This Hokage is not bloody

Chapter 370

"Everyone listen to the order, plug your ears, close your eyes, praise the will of the wind, pull the back in front, and follow Yashamaru!" Grandma Chiyo roared loudly.

But anyone who can keep up with this team has a strong state of mind. Although they will not be able to take the initiative to break the illusion, they can still blindfold their eyes and plug their ears as Grandma Chiyo said, and recite in their mouths. will.

"Where the wind and sand fly, hope is endless. The wind and sand will sharpen our will and make the oasis bloom again..."

Yashamaru took a deep breath. At this time, he was the only one with five senses in the illusion. As long as he could break the illusion, he could lead everyone to escape.

In the passage in front of him were still piled up monsters made up of countless corpses, baring their teeth and roaring threateningly.

Yashamaru's eyes were firm, and he stepped into it, completely ignoring this group of terrifying monsters like ghosts, letting their claws and teeth fall on him, but they couldn't do any harm.

The sand hidden ninjas who closed their five senses behind them can fully feel that the monsters are around them, and their cold claws are sticking to their skin, but Chiyo-sama's order is still not allowed to open their eyes.

A long queue joined the crowd of monsters, as if the paint on the water surface was pushed aside, monsters rippled everywhere they passed.

Seeing the scene here, Yashamaru became more confident and walked faster: "The wall is also fake."

Yashamaru stretched out his finger, and the whole team was immersed in the wall, constantly searching and rescuing many distressed ninjas, and he wanted to take them out intact!
"The house is fake..."

"The tree is fake..."

"The well is also fake..."

"Samurai are fake too!"

Yashamaru looked at the whole row of ghost-faced black-armored warriors in front of him, and stood in front of him with a long knife like a sculpture, and poked a fat warrior's chest with his fingers.

However, the samurai did not respond and did not disappear, so Yashamaru poked hard again.

"Where are you going to poke it? Open your dog eyes wide and see who the uncle is, you are the fucking fake!" General Chrysanthemum Wen stretched out a hand as big as a cattail leaf fan, and slapped Yashamaru directly across the face.

"What...it's actually true?!" Yashamaru widened his eyes, staring blankly at the hundreds of black-armored warriors.

"Sure enough... this fantasy realm is not that simple, there are other killer moves..." Grandma Chiyo undid her blindfold, looked at the black armored warrior exuding a murderous aura, her face became more dignified.

"That's natural... Big brother's plan has always been impeccable!" General Ju Wen grinned, fearing illusions can make people mentally collapse, but they can't cause real physical damage. In the end, it's up to the warriors to reap their lives.

"There is actually someone who can move freely in such a depressing environment... What kind of village is this..." Grandma Chiyo murmured as she looked into the depths of the black mist.

"We oni warriors control all negative emotions, know no fear, know no pain, this kind of illusion will only make us stronger! Master Chiyo, let's capture without a fight! Big brother told us that we only kill half of the people. You and this kid are the ones you and this kid are designated by big brother to keep People." General Juwen said with a smile.

"Can I meet your leader?" Grandma Chiyo asked.

"Hey, big brother doesn't have time to talk to you right now, listen to the wonderful screams...he is controlling the illusion to kill your subordinates." General Ju Wen snarled, he only brought three hundred ghosts with him The samurai intercepted the awakened Sand Hidden Squad, and the rest entered the illusion to hunt down the divided ninjas.

"Hmph...don't think that a group of mere samurai can challenge us Sagan ninjas...you will never be able to match the power of ninjutsu." Grandma Chiyo said solemnly, and with a flick of the scroll in her hand, she summoned ten people from Chimatsu again.

The rest of the sand hermit ninjas finally rekindled their fighting spirit, picked up weapons, and faced these flesh and blood warriors, it was better than facing the endless group of monsters that couldn't be killed no matter how hard they tried.

"Samurai! The opportunity to prove our strength has finally come. To prove the strength of Oni Samurai, we will never lose to ninjas. To revive the glory! Kill!!!"

General Chrysanthemum put down his grimace mask, drew out his long knife, and led the ghost warriors who were eager for blood to prove their glory, rushing into the array of sand hidden ninjas.

"Hmph! Although the old lady is old, she is not going to be killed by a group of warriors..." Grandma Qiandai snorted coldly, and controlled ten people from Chimatsu to surround and kill General Juwen.

There was a heavy blow of "clang".

The ten puppets were all smashed by a white shadow and flew back. The white shadow's long clothes fluttered and landed lightly, like a jade girl from a picture scroll.

"Tamako... Shirakawa..." Grandma Qiandai opened her mouth slightly, falling into deep memories.

"Student Bai Chuan Yao and his wife, see Mr. Chiyo..." Bai Chuan Yao slowly walked out of the black mist, held the slender hand of his puppet wife, and changed his usual madness, tied his messy hair behind his ears, Still looks handsome.

"It's been so many years...I'm old...but you're still like this." Grandma Chiyo had a slight tear in her eyes, because it's easy to be emotional when you're old.

"Yes, teacher... You are old, you have imprisoned us and my wife for more than ten years, you should die... But before you die, can you answer the question I asked you..."

Bai Chuan's voice became more respectful:
"May I ask if my art... is perfect?"

"Puppet Wife... Every part is made of the highest quality materials in the ninja world. Even Monzaemon-sama's Kinmatsu ten people can't match..." Chiyo said slowly with a sad face.

Bai Chuan's slightly bent head gradually revealed a smile.

"But!" Granny Qiandai's voice suddenly became severe: "A puppet is a puppet! It will be our siblings and protect our homeland, but it will never be as good as our more emotional relatives! If it is just a puppet, you have to Kill your loved ones, the puppets made in this way are just a pile of scrap metal!"

"Hahahahaha!!!" Bai Chuanmiao laughed like crazy: "Dear... I don't need relatives! You taught me since I was a child that puppets should be loved like relatives, so... my wife is my relatives!!!"

Bai Chuanyu roared angrily and waved his hand, throwing the puppet wife into the crowd of ten people in Jinsong. The moon-white swords popped out from his sleeves, and he danced gracefully. The cold sword light was like the cold last quarter moon.

"Break it! You ugly puppets, hahahaha~"

"Destroy it! Rotten wood with no sense of art, hahahahaha~"

Bai Chuan laughed wildly, and danced gracefully like a pair of jade hands hitting the keys of a piano.

"Yuzi...it's because I didn't teach my disciples well...I will definitely help you get back your appearance...even if it costs my life!!!"

Grandma Chiyo also drew up the Chakra thread, and controlled ten puppets to fight against her first disciple.

(End of this chapter)