At the same time, on the other side--

Linglong sits quietly on the floor of the dormitory, with an unsheathed slap on her knees.

As time went on, this shallow dozen also exudes a faint red light.

I saw countless souls begin to gather on this shallow hit, and gradually, the red light became more and more prosperous.

Finally, the red light ceased, and the shallow punch on Linglong's knees also changed.

The style of the knife is still similar to that of the shallow knife, except that the color of the handle on the handle has become a reddish red, and the knife is still an oval shape, except that there is an extra fire dragon pattern on it, like a one. The fire dragon surrounds the knife.

The blade of this knife has also undergone tremendous changes. The blade has become much longer and the curvature of the blade has become smaller. The shape of this sword is closer to the shape of a Miao sword compared to the appearance of the Tai sword of the ordinary Zhanpei sword.

At this time, Linglong opened her eyes, she picked up the Zanpodao on her knees and took a closer look.

"Xingtao... I am special just like you! So I can condense the Zanpo Dao in a very short time, and when I see this knife, I can know the name of the Zanpo Dao!" Linglong whispered softly. He whispered, then closed his eyes again, held the knife again, and entered the practice of sword meditation.

The moment Linglong closed her eyes, she appeared in a strange place.

This is an empty space with nothing. If Xing Tao could see this void of space, he would definitely recognize it. This space was almost exactly the same as his own sea of ​​consciousness.

The picture engraved in the deepest part of Linglong's heart is Xingtao's sea of ​​consciousness.

Linglong whispered: "The so-called Zanpaku Knife is cast by the soul of death. The environment here is the deepest picture in my heart, which also means that your will is my will!"

At this moment, suddenly this piece of void space gradually became hot. At the same time, a long-lasting dragon roar echoed from low to high in this void of space. The sound became higher and higher, almost into a sharp whistle, and in the end, it was deafening like a mountain whistling and a tsunami.

With the appearance of the sound, in this void space, a dazzling flame like a scorching sun suddenly lit up. In this flame, a huge fire dragon appeared out of thin air.

The whole body of this fire dragon is wrapped in huge flames. From the huge dragon horns to the fangs in the mouth, to the dragon scales, all present a mysterious redness that can only flash in extremely high temperatures. Transparent color.

The image of this fire dragon is almost exactly the same as the ultimate power in the world of "Zhu Xian"-the eight wild fire dragon. The only difference is that the temperature of this fire dragon is higher and the image is closer to the real dragon.

"Bahuang Fire Dragon...no! I should call you Chilong now!" Linglong said as she stretched out her palm towards the fire dragon.

And just as Linglong pronounced the name "Red Dragon" and stretched out her palm; the huge fire dragon also lowered its head, and the dragon's head happened to be in Linglong's palm.

Just as the moment when the two meet, in reality-

The Zanpodao that Linglong was holding changed in vain.

It became a crimson, warm and moist as jade.

The blade and hilt seemed to be made of red jade. The hilt was a red dragon, and a red-red jade-like blade spit out from the dragon-shaped swallow.

But in this jade color, there is a terrifying high temperature. This high temperature is not divergent, but completely restrained.

Chapter 39

"This is my Zan Poknife... Chilong!!!" Linglong swung a knife slowly, and in an instant, a wave of heat surged out, and the things with lower ignition points in the dormitory had already begun to burn. Linglong waved her left hand and used a ghost road to directly drop the temperature of the entire dormitory and extinguish the flames that had just burned.

At this moment, the door of the dormitory opened, and Linglong looked back and saw Xingtao standing at the door in surprise.

"Linglong, you have already condensed the Zanpodao, and you are still beginning to solve it?" Xingtao exclaimed.

Linglong nodded, and said, "Yes, the fire-type Zanpae Sword, Chilong!" Linglong said, waving the sword in her hand, pulling a sword flower, and then releasing the initial solution, and Zanpae's sword returned to its previous position again. That kind of Miaodao look.

Xing Tao looked at Linglong and asked, "How hot is the blade of your Chilong?"

"It's about 6000 degrees Celsius, about the same as the surface temperature of the sun!" Linglong thought for a while and said.

