Chapter 380 Chen Pingan and Explosive Dan

Both the Hunter website and the Night Watch forum were dead silent.

From the beginning of the live broadcast, some people have been speculating about Yuanyuan, the senior sister from Jiuzhou.

Which domain does it belong to? Which one is it?

Because of this, they were so noisy that their posts reached thousands of pages.

But no one thought that all the guesses were wrong, and they were completely wrong.

Yuanyuan has never used any words.

It still feels outrageous when I think about it.

It was a move that clearly only appeared in the anime, but she actually used it in reality.

The so-called Shi Jie, the so-called Babel, is not just a fantasy dream of a middle school girl, but a powerful ability that truly affects reality.

The hybrids couldn't explain all this with the knowledge of alchemy or eloquence.

The unknown brings mystery. Everyone knows that in this operation, Yuanyuan represents not herself, but the entire Kyushu.

I thought this Kyushu was just an ordinary hybrid organization, but now it seems that is not the case.

"Shijie...?"

Genji Heavy Industries, Office of the Executive Director.

"You...are you kidding!"

It took a long time for the crow to close its open mouth.

He kept a ghostly expression on his face and looked at Yaksha. The two of them looked at each other. The young master's retainer, who always gave people a calm impression, looked as weird as the crow in his eyes at this moment.

Soon, they turned their heads together and looked directly at their young master.

Yuan Zhisheng stared at the back of the girl climbing up to the sky in the picture.

After pondering for a long time, he spoke.

"Yaksha, crow."

"yes!"

The two retainers said in unison and stood aside.

Yuan Zhisheng glanced at the two of them seriously.

Crow and Yasha couldn't help but straighten their backs.

They are Yuan Zhisheng's retainers. The so-called retainers mean that when the master of the family gives an order, no matter whether there is a mountain of swords or a sea of ​​fire ahead, they must move forward, even if they die.

"I remember that the author of Death is named Kubo."

While Crow was still confused, Yasha suddenly understood.

"Understood!"

The door closed and Yasha and Crow walked out.

The two spoke quietly in the corridor.

"What about Kubo? Do you want him to lift a finger or just sink into Tokyo Bay?"

"Idiot! The main thing, young master, is to live. Besides fighting and killing, can't you think of anything else in your mind?"

"Oh oh oh, alive, alive, I know!"

Crow looked like he suddenly realized something.

"Then I'll arrest his family first. Do you think this guy has a daughter..."

"Fool!"

Yasha wished he could split open the crow's head with a knife to see what was inside.

"Didn't you hear what the young master said, please! He said please! We have to invite Master Kubo over!"

Crow opened his ears, tilted his upper body, and distanced himself from Yasha.

"Really, why don't you speak softly? I'm not deaf."

The two of them were bickering and noisy, then the elevator door slowly closed and they got off.

Yuan Zhisheng said very clearly, move quickly. I don’t know how many hybrids are watching this live broadcast at this moment, which means I don’t know how many people have witnessed the beginning of Jiuzhou Senior Sister Yuanyuan. So the question is Well, since the original interpretation of Zanpakutō is true, what about the other contents in Bleach?

On top of Shijie, there is Swastika and a monster named Xu. How much of these are true and how much are false?

It is also very simple to get the answers to these questions. Just go to the author of "The God of Death" directly. But Minamoto is not the only one who can think of this. It is conceivable that a battle will break out around the author of "The God of Death". Fortunately Japan is the territory of the Sheqi Eight Families, and they are the underground emperors here. It is not that easy for other mixed-race organizations to steal people from the Sheqi Eight Families.

The biggest opponents of Crow and Yaksha during this trip are not hunters or European mixed-race organizations, but the local fierce ghosts.

Maybe Yuanyuan never thought of it.

She was a fan of the Bleach anime, but she didn't expect that she would end up causing quite a lot of trouble for the author of Bleach.

In a studio far away in Tokyo, Japan, Mr. Kubo scribbled on the paper randomly. After leaving a shadow, he pushed the draft away irritably and drank a lot of sake in his mouth.

