The red heat makes people warm, and even the scattered sparks that fade away make people feel a sense of ethereal beauty, dotted with crimson ash scattering down, but no trace of burning flesh.

Three black magma slowly rotated in Itachi's bloody red eyes, capturing the flow of chakra in his vision.

A few meters away from front, a human-shaped chakra slowly condensed on the water surface. Itachi narrowed his eyes and still refused to take action.

The figure of Aibu Slash slowly floated out of the water surface, and the flowing water gradually condensed the body of Aibu Slash. The excess water marks slipped down, leaving no traces of water marks on Aibu Slash's body.

"Hehe" A sarcastic smile was heard, and cold words came through the bandage: "Those eyes are really beautiful, but they are a little waste in your eyes..."

Itachi was unmoved, and Leng Yi's face could not see any emotion. Itachi suddenly turned around and shouted, "I won't kill again!!! Yue Du!!!"

Three gouyu in the red eyes rotated fiercely, connecting into one, the Shurisword-like eyes condensed in the eyes, strange traces kept rotating, the faint chakra in the air was in chaos, and the Aobu Slash behind Itachi turned into a stream of water and returned to the blue ocean.

The figure that was no longer cut off appeared in front of Itachi's eyes, but his pale yellow pupils were slightly dissipated...

The world of red and black depicts a strange beauty. This pure red does not contain a trace of blood, but exaggerates the elegance and arrogance of the medieval aristocracy. The cold moon floats in the sky full of red, and the cold cross stands up on the black earth, and is tied tightly on the cross if it is not cut off.

Zabuzhan raised his head and smiled at Itachi who was standing in front of him: "Haha, perfect insight, but how did you find out about me who did not reveal the chakra at all?"

Itachi Leng Yi's face was without a trace of expression, and his calm words came out from the corner of his mouth: "Although you concealed it well, the overly perfect restrained breath has caused your flaws in the chakra layer you created. The weakest part of chakra is where you are."

Zaibushen stared at the windmill that was constantly spinning in Itachi's eyes and said lightly: "It's so beautiful..."

"Chi――" A ninja knife was inserted into the lower abdomen that was no longer slashed. Itachi opened his sad and beautiful Maneidic Sharingan and said lightly: "If you don't slash your land, then I will be in charge of the world here. In the next 72 hours, this ninja knife will continue to pierce your body..."

The figures of seven or eight Itachi ended with Itachi's words and appeared before Aibu Slash. The ninja knife pierced the figure tied to the cross without hesitation...

"Chi―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――�

Zabuzhan closed his yellow eyes slightly, and the face that was constantly blocked was not visible, as if the blade pierced into his chest did not exist at all, and said lightly: "Is this the only thing?"

The charming windmill in Itachi's eyes turned slightly and said lightly: "From now on, your pain will expand ten times, and there are still 71 hours, 59 minutes and 59 seconds left..."

"Chi---" The ninja knife stabbed into the lower abdomen. After not killing, I couldn't help but twitch the corners of my eyes slightly, and said in my mind that the pain had indeed increased ten times, and the chakra was sealed. Even the turbid chakra could not be used. The conventional method could not be cracked at all. Damn it, do you have to...

Aibuzhan gritted his teeth and endured it secretly...

"Chi――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

I don’t know how long it took, Zabuzen slowly opened the pair of light yellow ghost eyes, staring directly at Itachi who was still stabbing a knife in his body and said coldly: “Is the Manelidao Sharingan? Unfortunately, you are not carrying enough. I am no longer going to play with you during this unfair game time…”

Itachi, who was standing in the middle, pulled out the ninja knife, brought up a wisp of blood, was slightly stunned, looked up at the cold ghost eyes, and a feeling of discomfort came to his heart.

"Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

The howling of the eardrums tear apart came from the shadow behind Zabuzhan, two drops of blood and tears fell from the pale yellow eyes, a ball of sticky liquid spit out from Zabuzhan's mouth, and a pale hand bound by metal chains stretched out from Zabuzhan's mouth.

"Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Countless sharp sounds sounded from the haze behind Ai Bushou, and a pale hand trembled out a finger, and a string of strange runes floated on the metal chains.

"Ding-------" The ghost behind him was not slashed with the gentle click of the finger, and a strange crack was broken, "Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Countless undead spirits ripped their own tearing from their broken throats, crossed the prison of the black shadow, and crawled towards the fresh flesh and blood...

