The dissipated fog gathered silently in the sky, and the bright sky secretly pulled the curtain...

Gently crushing the broken bell under your feet, the white fireworks ignited the traces of their bodies, and broken bodies tore the flames

The space that was burning with fire was squeezed out without any concern for his body.

The rebels standing behind Zaibuzhan couldn't help but take a few steps back, looking at Zaibuzhan in front of him with a slightly strange look. Jing Teng opened his mouth and asked in a trembling voice: "Let's go, Lord Zaibuzhan..."

Zabuzhan slowly looked up at the peak of Wu Ninjan not far away, and a shallow smile cracked at the corner of his lips, and asked softly with satisfaction: "Now you probably understand, Jing Teng? Rules are just the power to restrain mortals. When human strength exceeds that level of boundary, it will become the so-called 'God'. For God, a thousand-year battle, cruel massacre, gentle alms, everything is not caring about..."

I probably understood that I only said it from the 'head of the family' whom I had been serving, a kind of cold and unspeakable body of Dongketsu Teng. Zabuzhan slowly lowered his head and said to himself: "Hehe, ninjas cannot get rid of that kind of fate. The words they said at that time were just because of this body that was still a 'person' that was incapable..."

Zabuzhan felt a familiar breath among the crowd in the fog ninja surrounding him. He smiled sarcastically on the corner of his mouth, bowed slightly, and touched Jing Teng's ears. The gentle words came out from the corner of his mouth: "Finally, I'll tell you an interesting news, it seems that Ale who has put 'we' in trouble is dead..."

Zabuzhan slowly stood up straight, looking around at the Mizunashi who could not see the beginning and end. The dark clouds gathered above Mizunashi Village provided the best place for him. Dozens of dead ninjas or samurai surrounded Zabuzhan's body, and the chains of Dark Tooth Huangquanjin suppressed the bloodthirsty urge of the undead...

Ai Buzhen probably felt the feeling of Orochimaru's closer to the truth, the more empty it becomes. It would be interesting if it would move, and it would be boring if it would move. If it would move or not depends on oneself, it would be boring if it would move...

The chains relaxed the next moment, and a suppressed roar roared out of the decaying corpse. The undead of less than a hundred people rushed into the group of ninjas dozens of times their own without hesitation...

A leader of the 'rebel ninja' family walked out of the ninja group silently and asked Zaibuzhan: "Another, Lord Aibuzhan..."

Aibuzhan turned around silently, his indifferent ghost eyes looked straight into the eyes of the Wu Ninjan and asked lightly: "What's the matter?"

The 'Rebellion' gritted his teeth and asked, "Sir, are we attacking too?" Zaibuzhan smiled slightly and said lightly, "Don't lose your reputation in the blood mist..."

The leader waved his hand, and dozens of people followed him into the Wu Ninjan, whose formation was slightly disrupted by the undead. The tranced rebellious ninjan reacted and followed his patriarch or leader to Wu Ninjan. Only Zai Buzhan and Jing Tengshuli were left silently stretched...

"Puff——" The ninja knife slashed the chest of the undead, making a dull sound, just like a wooden stick hitting the rubber, only slightly cutting a layer of rotten skin.

"Roar~~~~" The undead, exposed his chest, didn't care about slashing the horny tools on his body, and grabbed the flesh in front of him tightly. "Puchi——" The sound of broken teeth squeezing into the flesh was particularly clear in the ears of the owner of the flesh. "Uh~~~~ Ah~~~" The mist that was torn off a large piece of flesh and blood from his neck gritted his teeth to stop his roar, paused his feet, and his shoulders held back the undead with infinite brute force, silently pulled open the detonation talisman in his chest and rushed towards the group of corpses.

"Boom~~~~!!!"

The smoke dissipates...

The undead shook his body and rushed towards the ninja group again. Except for a few cracks that were blown out of dark clouds and gradually burning in the sun, the other undead continued to pounce on their lunch indifferently...

No longer, I rubbed my temples with a slight pain. If it was night, I wouldn't have to spend so much Chakra maintaining the shadow land. Looking at the dead spirit burning out in the sun, I couldn't help but sarcasm arise on the corner of my mouth. Even if it was God, if he was playing with life and death, would it cost to pay? Hum...

Kyuubu stabbed into the dark skin like a bride. He could not penetrate deeper than an inch. Whether it was a slashing knife or a ninja knife, he could only leave a few marks on the rotten body with bare muscle fibers. As the ninjas above the warriors and Onmyoji were besieging dozens of undead spirits, he felt like a militia was helpless as if he was a militia siege to siege the ninja.

The greedy undead tear the body that was caught by him, letting the kunai knife penetrate his body, fresh blood and pieces of flesh flowed along the missing body...

"Die~~~~!!!"