The creation of new works has entered a bottleneck period. He pulled his hair hard. There were obviously many things he wanted to draw, but when he picked up the pen, he couldn't draw anything. The publishing house was still pressing hard. If he couldn't hand in the manuscript, he would I have no money. It’s not possible to have no money. Then I can’t even afford a drink.

Mr. Kubo sighed.

It's so distressing.

He looked out the window and looked at the sky. Everywhere was ordinary daily life, nothing new, as calm as a pool of stagnant water, which made people uninterested.

"Lord God."

"If you can, please give me inspiration!"

"Whatever happens is fine."

"Please end this damn routine!"

Kubo prayed like this.

After a pause, he opened his eyes and carefully observed his surroundings. After finding that it was still as peaceful and normal as ever, he sighed in disappointment.

The next second he was amused by his stupid behavior.

"What, what on earth am I doing!"

"Really, how could it happen..."

Talking to myself is only half done.

"Boom!"

A loud noise close at hand.

Then there was a huge movement that shook the whole room.

The dust from the ceiling fell down.

"earthquake!"

This was the first thought that came to Kubo's mind.

He hurriedly looked in the direction of the loud noise.

At the same time, he got under the table very skillfully.

But the moment Kubo saw the scene at the door clearly, he was stunned, as if he had been struck by lightning.

A man in a black trench coat held a submachine gun in each hand, a cigarette in his mouth, and his sunglasses flashed coldly. He kept pulling the trigger, spitting flames from the muzzle, and occasionally pulled a grenade from his belt. Bite it, round it up and throw it out.

Is it...is it a model?

Kubo thought lucky.

Boom!

The ceiling chandelier fell to the floor.

The cup on the table shattered on the floor.

Really...real grenade.

Kubo's expression under the table was numb, his mouth was open, and he couldn't say anything.

Please, he just made a wish.

When did the god become so bored that he granted his wish?

Even though his peaceful daily life was gone, he still had no idea of ​​the new work. What should he do, what should he do, what should he do?

By the way, is it too late for him to take back his wish?

Or make a new wish or something.

Just when Mr. Kubo's head was in a state of confusion, he heard it.

"Hey, let me tell you, that uncle over there."

The black trench coat shouted to him while shooting.

"Um?"

Kubo looked up curiously.

"Stop standing there stupidly."

"In your words, since you are the author of Death."

"It should be the same."

Why did Kubo become less and less understanding the more he listened.

What does this mean?

There's nothing wrong with him drawing the Grim Reaper, but is he supposed to be able to order something?

Finding that Kubo still looked dumb, Black Windbreaker became a little impatient.

"That, that's it."

"Where's your initial explanation?"

"By the way, where is your Zanpakutō?"

The black trench coat glanced left and right as he spoke.

It looked like he was really looking for the Zanpakutō.

Kubo's expression was even more complicated.

He finally understood that the guy in front of him was not only a killer, but also a psychopath.

It's over now.

Hearing that it is not illegal for a lunatic to kill someone, Kubo felt that he might very well end up here today.

Just when the great cartoonist Kubo was feeling sorry for himself here, he suddenly heard a huge buzzing from far to near. This is...

An incredible thought came to his mind, and Kubo raised his head in disbelief. His gaze passed through the window. His daily life, which was originally so calm that it made people feel boring, was suddenly shattered. In his wide eyes, he saw I saw a dark helicopter hovering in the sky outside the window. The machine gun mounted there slowly rotated, and the muzzle of the gun was gradually pointed here.

Kubo:……

Far away in Kassel on the other side of the ocean, Lu Mingfei put down his cell phone and said his last words.

"Let them be, we don't have to worry about them."

With that said, he ended the call and shook his head helplessly, really not knowing what to say.

I heard that four hybrid organizations have decided to take action against the author of Death, and Kassel's execution department even asked for his opinion. Of course, Lu Mingfei refused. No one knows better than him what Yuanyuan's original solution is. What's going on? As for Mr. Kubo, the author of Death, I can only say that I hope he is safe.

