.

The perfect-level proficiency of the White Album plus the first-class spiritual power and spiritual pressure created a scene like a natural disaster.

The invisible cold current moved like a white ice dragon that froze everything and solidified time and space.

Not only the moisture in the air, but even the air itself was about to be frozen.

For a time, the cold wind howled, the frost condensed, the red clouds grew dense, and the sky and earth changed color!

The Soul Society, which was originally sunny and green, suddenly plunged into cold winter.

"It's snowing!" Looking at the large flakes of snow falling like silver gray, Jushiro Ukitake stretched out his hand, and it was icy cold.

Feeling the sudden biting cold, he coughed a few times and quickly retreated.

This distance was still unsafe.

"Just the initial release of 'White Season' (Hakuki) has such power..."

Shunsui Kyōraku also took a few steps back with a look of shock on his face. Uehara Shiroha's Zanpakutō had become even stronger.

During the captain's test 20 years ago, the cold air that seemed to freeze the world was engraved in the hearts of all the captains and was still fresh in their memory.

On this basis, the opponent could still increase the power of this cold air.

This was really beyond imagination.

Even Hyōrinmaru, which is known as the strongest ice and snow Zanpakutō, does not have such power!

They really didn't know how Uehara Shiroha practiced, and how he surpassed their thousand years of accumulation at such a young age.

As the cold air continued, the surrounding weather had been completely changed!

The large area centered on Uehara Shiroha, except for Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto, was all covered in silver, blanketed and frozen by ice and snow.

Looking at the ice and snow in front of them, Shunsui Kyōraku and Jushiro Ukitake exclaimed:

"Ice Age! So that's what it means!"

"This is indeed the real Ice Age!"

Such means were just his regular moves.

Such strength and background, only the old man in the whole Soul Society could match it.

Facing the whistling wind and the terrifying cold air sweeping across the world, Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto did not move, and suddenly burst out with a powerful spiritual pressure.

His spiritual pressure was extremely powerful and contained the power of fire.

The current Captain-Commander was like a monster bathed in a coat of fire.

The high-temperature spiritual pressure like fire dissolved all the cold air that was rushing in.

"He is worthy of being the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society, and his reputation is well-deserved!" Uehara Shiroha truly felt the power of Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto.

The opponent's spiritual pressure, body, mind, Zanpakutō and Zanpakutō spirit had all reached the limit of Shinigamis.

This was the strongest person standing at the top of the Shinigamis.

His spiritual pressure contained a very terrifying "will of fire."

Just the spiritual pressure impact could kill ordinary captains in seconds!

Of course, in the attack just now, Uehara Shiroha only used the power of his substitute, and it was just a greeting.

The strongest Shinigami was definitely not weak, but after all, it was just a Shinigami.

And Uehara Shiroha's abilities and means had long surpassed the category of Shinigami and pointed directly to the pseudo-Soul King realm.

"Uehara Shiroha, you have finally come this far! From the first day I saw you, I felt a familiar aura from you. You are very similar to us back then!"

Yamamoto showed a nostalgic expression and continued:

"Back then, we stepped on the bones of our enemies and crossed mountains of corpses and seas of blood to build everything in front of us. If you want to deny everything we have built, you must first pass this old man's test!"

It was because he felt the familiar characteristics of Uehara Shiroha that he looked at him differently.

At the same time, he also knew that the other party was definitely not the kind of person who would keep to himself.

He wanted to use Ryūjin Jakka to verify whether the other party's strength could match his ambition.

As the two spoke, the extremely cold air continued to pour out, and it seemed as if it was going to freeze the entire universe.

Jushiro Ukitake and Shunsui Kyōraku had retreated again and again.

The two knew that Uehara Shiroha was building a home field for the battle and using ice to contain the flames of Ryūjin Jakka. It was a bit too amazing that just one move could produce such an effect.

Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto was also very shocked and exclaimed:

"Such a large-scale attack has such strong lethality that even this old man cannot withstand it. Shiroha, your talent really surpasses everyone else! In that case, let my flame bring you back on the right track!" After saying that, he pointed his cane at Uehara Shiroha.

The terrifying spiritual pressure enveloped it, and powerful flames seeped out.

The scabbard-like outer layer shattered one after another.

The Ryūjin Jakka hidden inside finally appeared.

The moment the Zanpakutō showed its true form, the nearby ice and snow melted immediately.

Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto slowly began his Zanpakutō Shikai: "Reduce All Creation to Ash, Ryūjin Jakka!"

Unimaginable spiritual pressure gathered on the blade and turned into a terrifying flame.

The Zanpakutō, which was originally an ordinary sword, rose up with a large flame, like a sea of fire.

The red flames shot up into the sky, forming a terrifying flame column.

In the light column, the Captain-Commander's figure remained motionless.

Under the burning flames, the ground under his feet began to crack and dissipate!

Under the influence of high temperature, the surrounding air became distorted.

The tall figure of Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto and the Zanpakutō in his hand also became blurred and distorted.

Under the rising flames, the air was about to be ignited.

He swung the sword lightly.

Everything touched by the Ryūjin Jakka, whether it was a wall or a rock, was transformed into Reishi and disintegrated, and could not even hold on for a moment.

"The strongest and oldest fire-type Zanpakutō in Soul Society, Ryūjin Jakka!" Feeling the terrifying heat, Uehara Shiroha's expression became serious.

The destructive power of Ryūjin Jakka was unquestionable.

The Shikai surpassed the Bankai of ordinary captains.

And the Bankai, it could even destroy the entire Three Realms.

However, Bankai, if the duration was too long, even the user himself might be burned to death.

This was a peerless weapon and could not be used easily.

Of course, the power of Ryūjin Jakka was also closely related to the powerful spiritual pressure of old man Yama.

In the hands of Tokinada Tsunayashiro, Ryūjin Jakka was like a small flame, and it was difficult to light a candle.

In the hands of old man Yama, it was like the eruption of a volcanic inferno powerful enough to burn rivers and boil seas.

This was the gap, the absolute gap in strength and spiritual pressure.

At this time, Yamamoto's divine light was restrained, and he was awe-inspiring without showing anger.

The flames around him and his gaze seemed to have a force of ten thousand pounds, which made people breathless.

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