Naruto hodgepodge

Scorpion stared at the solid barrier of iron sand in front of him, and the reincarnated Third Kazekage skillfully adjusted the trajectory of the iron sand rain, pouring down from the sky, lurking danger. Scorpion keenly captured this change, retreated violently, and narrowly avoided this fatal blow.

Orochimaru raised a playful smile and said leisurely: "If sand seeps into the puppet, I'm afraid it won't even be able to move." Upon hearing this, Scorpion's eyes flashed with disdain, and he responded coldly: "You don't need to explain the secrets of the puppet."

Before he finished speaking, Scorpion had already controlled the puppet Third Kazekage to transform into a spiral storm, and rushed towards the Third Kazekage of the Impure World Reincarnation. Using his amazing speed and flexibility, he performed the Sand Iron Hands, and a series of intensive and swift attacks blasted his opponent into pieces, with fragments flying all over the sky.

Scorpion looked at this scene with a smug look on his face. He turned his gaze to Orochimaru and said proudly: "My puppet contains countless mechanisms and methods that you can't imagine. Next, it's your turn."

Orochimaru just glanced at Scorpion indifferently, his tone calm but meaningful: "The battle is not over yet, this is another manifestation of eternal life. Look, those fragments..." The scattered fragments in the sky slowly gathered, and the figure of the Third Kazekage condensed into shape again, like an immortal body.

"How can it be possible... not to die?" Scorpion was shocked, and anger surged in his heart. He controlled the puppet Third Kazekage and fired dense sand iron arrows directly at the Third Kazekage of the Impure World. However, these arrows were cleverly controlled by the Impure World Kazekage in the air and shot at Scorpion instead. Fortunately, Scorpion built a sand iron wall in time to escape danger.

Just as Orochimaru was watching the battle between the puppets and the corpses with pride, he felt like something fell from the sky. At this time, when the confrontation between Scorpion and the Impure World War II Kazekage was becoming increasingly intense, the sky suddenly changed, and a string of clay bombs fell from the sky. It was Deidara who was indignant about the previous Impure World War II Kazekage's sand and iron attack, and took the opportunity to attack the Impure World War II Kazekage.

Deidara quickly formed seals with his hands, his eyes flashing with fanaticism, and suddenly shouted loudly, and the clay bombs surrounding the Impure World Wind Shadow seemed to be given life and detonated instantly. The huge explosion was accompanied by a deafening sound, and a cloud of black smoke rose up, covering the sky and the sun, and shrouding the battlefield.

"How is my art?" Deidara asked triumphantly, his face filled with infinite pride in the art of explosion. However, just when he thought everything was settled, the fragments of the Third Kazekage of the Impure World Reincarnation that seemed to have been blown apart miraculously merged again and condensed into shape again.

"Why not die?" Deidara looked confused, obviously finding this phenomenon unbelievable.

Orochimaru raised a mysterious smile and explained slowly: "After you die, I have the ability to resurrect you in this way. Of course, what I desire most is Itachi's young and powerful body. But the Third Kazekage in front of me is also an important chess piece in my hand."

Before he finished speaking, six jet-black iron sand chakras suddenly emerged from the body of the Third Kazekage of the Impure World Reincarnation. They twisted and entangled in the air, and eventually turned into six sharp iron sand cones, ready to go. However, behind this power, there seemed to be an even stronger will hidden.

"What a joke?" The voice of the Third Kazekage of the Impure World Reincarnation was filled with anger and unyielding spirit. "I am the Third Kazekage of the Sand Village, and I will never be a pawn to be manipulated by others!" As his firm will surged, those sand iron cones began to tremble and dissipate, and finally turned into wisps of black smoke, and the body of the Third Kazekage of the Impure World Reincarnation also fell to the ground with a bang, turned into fragments again, and scattered in the wind.

Orochimaru looked at this scene with a frown on his face, muttering to himself: "Oh, it seems that the Impure World Reincarnation technique does have some flaws."

At this moment, Scorpion keenly caught the opportunity. He quickly manipulated the puppet Third Kazekage and released six black iron sand chakras, but this time they condensed into solid pillars and headed straight for Orochimaru. The iron pillars cut through the air and smashed into the position where Orochimaru was originally with unstoppable momentum. However, just before the collision, Orochimaru's figure had turned into a black shadow and quickly escaped into the cave.

"Did it work?" Scorpion thought to himself, but then he realized something was wrong. Sure enough, Orochimaru's lower body suddenly turned into a giant snake and fled deep into the cave at an astonishing speed.

"Don't run!" Seeing this, Deidara immediately swooped down from the air and shouted angrily. He quickly took out the remaining clay bombs from his arms, and these bombs quickly transformed in his hands, turning into a group of flying birds with wings spread out. Deidara finished the seal, and with a deafening shout, all the bird-shaped bombs exploded at the same time, sealing the entire cave entrance.

"Art is explosion!" Deidara's declaration was accompanied by a deafening explosion. The eastern sand dunes with a radius of five kilometers shook violently under the impact of the explosion. Black smoke billowed and flames shot into the sky, eventually turning into a scorched earth and ruins.

Afterwards, Scorpion made contact with members of the Akatsuki organization through the Phantom Body Technique.

Scorpion's voice came through the spell, with a hint of annoyance: "I searched through the rubble, but couldn't find his body. I can't be sure if I really killed him."

There was a hint of anxiety in Deidara's voice: "If Orochimaru is not dead, I will end his life with my own hands. By the way, what is the matter with his weird technique?"

Pein turned his gaze to Itachi and asked calmly, "Itachi, what is your opinion on this?"