Seeing his teammates being torn off half of their cheeks, no matter how they attacked, they could only carve dry scars on the body of the dead body in front of them. Kuwu stabbed into the pus-flowing eyes, "Roar~~~" The undead covered with samurai armor roared and pulled out the ribs from his waist and stabbed into the ninja's chest in front of him...

The undead with kuna in his eyes pulled out his ribs, bit off a piece of limb and continued to go deeper into the ninja group. The ninja, who had shouted angrily, pulled out his body, and his bright pupils slowly spread...

The dead body, the turtle and the turtle, the bloody red blood covers the rotten body. The proud ninja costume is stained by the bloodline of the same village, and the dead body entangled by ninjutsu and resentment is torn apart by the resentful ninja group. The ninja body trained through hardships wails under the unkempt teeth.

The black finger claws were tightly clenched into the ninja outfit, and the built-in wire could not stop it at all. The rotten mouth was twitching the flesh and blood that could reach, and the food that blocked its own path was hammered out randomly.

The blunt blade cut into the old armor dullly, and the rusty armor shattered, but only marked the dead body like a broken leather. The blade of the short knife squeezed into the exposed muscles and bones, pulled it out with great effort, ignoring the dead claws that stabbed into his chest. Life gradually disappeared with the flying dead limbs of the dead soul, and the smile at the corner of the mouth was buried by the soles of the comrades' feet...

"Tick...Tick..." The haze deposited in the sky couldn't help crying. The once transparent color was a little red. The corpse was messy in the center of the Fog Ninja Village. The blood was not clear. Whether the rain was flowing on the faces of the survivors. The pale limbs floated in the water piled up by the corpse. The internal organs that occasionally gushed out "gurgling" sounds in the blood emitting a fishy smell far less than the blood...

Jing Teng, standing in the rain, silently looked at everything in front of him, haha, if there was a hell, wouldn’t this be the case?

Jing Teng slowly looked up at the side of him who was also soaked by the rain, and his sarcastic smile spread to the corner of his mouth. The sinner who opened the Rashomon was himself...

Nearly a hundred undead and nearly a thousand rebels fell down in front of them one by one, either roaring, shouting the names deep in memory, or shouting "Master Ai Buzhan" with a luxury. The smile at the corner of his mouth seemed to have solidified without any change. The last few rebels guarding Zai Buzhan and Jing Teng fell in the rain. The less empty because of the corpses, the only dark clouds and the sobs of the dying people were left in the center of the village...

Zaibuzhan smiled and looked around at the fog ninja surrounding him. His eyes under his forehead were full of anger and murderous intent, and he said indifferently: "Ale, are you still unwilling to come out? Or is it that Lord Mizuki, the Five Dynasties, wants to kill me, the rebellious person?"

"Ba...ba...ba..."

The crisp applause was not very clear in the rain and fog. The fog ninja group slowly cracked open, and dozens of fog ninja hunting troops were silently displayed in front. Ale quietly walked out of the three fog ninjas with straw hats and said with a smile: "Is it worthy of not killing the Lord again, did you know from the beginning?"

Zabuzhan gently stroked his hair that was soaked by the rain, and said indifferently: "How is it possible? It's just that your soul will inevitably be known to me if it appears in the ninja group. Haha, kill the woman next to you and allow you to be loyal to me again. How about it, Ah Le?"

The ninja with a slutty eye on his back scolded, "Hmph! You are already at the end of your journey, and you won't kill you again!!!"

"Swoosh——" "Puff!!!" The fishy red ginseng mixed with this white splashed out...

"Swaying~~~Ordinary..."

Zabuzhen slowly took back the left hand that threw out Kousi, allowing the man who didn't know his name to fall down in the rain to make a dull sound...

"Um..." The words in his mouth and saliva were swallowed into his throat. Ale couldn't help but burst into a cold sweat. He didn't see the action of not slashing again. Moreover, he was surrounded by so many mist ninjas, in full view of everyone, a kunai took the life of a ninja who was no less than his strength...

The tall woman slowly took off her hat and showed a beautiful face. She slowly exclaimed in a gentle voice: "No matter how powerful a person is, no matter how powerful a person is, he cannot surpass a ninja village. Although there are many faults in the policy of the third and fourth generations of purpose, the contribution you have made to the Mizuna in the ninja world is undeniable. Even now, the assassination technique of the hunting troops is still based on the tasks you have completed as a teaching guide..."

"If I surrender here, the Mushin Village is willing to let go of the past, right?" Zabuzen interrupted Shoumi Mimi's words and sneered sarcastically: "Hmph, this time I came to Mushin just to play a simple game. Also, see if this village still needs to exist. I didn't expect that Ale would be particularly satisfied with me..."

Zabuzhan slowly turned around and said softly: "They won't kill you, Jing Teng, now... this game ends here?"

"Ka...Kala..." The figure of Absin slowly shattered, splashing into shadow fragments and falling into mud...

"No more killing!!! Ahhhh~~~~~~~!!! No more killing!!!!"
Chapter completed!