Konoha: I am the Slug Daisen

Chapter 457 Hanging on a Tree
I always felt that I was in control of the situation, that I was the darling of the evil god, and even fell into the mist of the dream of eternal life!This mask can't be thrown away, he still needs this thing to control these living dead—is it really worth pursuing to be a long-lived man with only living dead as his subordinates?
"Stop him!"

With a cry of mist, everyone gave up the opponent in front of them and attacked Zhujian.But it's completely useless.Countless branches popped up from the ground and instantly controlled the audience.

A twig Shi Shiran pulled off the mask on Fog's face.The undead writhing and struggling trying to use ninjutsu stopped suddenly.A death mask without energy supply is just an ordinary mask.The souls flew out of the corpses continuously, and the strength of their souls could not reach the level of rebirth from the body.And the human world is not a place where these souls can stay for a long time.The time with different passing speeds in the two spaces is the poison that erodes these souls.

They regained consciousness, but they looked like people who had been doused in boiling water.There were screams one after another.

Lu Yi was shocked by the tragedy.But as a qualified immortal, shouldn't he help them?

Lu Yi's soul flew out of the slug's body.The white light emanating from the human-shaped soul in a white robe warmly attracted these souls that should not have stayed here.

The souls instinctively floated towards a safe place, bathed in this strange light... Although Lu Yi didn't know why his soul had such an effect.It can only be said that he is a person who constantly breaks the rules.

"Where is this? I remember that I was dead."

"Is this the pure land?"

The souls were chattering and talking, wanting to clear up this god-like Lu Yi, but unfortunately Lu Yi himself was also puzzled, so what could he say?

After Lu Yi stabilized these souls, the black vortex appeared again. It seems that the God of Death does not want to give up these souls no matter what...

Lu Yi's soul can naturally resist the gravitational force of the vortex, but Lu Yi finds that the power from the vortex will weaken the power of faith in Lu Yi.So Lu Yi quickly returned to his body to let these souls who didn't know what to do with them return to the pure land.

It's just that there is no pure land...

The souls were also unwilling, and wanted to stay here, but after all, they were not Lu Yi, and even if they didn't want to, they couldn't get rid of the gravity of the black vortex, and they were all taken away.

And the corpses occupied by these souls turned into flying ash at a speed visible to the naked eye, weathered as if they had been baptized by a hundred years of wind and rain...

Now it's really clean.

A huge city hidden in fog.Only Wu was hung on the tree by the pillars.The tree between the pillars sucked all his chakra, leaving only a little to keep him alive.Because Zhujian still has to "interrogate", he will be taken away by the god of death when he dies, which is not easy to handle.

Hashirama casts an illusion on Mist, standing under a tree and reading Mist's life.I plan to find the location of the evil god and get rid of him!

It's a pity that all of Wu's memories about the evil god turned out to be voices, without his image or location at all.However, the fact that the evil god controlled Ri Xianghui to bring down the moon was also stored in Wukong's mind, and this time it was also read by Hashirama.

"He is not worthy to be a god!" Zhu Jian said to Lu Yi.And showed Lu Yi a short movie of what he had done.

After reading it, Lu Yi came to a conclusion: Sure enough, the source is still him.The Cthulhu's growing stronger and bigger has absolutely something to do with this butterfly.But now the matter has been resolved.

And there is absolutely no need for this evil god religion that works for evil gods to exist.God is fine as long as he is on top.Why do you want to meddle in human affairs, this makes Lu Yi very puzzled...

Misty, who had been expecting the evil god to grant him eternal life, had not lost confidence. He felt that as long as the evil god made a move, Senshou Hashirama would definitely be caught without a fight. Misty, who regained consciousness, threatened Hashirama and said, "Master evil god will not let you go. You will die sooner or later." , Lord Heretic God is eternal..."

"It's all like this, don't you regret it? But what he said makes sense. So let's kill him first..." Lu Yi thought that this mist who couldn't run away and tried to speak harsh words was very interesting.He is hateful and pitiful, if he doesn't have unrealistic desires, how can he be used by evil gods to provoke Zhu Jian?
You always have to pay back when you come out.

Hashirama thought of his "wish" for immortality.

"I won't let you die so easily!" Hashirama said.

Although Hashirama has no habit of mistreating enemies.Usually a one-shot kill.But this fog hangs on it.Doesn't he like eternal life?Let him feel the power of Yuedu on this tree.Try the sorrow of the Uzumaki clan who was wiped out by him, and experience the lives of those who were hurt by him...

This is not the infinite monthly reading of the gentle Madara, where dreams can come true, this is the hell Hashirama created for him...

"Okay, let him dream in it!" Zhu Jian said to Lu.

Lu Yi looked at the mist that had turned into a cocoon, and could only let the mist ask for more blessings.After his life and chakra are exhausted, he will probably become a white monster who obeys the orders of the pillars, and even his soul can't escape...

After finishing all this, Hashirama reached out and took the death mask.

"How about it, have you analyzed the identity of the evil god?" Lu Yi asked.Now only the Grim Reaper is a confidant.

"No, I have no clue, but the evil god also needs a lot of souls, and it looks a bit like the god of death." Hashirama was not good at analysis, he only relied on inspiration.

"Like? The God of Death didn't create a God of Death, they are different."

Lu Yi never doubted the Grim Reaper at all, he felt that the Grim Reaper was a delicate and soft little creature who could be controlled by anyone and made him spit out his soul.

"Hashirama, what should we do next. The Hidden Fog City is abolished. What about the civilians in the Land of Water who are not protected by ninjas?" People without long-term considerations must have near-term worries, and they can't shirk away from this mess.

"This. How about I release the water shadow in my space and see if he has any good suggestions." Hashirama thought that there were still a group of people in his space, so he could use it.

"This... is okay. But I'm afraid it will be a bit of a blow to him. His relatives and friends probably died at your hands. What if he commits suicide in anger?" Lu said.

"No way, he didn't seem to think it was wrong when he wiped out the Uzumaki clan!" Hashirama didn't think that a ninja's heart would be so fragile if he could live to Bailian's age.

Hashirama looked at the death mask in his hand, like a toy sold at a New Year's festival, and put the mask on his face casually.

"Wait, you can't wear this mask indiscriminately..." Lu Yi spoke too late, and the mask was already on Zhu Jian's face.

(End of this chapter)