Start with the Mangekyō and leave Konoha with Madara.

Angkor Fortress, outdoor equipment on the top floor of the main building.

After defeating the leader of the Sky Ninja Village, Beiluhu gently wiped the blood off the blade of the sword with a cold look in his eyes.

His voice was lukewarm: "Originally, we were just trying to steal some things. If we stayed still, no one would get hurt. But you kept complaining and wanted to die, so I had no choice but to oblige you."

He snorted coldly, turned his head to look at the elevator at the end of the corridor, swung his arm violently, and the black knife flew out of his hand.

"call--"

The black knife spun, dragging a dragon-like afterimage, and broke straight into the elevator door, accurately cutting off the lift lock.

With a loud bang, the elevator lost traction and fell to the ground, and the entire main building shook.

"Now, no fools will come and die."

Beiliuhu clapped his hands and turned around with satisfaction, only to find that his two companions were staring at him with such strange looks, as if they were looking at a fool.

"What are you doing?" Orochimaru couldn't help but asked first.

"Destroy the lifting device, so that no one will rush in to disturb us. It's really annoying to see them come in batches after batches." Beiliuhu said as a matter of course.

Nian's head was filled with black lines, and he sighed, "Have you ever thought that these air ninjas... can actually fly?"

"Ah..." Beiliuhu clapped his hands on his head, looking shocked.

"Also..." Orochimaru's voice was neither sad nor happy, "This is the top floor. You destroyed the elevator. How are we supposed to get down?"

Bei Liuhu blinked and immediately picked up a mechanical wheel wing from the ground, "Don't we have this thing?"

"Yeah, you're really smart. I almost want to praise you." Orochimaru said coldly, "So, tell me, how do you use this damn flying ninja tool?"

"I do not know."

"Ah..." Nian sighed again, his Sharingan lit up slightly, and the technician with glasses shook his body and stood up like a zombie.

"Use the simplest method to tell us how to use this flying ninja tool..."

After a while.

“Ohhhhhhhhh!!!”

With a loud bang, a big hole appeared in the wall of the top building, and then three figures flew out crookedly.

They were all equipped with mechanical flying wings, with thick white air waves dragging behind their tails. Although they were rushing all the way, it was roughly apparent that their goal was to fly away from the Angkor Fortress.

Under the moonlight, they looked like three drunken bees, staggering from side to side.

"Bi Liu Hu! I really owe you in my last life!"

"Orochimaru, if you have the energy to scold me, you might as well control your flying wings and catch up with me first! Hahahaha!"

"This flying ninja tool is not as easy to control as it looks. If it is only this good, it will be a living target when facing the Third Kazekage, right?"

"Don't worry! I have already calculated the time of this year's golden ring solar eclipse. We still have three months left, which is enough time to practice using these mechanical flying wings like an arm!"

"Look ahead, Biluohu, you're about to crash!"

Outside the equipment room, there was deathly silence.

Suddenly, Shennong's upper body moved his fingers, and after a few seconds, his entire upper body began to tremble slightly.

Then, as the vibration became stronger and stronger, the heart began to beat powerfully, and the body that had been completely cold began to gradually warm up. At the same time, bloody granulation tissue emerged from the wounds on both halves of the body, baring its fangs and claws, and gushing out.

The scene was quite strange. The flesh buds at both ends of the body seemed to have consciousness and kept sticking out of the body, like countless tiny tentacles, trying to intertwine and connect, and finally slowly merge to reconnect the upper and lower bodies.

The flesh and blood healed, the bones connected, the cells rapidly divided, and heat began to emit from Shennong's wounds. About three to five minutes later, a brand new "Shennong" stood up.

He was breathing heavily, his face was pale, and there was a long bloody scar across his waist and abdomen, deep enough to see the bone.

He held onto the wall and staggered step by step until he reached the end of the corridor, where a large hole had been blasted in the wall. The fresh and cold air poured in, slightly perking him up.

He raised his head and looked into the distant night sky, a deep fear flashed in his eyes. Three increasingly smaller black shadows gradually disappeared from his sight.

"Could it be... that they are from Konoha?"

He slowly clenched his fists, and the hideous wound on his waist and abdomen was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Damned Konoha Village, I will remember this vengeance. I, Shennong...will never let you go!"

……

At noon, in Uzushiogakure Village, at a training ground on the shore.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The young man stood firmly in a horse stance, wearing a shirtless training suit, and punched the wooden stake again and again, sweating profusely.

He had a delicate face, with long dark red hair slightly disheveled, and the hair at his temples a little messy, sticking to his fair face with sweat. At the moment, his expression was focused, and even though the peaks of his fists were already stained with blood, he was completely unaware.

The breeze blew gently, rustling the palm leaves.

The young man was still concentrating on his training, and even failed to notice the appearance of a black figure in the venue.

"Exercising muscles and practicing physical skills, this kind of boring pounding can indeed make people stronger little by little, but it is not suitable for you."

Suddenly a clear voice came from behind him. The boy was startled and turned back in a hurry.

He was a handsome man with a tall figure, loose black hair, and unparalleled handsomeness. His clear eyes were like a clear pond. At this moment, he had his hands behind his back, just looking at her quietly with a smile in his eyes.

"Since you have the bloodline of the Uzumaki clan, then don't waste such a good talent. Studying the sealing technique is the right way." The man said softly, "Nagato."

"My benefactor! It's you, Senior Shenyu!" Nagato's eyes suddenly widened, somewhat incredulous.

Shen Yu smiled calmly and asked pointedly, "Nagato, how old are you this year?"

"My benefactor, I am 7 years old this year." He pursed his lips, as if he felt that his answer was too stiff, and added: "It has been 5 years since I returned to the Uzumaki clan."

"Seven years old..." Shen Yu's eyes wandered, and the clear blue sky was reflected in his warm pupils. "Come to think of it, when I was your age, I could already fight with Ying..."

"This is what you should do, benefactor." Nagato nodded as a matter of course, not feeling surprised at all.

Ever since he witnessed Kamiya's completed form of Susanoo with his own eyes, Nagato has had a clear understanding of the ceiling of the combat power in the ninja world. That majestic figure, like a war god descending to the earth, directly shocked his young heart. The rainy night five years ago is still vivid in his mind.

Shen Yu looked at him, his inky black eyes flickering with light, "I am just benefiting from my own bloodline. This is a shortcut to becoming stronger quickly. Fortunately, you also have this shortcut."

"Shortcut..." Nagato repeated dully.

"Tell me, Nagato," Kanyu smiled slightly, his black hair dancing in the wind, "Why do you want to become stronger?"