After silently praying for the other party in his heart for a moment, Lu Mingfei put Kubo aside. He looked at the big screen of the live broadcast again, his eyes full of interest.

Yuanyuan walked towards the present Buddha step by step, and a thousand arms came towards the girl, from all kinds of angles, from all kinds of places that ordinary people could imagine or not think of, just like the rough sea, with each wave higher than the other. The tide is stronger than the tide.

And Yuanyuan is Moses who parted the Red Sea.

She walked calmly in the storm, with not a drop of rain falling on her. The sharpness and unruliness between the girl's brows seemed to completely ignore everything around her.

"Not bad."

Lu Mingfei chuckled.

He knew very well that this grand appearance of Kyushu, the first time they showed their name in the mixed race society in this world, was a summary of the Children's Palace's efforts to keep a low profile in the past six months.

He wanted everyone to see it.

It's not the spirit of speech, it's not alchemy, it's not dragon blood.

A martial art that belongs exclusively to their Kyushu.

The weak can also draw their swords at the support of the stronger.

The hero's appearance will be accompanied by gorgeous music and a rain of roses.

So...

Lu Mingfei looked expectantly at the Yuanyuan part of the sea.

Feel free to let go of your hands and feet, go and make a scene as much as you like.

In the name of Kyushu.

…………

Now the Buddha's face is ferocious, and his bright golden pupils are dyed with a scarlet background. His movements are like madness, and a thousand hands turn into a net that covers the world, and Yuanyuan is about to be strangled in it.

The girl didn't even glance at it. The light around her body turned and shrunk, and she walked out of it, stepped into the void, and continued to move higher.

Half of the ten breaths have passed.

Just when the hybrids watching the live broadcast thought that this Buddha was helpless, they saw his eyes narrowing and a black shadow suddenly popped up.

The speed was so fast that even the dynamic vision of the hybrid could not be captured, leaving only a black shadow on the retina and nothing more.

What!

They only had time to form such an idea in their minds.

Then I thought to myself, can that senior sister from Kyushu really do it?

Will she have time to react?

In fact, the mixed breeds are completely worried.

There was no need for Yuanyuan to react at all, the light around her had already moved.

It is formless light.

It is also the light that cannot be explained clearly.

You can't describe it in words or pictures, or in any form.

But you know it's there.

The reaction of this light is much faster than that of Yuanyuan.

At the point where the black shadow was about to approach, the light suddenly moved. It thrust forward and circled lightly three times. On this side, Yuanyuan continued to step upward, while on the other side, the black shadow crashed to the ground.

As the camera turned, the mixed-races looked intently, their expressions changing.

The black shadow turned out to be a giant tongue, three rounds in size, with fine scales covering the surface, and random barbs and sharp teeth, which made people feel sick when they saw it.

The saliva dripping from the giant tongue seems to be a highly corrosive liquid. Once it falls on the ground, a thick white mist will rise. This is aimed at the soil. It is unimaginable that if this saliva touches people, it will eventually what happened.

Whether it's speed, strength, or lethality, this giant tongue is extremely amazing.

But it still couldn't break through the round body-protecting sword light.

After losing three giant tongues in a row, Buddha is finally afraid.

He stood up from the huge lotus platform, and the dead attendants fell from him wailing.

Now the Buddha turned to run away.

But it's too late.

He looked up and saw a girl with sharp eyebrows standing in the void in front of him.

Yuanyuan lowered her head and looked at the Buddha with indifferent eyes.

There seemed to be thousands of thunders exploding in those cold eyes.

Now the Buddha stood there, motionless.

The light around the circle is like soldiers who have received the general's order, all pouring out without reservation, rushing into the sky, and like the Milky Way hanging down from the sky, rushing down in a mighty manner.

Yuanyuan was like a high-altitude god, looking down at everything indifferently.

