"Have you escaped? You ran so fast." Xuan whispered. The reason why he was sure that Shaka was not dead was that in addition to the remaining small universe, there was no retention of the golden holy clothing on the scene.

The material of the golden sacred clothing is special, and even if it is broken, it will leave various parts. The empty space on the scene can explain many problems.

"Go back and tell the Pope that I will talk to him about the Cancer Clothes. If I pursue them so closely, I don't mind making the Holy Land the first major force to be removed."

Xuan said calmly to the air, he was not sure if Shaka could hear it, so just pretend that the other party could hear it.

"It's finally over, these two plague gods." In the valley, Kisuke Urahara patted his heart, and his face was filled with an expression of finally surviving.

"Would you like to leave first while now? I always feel that something will happen if I don't leave now." The black cat whispered, and when he looked up and looked into the air, Xuan had disappeared.

"Where do you two want to go?" A chuckle sounded behind them, and the hair on the black cat's body stood up in an instant, turning around alertly.

I saw Xuan had appeared behind the two of them at some point, smiling.

Urahara Kisuke caressed his fisherman's hat, and turned around with a helpless expression on his face, saying in an exaggerated tone, "Oh, I'm so lucky. I don't know what you call me?"

Gen looked at him with an unfathomable smile and suddenly shouted, "Kisuchi Urahara!"

His face became solemn, but he recovered after a moment. The fan that appeared from somewhere covered his face, "It's such an honor. I didn't expect that someone in this strange world would know my name. Should I say that I have a reputation... Who are you? Do I remember knowing you?"

Although the other party kept smiling, Xuan could still feel the other party's vigilance, especially the black cat transformed in the Yeyi District of Sifengyuan, which had quietly moved its position. There, as long as he had a slight change, the two of them could complete the attack in the shortest time.

"Uchiha Gen...or you can also call me the God of Time and Space. What is the question of your name? As for how to know you, you can think that is my ability."

"Oh?" Urahara Kisuke showed a curious look.

"My eyes can see through time and see things that you cannot see, such as some past, so I have more information about yours."

Urahara Kisuke still maintained that false and exaggerated expression, "It's really shocking, but I'm very curious about what your purpose is."

He did not question Xuan's statement because it was meaningless. It was the first time that both parties had contacted each other, and their trust could be said to be zero. At this time, questioning each other would only lead to the deadlock in the conversation.

Of course, deep down, Urahara Kisuke must have disbelief of Gen's words.

Qian naturally guessed some of the other party’s thoughts, but smiled indifferently, "My purpose is very simple...Aizen."

"Yes!" Urahara Kisuke's eyes changed completely. He thought about putting away the folding fan, "It's interesting, I suddenly want to talk to you."

...

Just as Gen and Kisuke Urahara had a conversation, somewhere in the world, the New Lonely Peak.

The sky was low and the cold wind was raging at the peak, and a new tomb appeared on this mountain.

The lonely figure looked at the new grave in front of him. His hands were filled with the strong wine that had already cooled down, but his heart was filled with speechless pain.

At one glance at it for ten years, my former beloved disciple did not die in that chaotic world, but died in a foreign land after just coming to this strange world.

The hands are tightened, and the heart is colder.

"White clothes, my teacher will definitely avenge you, sure." The heavy words represent determination and anger.

The wind blew, and a strange look spread from the Lonely Peak. Feng Zhihen's eyes changed, and strange changes suddenly occurred around him.

The Gloomy Peak is still the Gloomy Peak, but there is a faint candlelight coming from the hut. The new grave in front of him disappeared, and he walked towards the hut with a trembling heart.

In the room, the sword young man in white was sitting cross-legged, quietly practicing the sword intent of the wind.

"Is this?" He was shocked. Feng Zhihen wanted to say something, but forced himself to hold it back.

At this time, the young master of swords in white suddenly opened his eyes and looked out of the house strangely. Then he looked suspiciously on his face, and soon afterwards chased in a certain direction.

Behind the bamboo forest, Feng Zhihen's figure walked out, looking at the direction he was chasing, and his face was solemn, "Is the figure that Baiyi just tracked down? Is it black?"

The doubts in his heart became deeper and deeper. He chased after him to check it out. Soon after, it was naturally the scene where the sword master in white and Jin Shanshan met.

When the treasure in the King's treasure pierced through the body of the white-clothed sword Shao, Feng Zhihen's breath suddenly became cold.

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"The guy pretending to be a ghost, come out!" The sword spun out from behind, and the peerless crazy man started to take action in an instant.

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Amid the crisp sound, like the shattering of a mirror, the new Gudu Peak in front of him was still there, and the grave of the White-clothed Sword Master was still in front of him, and everything had not changed. Only one more person was behind him.

"You are the first one I have seen who can break through with your own strength." A gentle voice said, and the figure smiled.

Feng Zhihen turned around calmly and looked at him with a sword, "It's you? What's the relationship with Baiyi's death?"

Feng Nori knew Aizen. When he first came to this world, the Pili World had a brief conflict with the Mitsuya Palace. He naturally had an impression of Aizen, who was unfathomable at the time.

Aizen smiled and said, "Although you may know my name, you will introduce yourself. Aizen Huyousuke, the master of the Xuye Palace. I just want to tell you something, the Hero King is dead."

"Hmm?" Feng Zhihen's expression narrowed. He still remembered that under the siege of himself and Sanxiantian, Jin Shanshan ran away with a strange tool.

"What do you want to explain? What happened to the illusion just now?"
Chapter completed!