"6000 degrees!?" Xingtao was taken aback, "I remember that if the Captain's Flowing Blade Ruohuo is first solved, the temperature is equivalent to the surface temperature of the sun. So, your Red Dragon is no better than Flowing Blade Ruohuo at all. Bad!"

Linglong was silent for a while, then shook her head, and said: "Although for now, the power is not as powerful as Liubian Ruohuo, but the range of attack is still not as good as it. My red dragon is not as powerful as Liubianruohuo. It looks like a sea of ​​fire!"

As soon as Liuzhan was liberated, the temperature around him could feel the rapid rise, and all the surroundings turned into a sea of ​​fire; and the temperature of this sea of ​​fire was almost the same as the surface temperature of the sun.

After the Linglong Chilong was first solved, he didn't have much momentum, but concentrated all his power on the blade. Because of this, the temperature of the blade can be as high as 6000 degrees Celsius. From this point of view, the exquisite Chilong is still inferior in power.

"I understand!" Xingtao nodded.

"After all, it's still a fire dragon!" Xingtao sighed inwardly, "From the perspective of the original comics, the power of a blade of fire is almost equivalent to a little sun, and it should be more similar to the power of the Golden Crow. At least my Xuanzhen Sun and Moon pupils have cultivated to the sixth and seventh levels."

"And Linglong's Zanpaku knife... is equivalent to a fire dragon... But the power of a real dragon is not just flames! So if you fight flames, it is normal for dragons to fight against the golden crow." Xingtao couldn't help but feel right to Linglong and Yamamoto. An analogy with the knife, "The gap between the initial solution is not too big, but once the solution is performed, the gap on the flame will be further enlarged!"

With only a few words from Linglong, Xingtao could roughly understand the power of Linglong's Zanpai Dao Chilong. This is the fire-type Zanpaku knife second only to Yamamoto Genryusai.

And just as Xingtao and Linglong were talking, suddenly, the two felt a familiar Lingya approaching this dormitory at the same time. When the two felt a little bit, they knew that the spirit pressure was the **** of death who took them to the principal's office half a year ago.

The two immediately opened the door, just in time to see him about to knock.

"Haha, you two are really leisurely!" The **** of death said with a smile.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on Linglong's knife, his pupils shrank, and he exclaimed: "You... actually condensed the Zanpodao? So fast!!"

Linglong also smiled slightly, and said, "Yes, it was just condensed."

"Congratulations!!" The **** of death sighed with joy, and then continued, "We, at the Mao Spiritual Academy for hundreds of years, have condensed Zanpakuto students in less than a year of cultivation... Only you two From this point of view, you can be regarded as rare geniuses in our corpse soul world for hundreds of years!"

Having said this, he couldn't help but sigh, and a trace of envy flashed across his face.

In the past, the rare genius in the corpse soul world for hundreds of years was Hissugaya Toshiro, but looking at the performance of Hissugaya Toshiro in the same period, it is obviously much worse than these two people!

"You have a good reputation!" A smile appeared on Xingtao's face, "Suddenly came to us, what's the matter?"

This person is an assistant to the principal. He hasn't visited them for so many years, so there must be some things coming today.

The **** of death showed a slight smile on his face and said, "Xing Tao, the 11th squad deliberately absorbed you, but I heard from the principal, you seem to be reluctant to go to the eleventh squad?"

Xing Tao nodded and said, "Yes, what? The eleventh squad forcefully came to ask for someone?"

Xingtao was not afraid to rush into the academy even more Mu Jianba.

Not to mention that Xingtao is not so afraid of Jianba at Gengmu at present, but this place is the Real Spirit Academy, and it is confirmed that Jianba dare not mess around.

The Mao Spiritual Academy is under the jurisdiction of a team, in other words, it is the territory of the old man Yamamoto.

When Kenpachi was learning kendo with old man Yamamoto, he was miserably abused, so he didn't dare to come here to mess around.

"This isn't a problem with the eleventh division!" The **** of death shook his head, and said, "There is another squad who is interested in you. Don't you want to go to the eleventh squad, you can go to this squad! "

"Which team?" Xingtao's eyes lit up.

"Fifth Division!" The Reaper said with a smile, "Captain Aizen has already submitted an application to the academy."

Hearing the name of the fifth division, Xingtao couldn't help but hum.

After all, I was caught up by the big boss Aizen.