Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto Chapter 363 New   2 Sep 20, 2022

"Calm down... observe carefully, and then find the exit!"

Lord repeatedly comforted himself, took a few deep breaths, calmed the chaotic heart, and then carefully observed the void and fissures, trying to find a trace of regularity, or any clues about the 'exit'!

Some of these fissures scattered in the turbulence of the void, some of which are as large as the East African Rift, stretch for thousands of miles, while the small ones are not as big as the arms. The gap between the two can be said to be very different. There is no difference!

Obviously, this method won't work either!

Lord was still a little unwilling, and tried to condense the spirit child into an arrow, and penetrated into the rift with the ability to penetrate all things, and then planned to use the spirit child's feedback to perceive whether the other end of the rift was safe.

Until he lost the sense, Lingzi didn't send any feedback.

This is like a natural prison, cutting off all attempts to escape.

Even Lord, it is inevitable to be a little discouraged at the moment.

He tried all the methods he could think of, and the results obtained were all useless!

"let's start!"

Lord exhaled a suffocating breath from his lungs, and then stared at the looming cracks.

The next step is to verify his pedigree. It is time for Europe to be right and wrong. If you choose the wrong 'Exit', then it can only prove that he is nothing more than this, and he is destined to suffer this disaster!

Sometimes, luck is also an important part of success!

Looking at the strong people who can reach the top, the characters are either treacherous and cunning, or tenacious, or bold and generous, or brave and forward. After removing all the external things, there is only one thing in common, that is, they Good luck!

When bad times turn good, turn dangers into ends, jump off cliffs with exercises, go out to pick up teachers...

All of the above and other situations, all of them have great luck in the dark, so that they can finally reach the top!

And now, it's his turn.

Whether 　　 can turn the danger into a waste, it all depends on his next choice, which determines the future direction!

In the end, he chose the biggest rift.

If you insist on saying the reason, it may be that the crack is more pleasing to the eye, and the second is that the inside of this crack is close to a stable state, while the void turbulence inside the other cracks is extremely violent.

"It's Europe right and wrong, here it is!"

Lord prayed silently in his heart, then took a big step and stepped into the rift in an instant.

next moment.

He experienced the feeling of being stuffed into a rolling washing machine, and then stirring frantically for an unknown number of laps!

The horrible suction from all directions seemed to tear him into pieces. The platform constructed by Lingzi instantly shattered, and his whole person was like rootless duckweed, drifting away in the violent turbulence of the void. Go, disappear into the deep darkness!

I don't know how long has passed.

The space inside the void turbulence, there is no sound or light, not even the soul!

Lord has been floating in this space for a long time.

could not confirm the direction, and could not find any exit.

Reiki gradually depleted over time, this place is like a prison, trapping him tightly here!

I can do nothing but wait for death!

Although he didn't want to admit it, he did feel desperate.

After the initial struggle and unwillingness to roar, Lord's mood gradually approached calm and dead. It was not that he gave up his hope of survival, but that he wanted to save all resources and find a way to get out of trouble before he died!

One day...

In the boundless darkness, Lord suddenly sensed a familiar breath of death!

That is... the breath of hell!

For an instant, Lord barely hesitated, and instantly turned into a light and shadow, rushing to the source of that breath!

He has no choice!

If he continues to stay in this boundless darkness, sooner or later he will die because his spiritual power is exhausted. This is his last hope!

As for whose **** it is, it doesn't matter to him anymore. Even Lucifer's **** is better than being trapped here alive!

is getting closer, getting closer and closer!

Lord's eyes flashed with excitement.

He can clearly feel that the breath of **** is very close, not far ahead!

Finally, after exhausting all the spiritual pressure.

Lord slammed his head into the crack, and then the whole person disappeared instantly!

Here is a barren ice field.

The bitter cold wind whistles, rolling layers of ice and snow and huge waves roaring past, like the endless waves of the sea, the whole world is shrouded in gray fog, and you look at the sharp peaks of the glacial cliffs. , Located like a thousand swords.

Thick snow covers the ice sheet, and you can vaguely see a black river, a huge stone bridge with ancient atmosphere, which is horizontally spanned on the rushing black river.

There is no trace of life here.

Even the most tenacious weeds cannot survive here, only the boundless ice field.

Cold and deadly silence are the only themes here.

But in this extreme environment, there was a figure walking on the ice field, dragging a huge heavy object against the wind and snow.

As the figure got closer, one could see that it was a woman, and what she was dragging was a monster with huge horns.

The woman wears broken armor covered with sword marks, with long purple hair flying in the wind and snow, white feathers are inserted on both sides of the temple, dragging the horned monster in one hand, and the **** sword in the other. Go forward with a determined pace.

Huhuhu~

The bitter cold wind whizzed past, blowing the thick snow, faintly revealing a figure.

The silver armor woman stopped, frowned, and looked at the person buried under the snow.

The man's black clothes were completely torn apart, and his body was covered with frozen blood. The breath from the tip of his nose was extremely weak. If his chest was not a little undulating, I am afraid that anyone would treat him as a corpse.

The man's fingers squirmed slightly, and then he opened his eyes with difficulty, his chapped lips pulled a wry smile~~Randkiel, that bastard, finally ran out for him!

This person is the Lord who has struggled to escape from the rift in the void. Although the crack that passed smoothly, he has no defensive means after his spiritual pressure is exhausted, and can only let the space storm raging in the middle.

Fortunately, this time, he had good luck.

Although he was torn apart by the space storm and seriously injured, he still left a ray of life after all, allowing him to successfully reach this hell!

Next, only need to give him a period of time to replenish the spiritual pressure, and he can activate the speeding regeneration to repair the injury.

"who are you?"

The woman looked at him warily and asked.

"A lost person..."

Lord pulled the corners of his mouth forcibly, showing an ugly smile: "Excuse me...where is this place?"

The woman frowned, her eyes flashed with surprise: "You don't even know where this is?"

Lord looked bitter and said, "I'm lost, I got here by mistake."

"Your luck is really bad."

The woman was silent for a moment, and then faintly said: "This is the kingdom of the dead, Helheim."

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