Now the Buddha wants to escape. This is the survival instinct of a living being, but he can't escape anywhere.

Compared with the momentum suppressed by a thousand hands before, the sword light falling down like a round galaxy now is more worthy of the description of the sky falling.

Now that the sky has fallen, where else can we escape?

Now the Buddha is raising his head. In his world, there is nothing else above him, only a pair of eyes that are as indifferent as gods. There is no golden color that represents power that the Buddha is familiar with now, but a verdant blue color, a very different color. The green color of dragon blood system.

Do not resist, do not disobey.

Death is his last and best ending.

Now the Buddha's mind and heart are echoing with such a voice.

The mixed-race people before the live broadcast stared at this scene in a daze.

The current Buddha who was so powerful was actually so weak after Yuanyuan used Shi Jie.

He can only be reduced to a lamb to be slaughtered by the girl's sword.

So, what if it were them?

The hybrids couldn't help but look at the girl standing in the void and the sword light she brushed.

For no apparent reason, a word popped into their head.

God's power.

This cannot be done by humans, it is really the power of God.

From today on, the independent girl in the void and the word "Kyushu" are deeply imprinted in the hearts of all mixed races.

No matter how many years pass, they will never forget what they saw and heard today.

it's over……

not yet!

Now the Buddha is an existence comparable to the fifth or even sixth generation species. How could he die so easily?

He roared and raised his hands in the air.

The rest of the arms withered away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The dark golden blood circulated in the body, and finally gathered in the hands raised towards him.

These hands quickly expanded like balloons.

The muscles were bulging high, the skin was shining with a metallic sheen, and the veins were like turbulent underground rivers. Just by looking at it, an unparalleled sense of power rushed over his face.

Even the ground where the Buddha currently stands has sunk several meters.

The mixed-breeds had solemn expressions on their faces. This was the result of the doctor's painstaking research. In the past, the Buddha attained nirvana and was born in the present Buddha. I don't know how many Deadpools and mixed-breeds were consumed, and finally there was such a person.

His power is simply...

The sword light waterfall brushes down.

Now the Buddha raised his arms to meet him.

The half-breeds held their breath in concentration.

They imagine a comet hitting the earth or a needle hitting a beam of light.

but……

Now the Buddha's roar stopped abruptly.

From a heart-rending roar to a pitiful wail, the transformation process only takes a second.

The high-pitched wailing sound almost pierced the eardrums.

The helplessness and despair almost overflowed the screen.

The half-breeds were silent and said nothing.

No.

There are no comets hitting the Earth.

There is no point of contact.

Nothing at all.

Sister Jiuzhou's sword light waterfall washed down like this.

Nothing can stand in the way.

Nothing can stop it.

When now the Buddha's wail falls into silence.

The last sword light disappeared into nothingness.

Yuanyuan's indifferent gaze swept over.

Only a huge dark gold skeleton was left on the spot.

Just like specimens displayed in a museum, all vital signs have been lost, and the only value left is to be visited and admired.

With just one glance, Yuanyuan looked away.

Suddenly, she glanced somewhere.

Many hybrids before the live broadcast felt their hearts stop.

They looked at each other through the live screen and Yuanyuan.

Some people were aroused to fight, while others had sweaty and trembling palms.

Fortunately, it was just a glimpse.

When Yuanyuan turned her head, countless mixed-race people heaved a sigh of relief. They were still wondering what had happened to them. There was a live broadcast screen across them. Are they afraid of being like this?

No, this is not fear.

They tell themselves this over and over again.

This is respect.

The most basic respect for a strong man.

"Two breaths left."

Yuanyuan's cold voice sounded under the nine-story pagoda.

It also sounded in front of live broadcast equipment all over the world.

Two breaths?

Why are there still two breaths?

Many hybrids didn't respond.

They really had never heard of this method of timing.

Then they saw Yuanyuan lift the sword.

The sword in its initial state is called Tongtian.

The hybrids blinked, their eyes gradually turning to horror.

It wasn't until this moment that they realized a terrifying fact.

