"White clothes!" A cold and elegant figure fell on the "Xin Gu Du Peak". Feng Zhihen, who returned from Su Huanzhen, called his disciple's name.

There was no response inside the bamboo house. Feng Zhihen had an inexplicable sense of bad premonition in his heart. He pushed the door open and no one was included.

"Well..." After a moment of contemplation, he left the bamboo house again and stood above the peak and looked into the distance.

Suddenly, my heart aches, as if I had lost a vital person. My cold sword eyes gathered, looking into the distance, jumping down from the peak without thinking.

Following the wind and with the feeling in his heart, he walked rapidly. When he came to a vast forest, his uneasiness became stronger.

It seemed that an extremely fierce battle had happened here, and the surroundings were destroyed in an unexpected way. He saw a white figure in the distance at a glance. When he walked in front of him, he had already lost his breath.

The broken demon-sacrificial sword fell beside him, and many wounds were cut by weapons on his body. Feng Zhihen picked up the body of his beloved disciple, and his tentacles were already cold.

"White clothes..." The fist was slowly clenched, and a tear dripped from the corners of his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he was filled with cold murderous intent.

"No matter who it is, I will never let it go!" Holding the corpse of his beloved disciple, he closed his eyes and felt the sword intent in the wind, and the battle scene that had not long ago appeared in his mind.

The enemy's figure had not appeared, but the overwhelming light was extremely obvious. After a while, he opened his eyes and had already guessed who the enemy was.

He picked up his white clothes and headed towards Gudu Peak. Half a day later, a new grave appeared on Gudu Peak.

...

Where the gathering of the people in the Pili world was Su Huan really formulated the next detailed strategy in the house. With his cautious personality, he wanted to visit all forces one by one before judging enemies and friends.

At this moment, a letter suddenly shot into the house and took it. He spoke out a puzzled voice. When he went out to search, he had never seen a figure.

The envelope was opened, and the content was very short and it was written with caution. It was written with the left hand. The handwriting was not good-looking, but the content changed his face.

At this moment, Jianzi Fairy Trace entered his house and asked when he saw his appearance, "Su Huanzhen, what happened?"

Pressing the letter slowly, Su Huanzhen said in a deep voice, "I don't know who sent the letter, Yan Baiyi Jian Shao died at the hands of a man named Gilgamesh."

"Um?"

"It was the one who provoked Saitama that day." Su Huanzhen quickly explained when she saw Jianzi's fairy tale.

Jianzi Xianzu's face also changed, "Oh, if this is the case, it's not good. With Feng Zhihen's personality, I'm afraid this matter will be difficult to be good. However, when I saw that the person wearing golden armor's words and deeds were probably an extreme person. It is very likely that he would kill Baiyi. But who sent this letter, there might be a little trick in this matter."

Su Huanzhen nodded, "This is exactly what I am worried about, but no matter what, Feng Zhihen cannot make any trouble. He is one of our strongest combat powers. Jianzi, I will trouble you to find the whereabouts of this Gilgamesh. Regardless of whether there is a conspiracy, the murderer will always pay his life. I will notify others to prepare to support you."

Jianzi smiled confidently and waved lightly, "No, just leave this kind of thing to me. I will pull the Buddhist sword and Long Su. The three of us will take action together to find the whereabouts of the murderer first, and then talk about the rest. As for you, there are still many things to work hard to come to this chaotic world, so you don't have to worry too much about this matter."

Su Huanzhen breathed a sigh of relief, "There are three religions that have taken action. It seems that I don't have to worry too much, but be careful, you, like Feng Zhihen, cannot be missed."

"Don't worry." Before he finished speaking, the sword's fairy trace turned into light and left.

...

Day and night alternate, even if there is no sun and moon, the difference between day and night is still happening in this world.

Jin Shanshan walked on a plain and felt a little bad luck. Yesterday, the damn bald man "Saitama" suddenly appeared in front of him and mocked him in a very humiliating way. Of course, he chased him in anger.

But later "Saitama" mysteriously disappeared, and he met a young swordsman in white, and fought in a disagreement, successfully killing the other party.

Of course, he would not worry about killing the white-clothed swordsman, but instead felt that yesterday's incident was not normal.

Although he was arrogant, he was not really a brain-dead after all. There were too many doubts about this matter. He was so confused by anger yesterday. Today, when he thought about it, "Saita"'s strength is the biggest doubt.

Although he hated the bald man so much that he was so angry that he had to admit that his power was rare in his life and would probably be above the gods he had seen back then.

Even if such a strong man does something sarcastic, he will not run away without a punch. In addition, the white-clothed swordsman appears there, everything seems to be too coincidental, as if someone deliberately arranged it.

"Deliberate arrangement?" Jin Shanshan frowned, and when he thought of this possibility, he was angry. He hated the conspirators. The cold feeling made him feel naturally disgusted.

Just like he didn't like Tosaka Toshiko, the kind of gloomy guy who looked respectful but was actually conspiring was the person he hated the most.

Just as he was thinking about this, his steps suddenly stopped. It was not because he stopped himself, but because he could not take another step forward.

Suddenly, the white clouds in the sky rolled, and a huge pressure appeared in it. Three transcendent figures appeared vaguely and fell in three directions. The entire space solidified slightly under the three figures.

Before the people arrived, three different poems rang out.

"The Buddha saw that three thousand were destroyed, and he died of life and sin!

"Confucianism sees the world's ruins, and the life is overturned and returned to the same place!"

"The Tao sees that all things are destroyed, and killing begins!"

Three figures landed on the ground, and instantly surrounded Jin Shanshan in the middle. Jin Shanshan looked at the three of them and said in a deep voice, "Miscellaneous Xiu, do you dare to block my way?"

In the sky, two figures standing in the gap in the space watched the scene. Aizen held his Zanpakura and whispered, "These three guys..."
Chapter completed!