I use reincarnation eyes to wreak havoc on the ninja world

In the damp and dark underground cave, the gloomy old man leaned quietly on the stone seat in the center. Beside him, the aloe-faced white monster respectfully handed over several flesh-yellow cannulas.

"Na na na, Madara-sama, Black Zetsuki has succeeded! Our plan is about to begin."

"Ah - I'm so happy. I haven't seen a living person in a long time."

The voice was high-pitched and feminine, the aloe-faced monster danced and jumped, and the cannula on its shoulder squirmed and struggled like a living thing.

The old man named Madara didn't look back. He narrowed his eyes slightly and tightened the sickle in his hand.

The cave became quiet for an instant.

The atmosphere was dull, and the pressure of the abyss slowly spread outward from the purple pupils, and the jumpy Aloe face quickly calmed down.

The muscles on its face were wrinkled into a chrysanthemum shape. It lowered its head and glanced at the old man from time to time, its lips ready to move with desire.Fortunately, before committing suicide next time, Madara looked ahead and spoke.

"came back."

As he finished speaking, in front of the stone wall at the end of his sight, a little dark black liquid seeped out and slowly condensed into a black figure.

Thick, rich, no nose or ears, shaped like mud.His shoulders seemed to be carrying some kind of heavy object. With the extraordinary vision of his purple pupils, Madara could easily penetrate the darkness and see everything at a glance.

A very ordinary kid, with purple hair, a sallow complexion, and a skinny look that seemed to have been severely injured, with a frighteningly pale complexion.

Despite this, he can also be keenly aware of the powerful vitality contained in the other party's body.

"Humph, the Uzumaki clan? The bloodline is not bad, but it is far worse than Hashirama at the same time."

With a mouthful of disgust, Madara's eyes never left the purple-haired kid, and the corners of his mouth gradually curved into a penetrating arc.

Have the qualifications to become a tool person.

The life force talent of a tailed beast is almost comparable to that of a jounin at such an age, and is considered rare among the Uzumaki clan.Only by reaching this level can one carry the power of the Eye of God.

Hei Jue, this guy, finally did something good.

After decades of searching for a carrier, I finally got what I wanted.Today may be the first step for Eye of the Moon.

Thinking of this, Madara slowly turned around, his face turning cold again.

He rolled up his waist-length gray-white hair, exposing the back of his neck, nodded to the aloe face next to him, and said seriously.

"let's start."

"Yes!" He said respectfully with an aloe face, and walked behind the other party in small steps. Just as he was about to penetrate, he ran into trouble again.

There were four hoses in his hand, each as big as a fist. After struggling for a moment, he said worriedly.

"Madara-sama, is this the first time I'm fucking someone else? If it hurts, just scream."

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Then...can I come in?"

puff-

Several hoses suddenly inserted into the neck and quickly took root in the bone marrow.Madara only felt a sharp pain, the intensity of which was like a thousand arrows piercing his heart. Only a man who had experienced battles for a long time could remain calm, but his cheeks became strangely flushed.

It wasn't because of the pain, Madara was already used to the pain, but mainly because of the sudden doubling of his vitality.

The thick, ugly, flesh-yellow hose kept squirming.A huge amount of life force was injected into the body, but Madara's back gradually became rickety, and his hair was stained with white frost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In contrast, are its increasingly bright purple pupils.

Chakra is gathering and life force is roaring.

The slanting fireworks swayed gently, and the turbulent flow of chakra caused the rock wall to tremble.Feeling the rapid withering of his body, Madara's expression became more and more crazy, and finally he laughed wildly.

"Pfft hahaha!!!"

The Samsara Eye shines brightly, and at this moment, Madara in the center of the deep storm looks like a god.His thoughts traveled through time, and he saw the separation between life and death, and the betrayal of close friends.

In that devastating war, he won time, but lost everything.

Looking at the green potted plants next to the stone seat, for the first time, complex emotions appeared in Madara's heart.

The promise they made together at the beginning, in the end, he was the only one left.

"Hashirama, you will eventually understand me."

……

"Hei Zetsu-chan, listen to me, Madara-sama is so powerful. Four tubes as thick as a fist can be inserted right to the end!"

"Na na na, do you know who Hashirama is? Madara-sama always says her name when he falls asleep."

"A Fei, it's a miracle that you can survive until now..."

Ling Bai was woken up by a burst of noise.

My head... hurts so much that it's about to explode.

His limbs felt like lead, his eyelids were as heavy as a tank, and he couldn't even move a finger.The only consciousness was the indistinct sounds of conversation in his ears.

It's intermittent and can't be heard clearly.

This embarrassment lasted for a long time until he reluctantly opened his eyes.

What comes into view is a stone rock wall, which is smooth and smooth, as if it is some kind of closed space.The surrounding lighting is very poor, and the eyes have some astigmatism, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Ouch! Black Zetsu-chan, he's awake, so happy!"

"Shut up, Fei. Master Madara is recharging his eyes. Do you want to die?"

"Hei Zetsu-chan, are you caring about me? I'm so happy!"

In his field of vision, two figures, one black and one white, were whispering around him.

Fuzzy, ugly, without facial features, and speaking incomprehensible bird language, which made Ling Bai a little panicked.

The dark underground space, the incomprehensible ghost language, and the two impermanences, one black and one white.

Isn't the scene in front of me the legendary hell?

His heart trembled, and Ling Bai tried his best to recall the memories in his mind, becoming more and more anxious.

He had heard that dead people would have their memories erased.

Could it be that he is really dead?

As brain activity intensifies, unfamiliar pictures emerge suddenly, wildly provoking the hippocampus.

Mixed, fragmented, and clueless...

After spending a long time, he managed to sort it out clearly.

"Hey! Did I travel through time?!"

Speaking fluent Sichuan dialect, Ling Bai's expression changed dramatically under the confused eyes of two monsters, one black and one white.

Searching through the few extra years of memories in his mind, he had probably determined the fact of time travel.

You can't go wrong...

This is a world dominated by chakra and belonging to ninjas.

In human terms, Naruto!

Chakra, war, ninja, daimyo, hunger...

The familiar words in his memory challenged his level of cognition.As a science student, his belief in Newton and science was severely shaken.

This time travel... also involves inter-dimensionality?

Thinking that he had become a paper man, Ling Bai felt annoyed for a while, but soon he cheered up again and was even a little excited.

Although he is not a Shura Dragon King, he is a man who has read the manga and 720 episodes of Naruto.I have browsed countless fan fictions, and I haven’t even left a copy behind.Knowing the various routines and branches, wouldn't it be Liu Xiu who is living here?

Don't panic, he has a huge advantage.

Feeling a little relieved, Ling Bai felt heroic in his heart.

As long as Tianbeng doesn't start the game, he can become a dog-headed strategist and gain the title of a great prophet, not to mention sweeping the ninja world!

Thinking of this, Ling Bai opened his eyes slightly, and in his peripheral vision came the increasingly clear Aloe face and the mud-like black face.

"This... this, this, this! Black... Black and White Zetsu?"

I am broken and can start my life again.