The Strongest Traverser

The big man sighed lightly: "You will know if you are out of the range of turning the divine body, and your strength is now only a few percent of the original."

"How much strength you can regain depends on how many Zanpakudao you can force back to its origin."

Mulin's heart kept greeting, Urahara Kisuke's 18th generation ancestor: "Why didn't you tell yourself such a thing soon!!!"

Thinking of another world after eight days...

Mulin sighed lightly, picked up the Zan Po Dao and continued to attack the big man.

Time flies. In a blink of an eye, Mulin stayed in the corpse soul world for eight days. On the eighth morning, Mulin looked at the pitted vast and desolate land and sighed in his heart.

"After all, I still haven't recovered it completely!"

When I went to the river to wash my face a little, whether it was day or night, Mulin and the big man burning with blue and white flames had been fighting for the past few days.

Mulin unlocked "one door" and was constantly beaten up, stood up, beaten up, stood up...

After at least hundreds of battles in this way, two-thirds of the scattered Zanpaku Knives in the field were consumed.

The rest looks more sparse compared to the beginning.

"Today, are you still practicing?" The big man stood behind Mulin, he didn't need a body, nor would he produce any physical dirt.

He is like a machine that never needs to stop, rotating 24 hours a day, maintaining the strongest state at any time.

Who made him the incarnation of a Zan Po Dao, and the strongest Zan Po Dao in the fire system.

Mulin shook his head: "I don't practice anymore, there are still some things on hand that I haven't finished." A faint tone came out of his mouth.

Mulin decided to close first, even though he could not reach the peak of his strength, he hoped that his fighting skills could make up for the shortcomings in this area.

I hope so! ! !

Mulin looked at the Zan Po Dao on the wasteland and thought in his heart: "He will find the power left here sooner or later, but the most important thing now is to go to Urahara Kisuke to pick up the "seven dragon balls" first.

The time that Dragon Ball was stored at Kisuke Urahara was too long. At first, he only planned to borrow it for three days, but now it has been seven days.

If time is dragging on, who knows what other moths Urahara Kisuke will come up with.

The most important thing is that he will either go to another world directly to solve the problem tomorrow morning, or tonight, and maybe this dragon ball will come in handy at that time.

"I really envy you creatures that can wander around freely and decide their own direction according to their own will." The uncle, who was burning with blue and white flames, suddenly looked deep and melancholy in his pupils.

Mulin was stunned for a moment: "Do you want to live a free life based on your own ideas?"

"Freedom! What an extravagant word!" The big man sighed softly: "As a Zanpaku, he was born following the birth of the user, and he can only follow the user for his entire life."

"If I have a chance, I really want to live according to my own ideas."

"Even if there is only one day, no restrictions!"

Mulin stared at the domineering and melancholic big guy in front of him, he didn't know what to say.

If Liubian fire is an important tool to carry his strength and determine his success or failure, if he is left alone, then his plan will never be completed.

Mulin is not a kind person, nor is he a cruel person. Hearing such words will inevitably be moved in his heart.

but……

Mulin didn't speak any more, and went straight to "Transforming the Divine Body".

At the moment when he stretched out his hand to put it away, a heavy and melancholy voice came: "Wait, let me exist in a human way for another minute."

"I will come again in the future, my strength is still there," Mulin said.

The big man didn't answer, and Mulin didn't speak, quietly looking at the big man in front of him.

Over the past few days, Mulin found that the big man who had been converted from a blade like a fire seemed to be not simple.

He was not like a cold weapon, but a living person.

Have his own thoughts, have his own personality...domineering and profound.

A minute passed quickly, and Mulin put away the ZanPai knives around the "Transforming Divine Body", all turned into blue and white silk flames, rushing into Mulin's body first.

It's just that there is often one of the three, which is to turn his head directly into the flowing blade on the Zhuan Divine Body.

After all the blue and white silk threads had dissipated, Mullin untied the triple print and carefully felt the energy in his body.

Sure enough, almost one-third is missing.

He sighed lightly, turned his head and looked around the place where he had stayed for seven days.

The grassy grassland before, has long been turned into a desolate place with potholes, and I slightly sighed the craziness of the past few days.

Mulin stepped into the passage leading to Kuzacho.

Don't guess the destination, it's not Kurosaki's home or the base camp of the Masked Legion.

It's the kiosk of Kisuke Urahara.

Mulin raised his head to look at the signboard "Urahara Shop" above the house, and walked in with a gloomy face.

After not taking a few steps, Urahara Kisuke with his hair messed up, his eyes sunken and haggard, walked out. When he saw Mulin, his pupils dilated slightly...

"Bai...Mulin!"

An extremely surprised voice came to Mulin's ears.

Mullin frowned with an ominous premonition in his heart, and his face was gloomy as if he was asking for sin.

"Turn the body! Are there still things you haven't told me?" Mulin said in a bad tone.

Kisuke Urahara blinked his eyes and pretended to be innocent: "You didn't ask me either! I thought you had plenty of time...come..."

"What's coming??" Mulin's tone became even more gloomy.

"Come to recover your power!" Urahara said with a guilty face.

Kisuke Urahara knew the next day that Mullin was about to leave, but he reported that he was lucky at the time, believing that Mullin would be able to reclaim all his power.

Although he always knew that even if Yamamoto Motoyanagisuke Shigekuni wanted to recycle all of it, it would take a month.

"Hehehe..." Mu Linyin smiled and walked over, covering Urahara Kisuke's face with a punch.

"Do you think!!!"

"Tell me what you think!!!" Mulin said, putting another punch in his face.

Urahara Kisuke was beaten twice with gold stars. Although he was a little dizzy, he knew that Mulin was just venting his dissatisfaction, and he knew the severity of the shot. So I just endured it.

"As soon as I knew what you were leaving, I went out to look for you, but I haven't found it." Urahara defended loudly!

"Not found!!!" Mullin fisted in another round.

Kisuke Urahara spit out a nosebleed from both nostrils! "Do you know what kind of danger I will encounter if all my strength is dispersed in the Divine Transformation Body this time??" Mulin's face was still gloomy. . ,,.