Yuanyuan actually never drew her sword from the beginning to the end.

What does this mean?

Could it be that the eldest sister of Kyushu thinks that a character like Buddha is not worthy of her sword?

Or rather...

The reason why Yuanyuan was first understood was not for the sake of the present Buddha.

But... something else.

But what could it be?

The mixed breeds couldn't think of anything else worthy of Yuanyuan's action.

The discussion forum that had been dead for a long time became active again.

And it became popular very quickly.

The mixed breeds were all guessing what Yuanyuan wanted to do.

"That, let me tell you, uncle."

Black trench coat shouted to Kubo.

"Didn't you draw the first solution yourself?"

"What do you think that little girl wants to do?"

Kubo held on to the handrail tightly and looked at the high-rise buildings outside the helicopter with a pale face, as well as the police cars chasing them.

"Hero! Good man! Can we put aside the damn Shijie first!"

"They are catching up!"

"Hahaha!"

The black trench coat smiled heartily and was extremely arrogant.

"Okay, okay."

"Uncle, you are also a famous cartoonist after all."

"Show your courage as a cartoonist!"

"Such a small scene!"

The black trench coat shook the helicopter steering wheel with the momentum of a formula racing car, and at the same time freed up one hand to give a thumbs up to Kubo behind him.

"I will handle it!"

Kubo looked at his thumb, then at the hand holding the notebook on the other side, and finally cast his desperate eyes on the idling steering wheel.

Why should I make a wish to God!

…………

Yuanyuan raised the sword but made no next move.

She seemed to be waiting for something.

Yuanyuan looked in a certain direction.

The hybrids suddenly reacted.

They seemed to have figured out what the senior sister from Kyushu was waiting for.

Not long ago, when the present Buddha and the future Buddha appeared at the same time, the live broadcast screen was split into two.

On one side are Yuanyuan and the present Buddha, and on the other are Chen Pingan and the future Buddha.

Yuanyuan's battle is so superb that people can't help but pay more attention to it.

So much so that he subconsciously ignored the battle on the other side.

Chen Pingan and Future Buddha.

No less than the understatement of the senior sister, Chen Ping'an's battle can be described as tragic.

From the very beginning, he fell into the boundless sea of ​​people.

The future Buddha is a young monk sitting on a flesh-and-blood red lotus. But compared to that monk, to be more precise, the future Buddha's true body should be a flesh-and-blood red lotus.

The flesh-and-blood branches from before penetrated into the floor, walls and ceiling, and were scattered in every corner of the room. When the flesh-and-blood red lotus gave birth to a young monk, a sudden change occurred.

The relics drilled out of the wall one after another, rapidly deforming to the size of a sleeping bag. The monster crouching inside could be seen through the translucent outer wall.

If Yuanyuan and his party were here, they would definitely be able to tell at a glance that these are the believers of the future Buddha who appeared in the murals.

Chen Ping'an is a martial arts fanatic who wants to hone himself through fighting, but he is not stupid and naturally knows the principle of capturing the king first before capturing the thief.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the young monk must be the target of this monster.

But by the time he wanted to take action, it was too late.

Fruits of flesh and blood were smashed from the ceiling, exploding instantly, and thick liquid splashed everywhere, and then a deformed monster walked out of it.

One fruit after another means one monster after another.

They are more powerful than ordinary deadpools or iron arhats. They are the people of the future Buddhist kingdom, and they can also be called bhikshuni.

Chen Ping'an frowned, and with enough strength, he stepped on the ground.

Without using any moves, just relying on the arrogant body of the first level nine-turn golden body, Chen Ping'an stepped on the ground and the ground exploded. The soil undulated like waves, and the branches of flesh and blood that tried to contact him from under the ground broke one after another, and golden liquid flowed out. Blood.

The alarm in his heart subsided a little, but bhikkhunis were surrounding him from all directions. Chen Pingan glanced around, and finally looked at the young monk sitting on the lotus platform in front of him, and his eyes paused on the smile at the corner of his mouth.

