Naruto sage comes to the world

Chapter 239 Immortals
The explosives collected by the ghost-faced black-robed man spent half his life were detonated all at once.

A huge mushroom cloud rises high, and the mud rain formed by mud, broken soil, and plant remains seems to never stop.

Not to mention humans, even steel will be melted into molten iron at the center of this explosion.

However, it is unbelievable that right at the very center of the explosion, a cyan figure walked leisurely in the mud and rain.

The figure is not tall, and looks no different from ordinary people.

But the majesty exuding from him is like a giant standing upright.

Even Mu Yu seemed to be intimidated by his aura, avoiding his body far away.

The cyan figure walked very slowly, walking towards Iga Nakasaku and the grimacing black-robed man step by step.

There was a sound of glass shattering suddenly on his body, and a transparent mask shattered, turning into dots of light and scattering in the swamp.

The face of the blue figure gradually became clear in the eyes of the two.

The figure looked very young, about 30 or [-] years old, with a pair of bottomless black eyes emitting a sharp light.

The corners of the thin lips were slightly raised with a sinister taste.

Although he looked a bit embarrassed, the aura of immortality on his body did not weaken at all.

"I am a majestic immortal, and you two next-generation people destroyed the passage under my nose and smashed a magic weapon of mine... For me, Hua Qing, it is really a great shame... "

As soon as the words fell, a young man who claimed to be Daoming Daoist, who was still hundreds of meters away, had appeared in front of the grimacing man in black robe.

His right hand protruded like a poisonous snake, and pierced into the body of the man in the black robe with a grimace, exactly where the heart was.

It seemed that the grimacing man in black robe became his first target because of the explosion.

. . . . . . . .

Yao Yuan walked out of the dark and silent underground cave alone.

The entrance of the cave was bleak, and there were trees and ground destroyed by Urenin's depressed mood everywhere.

In the sky, a blood moon hangs high, looking very dazzling.

He stared up at the shadow above the full moon, recalling the figure he saw on the moon not long ago, his heart couldn't help but stir.

Impulse finally defeated reason, and he risked his body to collapse and opened Sharingan again.

The black kaleidoscope of the seven-pointed star shone deeply in a pair of blood-colored pupils.

He held his breath and looked in the direction of the shadow again.

After a moment, he was disappointed.

As far as the eye can see, it is empty, and there are no living creatures, let alone human beings.

"Could it be that my eyes were dazzled last time..."

Yao Yuan shook his head in doubt, his eyes returned to black and white.

"Go back to Mount Miaomu first, and then ask Immortal Fukasaku to send me to the Land of Wind. Although it is a bit troublesome, it is several times faster than going by myself..."

He was talking to himself, and dropped his hand on the ground.

"Psychic art..."

The black runes spread out in all directions centered on his palm.

"Alas..."

Yao Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then stayed where he was.

In his consciousness, of the originally clear four channels, only one has never been used.

He has used all three psychic passages of the Snake Clan, Toad, and Yatagaraja. At this time, all three passages are closed, and there is no response to his psychic skills.

In the only remaining channel, the smell of blood and chaos surged along the channel like a tide, filling his mind in an instant.

"Damn, something must have happened..."

He hastily withdrew his hands, trying to cut off the connection with the space channel.

In the space channel, there was a sudden burst of strong suction.

"Do not..."

Yao Yuan roared angrily, but it was too late.

His body turned into a puff of white smoke and disappeared from the exit of the cave.

. . . . . . . .

"careful..."

Yi Hezhong let out a roar, his body leaped out like a big bird, and punched Master Hua Qing's back.

Anger was written all over his face, and raised veins covered his entire face.

And the black eyeballs in his pupils disappeared soundlessly, leaving only a piece of white.

Master Hua Qing's speed has far exceeded his cognition.

Even among ninjutsu, the fastest space ninjutsu - "Flying Thunder God Jutsu", needs to be activated by spells.

And the real Hua Qing in front of him almost ignored the movement of the distance, which had never appeared in the history of Ninja Continent.

"what..."

Master Huaqing let out a small cry of surprise.

His right hand passed through the body of the ghost-faced black-robed man without hindrance.

Unexpected screams.

He wanted to vent his anger by pinching the heart of the next person in front of him, but the grimacing black-robed man's body turned into a phantom like an illusion.

Behind him, Yihe Zhongzuo's fist landed heavily on his back.

Master Huaqing stood firmly on the spot.

This blow, enough to shatter the boulder, only caused a ripple on his soapy blue robe.

He flicked his sleeves lightly, as if trying to drive away an annoying fly.

"puff..."

A mouthful of blood spewed out from Iga Chusaku's mouth, like a kite with a broken thread, flying away at a speed several times faster than when it came.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the ghost-faced black-robed man retreated quickly, slightly opening the distance between him and Hua Qing.

His blood-red eyes were already full of fear.

As a friend and rival for many years, he is well aware of Iga Chusaku's strength.

The young man in front of him just hit him lightly, and Iga Chusaku was blown away.

His eyes suddenly turned blood red,
"Susano..."

He knew in his heart that it was the moment of life and death, and he didn't dare to hold back any more.

A black giant covered in heavy armor appeared in front of Master Hua Qing, and two transparent lightsabers that were several feet long were blooming in rainbow colors under the blood-colored sky.

As if echoing the grimacing man in black robe, there was an angry shout from a distance at the same time,

"Stone Puppet Art."

Three huge stones appeared from the sky and smashed heavily into the mud of the swamp.

The ground began to shake violently.

Three stone puppets, which were about the same size as the black giant, charged towards Huaqing real person at a speed that was not commensurate with their size.

"It seems that this old thing is starting to work hard..."

The lightsaber in the black giant's hand swung fiercely, like a pair of huge scissors, trying to smash everything in front of him.

In the next second, his blood-colored pupils shrank suddenly.

Under his gaze, Master Hua Qing jumped lightly, dodging the blow he was bound to receive.

What shocked him, however, was not the miss.

but because. . .

The real Hua Qing in front of him just remained motionless, quietly floating in mid-air, looking at the black giant's eyes full of disdain.

(End of this chapter)