The pus-flowing dead pupil slightly touched the chain on the ghost's hand, and a light of fear flashed slightly. They avoided the figure of Zabubuzhan, continued their roar, stretched out their broken limbs, and rushed towards Itachi's figure.

Itachi narrowed his eyes, and several people formed a formation and slashed it down with one knife. Several dead souls that were broken into two pieces were buried in an instant by their compatriots. Thousands of dead souls buried Itachi's figures in an instant, and fresh blood splashed out to satisfy the flesh and blood full of greed. Countless untie were squeezed out, stretching out their broken heads and roaring unwillingly.

Itachi's body was instantly dead, and the roaring Maneid Sharingan slightly condensed, the red world shattered, and the broken necromancer was buried between the depths of red and black.

Zabuzhan's slightly dissipated pupils condensed, and the pain came from the place where the body was once pierced by Itachi. No Zabuzhan couldn't help but tremble slightly, suppressing the pain from his body and even the soul.

Itachi was still standing coldly on the water, just the Sharingan covered by long hair, a wisp of blood flowed down the corner of the eyes that emitted Yueju, and outlined a strange beauty in that cold face.

Zaibuzhan gently supported his chest and praised without hesitation: "Perfect ninjutsu, no, perfect forbidden technique. Even if I accept the so-called seventy-two hours intact, I might not stand here..."

I just endured the destruction for more than ten hours, and the superimposed pain was already unbearable.

Itachi narrowed his left eye slightly and forced him to cut off the tsukiku. Although he still had some tricks, the damage to the Sharingan could not exert his strength at all. But even if he gave up the task, the other party would definitely not let him go. So, can he only use the technique that he had not mastered perfectly?

After slashing, I wiped the fine sweat beads floating on my forehead because I endured the pain, and said, "I have to say, Uchiha Itachi, you are qualified to record it in my uncle's ninja record. Haha, the youngest guy..."

After slashing, he quietly stretched out his left hand, his fingers swayed in front of his chest, and a slightly hoarse voice rang out on the empty sea: "The bleeding eyes are still showing unwillingness, and hesitating whether to release the ninjutsu with a price..."

A trace of cruelty flashed across the pale yellow pupils, and he said coldly: "Maybe you are still wondering, Hum, because you are not paying enough, hahahahahaha!!!"

The sea breeze blew over the crazy laughter that never slashed again. The hoarse laughter and distorted arrogance swept on the slightly rippling sea surface, for some reason outlined traces of sadness.

The swaying fingers closed one by one: "I gave up my family, gave up my closest friends, and even gave up myself, gaining the power of those eyes. I have to say that when I was at the same age as you, I was not even as strong as yours."

"Haha, Uchiha's genius, hum, excellence also has excellent troubles. With strength, you will be isolated. Because of the efforts you have made, you become arrogant and become arrogant because of the tightly 'genius'. Your abilities feel the insignificance of the family, so you abandon everything the family gives..."

Zabuzen continued his words and walked towards Uchiha Itachi step by step without any defense: "I think the real changes cannot be restricted by rules, premonition or imagination..."

"Hahaha, you're still struggling under this rule..."

The inexplicable chill made Itachi unable to move one step, and he could only watch silently as he did not kill him step by step.

Aibu Wuzhang gently stretched out his hand, sweeping away the broken hair between Itachi's forehead, revealing the eyes that were still flowing with blood. The yellow eyes looked at the slightly rotating windmill, and said lightly: "I don't know why, I don't want to kill you when I see your beautiful eyes. Haha, in fact, what I'm not good at is illusion, or only know a little bit. Sometimes, what I see in the illusion is actually more real..."

Itachi's eyes were slightly stunned, he raised his head, and slowly put the beheading sword on his right hand back without slashing it, continuing his footsteps that had not stopped.

The figure of Aibushin slowly passed by Itachi, walking without a trace of sound on the water, step by step towards the big ship that was slightly far away by the waves...

Itachi lowered his head slightly, and in a trance, it seemed as if he saw countless white figures slowly loosening the finger claws that bound his body, crawling towards the extended ghost shadow, turning around and looking back, the figure that was no longer slashing had already taken more than ten steps, and only the strange shadow stared at him with an inexplicable smile.

Itachi tightened the Fire Cloud Robe, which was slightly wet by the waves, and Leng Yi's mouth faintly exhaled: "Give up the mission..."

He slightly restrained his chin into the wide fire cloud robe, and Itachi raised his foot and walked towards the opposite place to Aibushu...
Chapter completed!