Itachi pondered for a moment and replied, "That is probably the Impure World Reincarnation Technique developed by the Second Hokage. This technique can revive the dead and control them at will. Moreover, these reincarnated bodies are almost impossible to kill. They can only be sealed or restricted by force."

Deidara asked in confusion: "Then wouldn't it be a complete solution if we just kill Orochimaru?"

Itachi explained calmly: "Even so, the Impure World Reincarnation Body will not stop moving."

Deidara seemed a little impatient: "What a hassle."

Pein's voice was calm: "From now on, everyone needs to pay attention to Orochimaru's movements. As long as he is still alive, he will definitely take action."

Deidara said confidently, "Normally, no one can survive my explosion."

Scorpion responded coldly: "But who among those here is an ordinary person?"

Konan's voice cut in, "Speaking of immortality, that's what we're searching for right now."

Payne nodded and asked, "The commission from the Kingdom of Soup said that there is a murderer and they hope we can eradicate him. What is the situation now?"

Xiaonan replied: "We have not found the target yet, we are searching."

Deidara asked curiously, "So, is that person also Orochimaru's Impure World Reincarnation?"

Pein looked at Itachi again: "Itachi, how can we tell whether it is a body of Impure World Reincarnation?"

Itachi explained again: "The body of the Impure World Reincarnation will not bleed after being hurt."

Scorpion added, "There will be tiny cracks on the body of the Impure World Reincarnation. Is that immortal killer your target? If he is not the Impure World Reincarnation, will he become Kakuzu's partner?"

Kakuzu's voice was cold and firm: "No, I will end that guy's life with my own hands."

On a lush and quiet country road in the country of hot springs, the sun shines dappled on the winding dirt road. A middle-aged man carrying a heavy basket of herbs and wearing a slightly worn straw hat is walking slowly. His face is engraved with traces of time, but his eyes reveal his tenacity and gentleness towards life. However, this tranquility is soon broken by an ominous atmosphere.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him like a ghost. It was Hidan - a young man wearing a black fur coat with an exaggeratedly open collar, revealing pale skin. His eyes were empty and fanatical, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was a messenger from another world.

"My brother," Feidan's voice was low and full of temptation, "why don't you let go of the shackles of the world, join my evil god cult, and share the secret of eternal life?"

The middle-aged man frowned upon hearing this, a trace of vigilance and confusion flashed in his eyes, he shook his head and firmly rejected this sudden invitation. However, this simple rejection became the beginning of his tragic fate.

Feidan's face darkened instantly, and the smile on his lips became twisted and cruel. He stretched out his hand and grasped the middle-aged man's wrist tightly like an iron clamp, and lifted him over his head easily, as if he was just a light feather.

"Humph, since you are so ungrateful, let me use the power of the evil god to let you experience true liberation." Feiduan sneered, grabbed the middle-aged man and hung him high up on a thick tree trunk. The man's feet kicked helplessly in the air, and his hands struggled desperately, but it only brought more intense pain and despair.

Feidan began to draw an ancient and strange spell, and his eyes gradually turned red, as if there was a flame burning in them. As the spell progressed, complex blood-colored patterns began to emerge on the ground. They squirmed like living things, emitting a frightening evil aura.

The middle-aged man's body began to tremble violently, veins popping out under his skin, as if countless bugs were gnawing at his flesh. His eyes were wide open, full of fear and despair, and a heart-wrenching wail came from his throat, but no one could hear it, and it could only echo on this desolate path.

Feidan stood aside, watching all this indifferently, with no sympathy or pity on his face, only fanaticism and worship of the evil god's power. This little character was not worthy of him experiencing pain. As the spell was completed, the middle-aged man's body finally stopped struggling, his eyes lost their luster, and blood slowly flowed along his body, finally gathering in the blood-colored pattern on the ground, as if he was performing a bloody and solemn sacrifice.

When everything returned to calm, Feidan clapped his hands gently, as if he had accomplished something insignificant. He turned and left, leaving behind only an empty body hanging on the treetop, a shocking bloodstain on the ground, and the despair and pain that would never dissipate.

Under the dim and mottled shadows of the trees, Kakuzu, Konan and Hoichi stood silently. There was an indescribable heavy atmosphere around them, and the body of the middle-aged man was hanging quietly on the tree.

Kakuzu lowered his head and stared at the motionless figure, with a complicated smile on his face: "Not for the gold and silver treasures that the world pursues, nor for the deep hatred, I just killed because I wanted to kill."

After hearing this, Fa Yi clasped his hands together gently, with a trace of compassion in his eyes: "Amitabha, if you want to kill, there are other ways. This should be what the target did."

Hearing this, Kakuzu frowned slightly, and looked at Hoichi with a little more impatience and irritation in his eyes: "Monk, you are really annoying. You are not a compassionate guy. When did you learn such a catchphrase?"

Then, he turned his gaze to Xiaonan beside him, with a hint of amusement in his tone: "So, what about you? Xiaonan, why did you choose to follow us? Are you worried that I will harm this chattering monk?"

Xiaonan replied calmly: "Hakata's ability is indeed unique in binding and controlling the enemy, while I am good at sensing the target. Besides, the other members can't serve as bait like me."

Kakuzu was silent for a moment. "Bait?..." he muttered to himself, a hint of deep thought flashing in his eyes.

Hidan was sitting leisurely on a huge old tree with intertwined branches. The sunlight shone through the sparse leaves and sprinkled on his body, adding a bit of weirdness to his slightly crazy smile. Suddenly, a slight sound of footsteps broke the silence around him. A glimmer of excitement flashed in Hidan's eyes. He stood up quickly, naturally tightened the sickle in his hand, and walked briskly in the direction of the sound.