At this time, Chen Pingan felt something in his heart.

The words of the senior sister seemed to ring in my ears.

She said: "Ten breaths."

Is that so? Ten breaths.

Although Chen Ping'an still doesn't know why the battle needs to be resolved within ten breaths.

But not important.

This is a task given by senior sister Yuanyuan.

In the Children's Palace, when the teacher is not around, the senior sister Yuanyuan is the biggest. Even though this girl is usually immersed in her own world and pays little attention to the outside world, every warrior respects her.

Since it’s ten breaths, then it’s ten breaths.

Chen Pingan slowly closed his eyes.

In this future Buddha will be present in person.

Surrounded by bhikshuni.

There are enemies on all sides who may die at any time.

He slowly closed his eyes.

His expression was calm.

At this moment, the mixed-race people in front of the live broadcast were all attracted to Yuanyuan.

Only a few people pay attention to the battle on the other side.

Even so, when they discovered that Chen Pingan had closed his eyes, they looked puzzled and full of doubts, not knowing what this man was going to do.

Want to die?

Suicide?

Wake up, hey, no insurance company in this world will insure activities like dragon slaying. The risk is too high.

But a strange scene occurred.

Chen Ping'an obviously closed his eyes, lost his perception of the outside world, and was already in the weakest state.

But not a single bhikshuni rushed forward.

They all stopped.

He looked timid and even seemed a little confused.

It seemed as if Chen Pingan could not be found in the eyes of the bhikkhunis.

In fact, this is really the case.

Not only the bhikkhunis, but also the young monks on the lotus platform also looked puzzled.

His delicate eyebrows looked around, but he couldn't find that person.

Where have you gone?

"Explosive Dan!"

The young man's voice resounded in Chen Pingan's mind like morning bells and evening drums.

He seemed to go back to that day months ago.

"Oh, you asked me if there is any method similar to Yuanyuanshi's interpretation of Swastika?"

Lu Mingfei picked up his bag and was about to walk out. After hearing what Chen Pingan said, he stopped.

"Well, please teach me."

Chen Pingan clasped his fists respectfully.

The fist was held by the young man.

Lu Mingfei looked at him with a smile.

"I teach you because I am happy. Don't salute all the time. If you are not tired, I will be tired too."

As he spoke, he pressed the fist held by Chen Ping'an.

"As for the method, I can think of one."

"Your senior sister's Shijie Swastika is said to be a special move that combines the sword-raising method and the Lingbao Sect method. It accumulates the usual sword intent and sword light, compresses the essence, and when needed at a certain moment, it will all explode. A long period of dormancy in exchange for a moment of smoothness."

Lu Mingfei slowly closed his palms and opened them suddenly.

He turned his head to look at Chen Pingan, his face solemn.

"I think you should also know that there is no free power in this world. If you want to get something, you must pay something."

Chen Pingan nodded silently. He looked at Lu Mingfei and explained his attitude with calm eyes.

He is ready for anything.

"The foundation of Yuanyuan's sublimation is her sword."

"So, think about it, what do you have?"

"Strength? Blood? Spirit?"

"No matter what you have, you can use this method."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Explosive Dan."

Chen Pingan imagined that he was a hibernating insect, with more than 36,000 pores all over his body closed, not even breathing.

At that time the teacher asked him what he had.

Now Chen Pingan can give the answer.

He has Qi and blood.

The first level of the nine-turn golden body is filled with energy and blood.

So, that's it.

Compress, compress, compress again.

He is like a cauldron with three legs and two ears, around which stars as many as the sands of the Ganges rotate. The dead and cold universe is just his alchemy room.

All the energy and blood flowed back to the center of the cauldron, compressed and condensed, and finally turned into a swaying but unquenchable fire.

This is Dan Fire.

Boom!

The first blast of thunder in early spring signals the arrival of the Waking of Insects.

Chen Pingan opened his eyes.

The elixir fire swayed in this eye.

"Explosive Dan!"