I am Uchiha Madara

♂nbsp; Madara’s eyes darkened.

These words were nothing short of thunderous.Coming from another world is Madara's deepest secret.

"Who is your Excellency?" He had a vague guess in his mind. He didn't say anything just to confirm. "Can you show up to see me?"

"This is the underworld. The beings call me Hades, if you want, you can." The faint voice in the air was strangely reassuring, "As for showing up, I don't have a body. The world is me, and I am the world."

Having said that, the light groups in the void flashed together, and countless strands of black that were darker than the night sky were peeled off from the void, and they continuously gathered together to form a humanoid shadow CEO, which will steal your addiction.

Madara looked up at the black mist in front of him, the doubts in his eyes obvious.

"Human beings like to have a fixed direction of conversation. Nothingness often makes you feel uneasy." The dark shadow's deep voice was mixed with a strange rhythm, like the sound of a piano flowing out. "This is not difficult for me." The implication is that it would be nice not to give someone a favor.

If you were an ordinary person here, you would be flattered to be treated so considerately by Pluto.Madara just raised his eyebrows: This Pluto is surprisingly understanding of people and the world.You must ask for something from others. The only thing in yourself that is worthy of Pluto's request is

"What does Lord Pluto want?" Due to the disparity in strength between the two sides, Madara asked directly.

Even though the opposite side was dark, Madara still felt that the other person was staring at him for a long time.

"Your soul."

As expected, Madara paused for a moment and said, "This is an order."

"No, it's a transaction."

Hearing this, Madara's anxious heart calmed down a little.If the other party is determined to take it by force, he can only swallow his anger. If there is a deal, there will be more room for bargaining.

No, not necessarily. There is another possibility, that is, the other party holds a bargaining chip that he cannot refuse.

irresistible

Madara's eyes were slightly cold, and after a moment of silence he spoke: "How is the person who came with me doing now?"

Although he felt that with Pluto's style he couldn't do anything like kidnapping, he was still used to considering problems from the worst possible perspective.

"He is in the imperial mausoleum."

Madara relaxed his brows slightly, and he left Yu Mingzheng's unique mark on the hollow wooden ornament that Hashirama carried with him. His life should not be in danger.As long as he's fine, everything else is fine.

Anyone who has been immersed in Chinese culture for a long time knows that you should never play with your own soul unless absolutely necessary.It can be said that the concept of the entire Eastern culture is like this: attaching more importance to the soul than to the soul.After searching through 5000 years of anecdotes about the Chinese dynasty, I can't find a strange demon king in a Western novel who actively splits his soul to seek immortality.

He had to agree, but it was about his soul, so he couldn't agree easily.

He pondered for a moment and said, "I want to know the reason."

Just as Pluto promised, Hashirama was in the imperial tomb.Not only was he fine, he also had a good sleep.

The dazzling white light that filled the space softened after he fell into coma, and solidified from void, like flowing lotion, carrying him slowly in a certain direction, until it fell on the flawless white jade and dispersed like mist. go.

As a ninja, Senju Hashirama was extremely alert, which also meant that he rarely had a completely relaxing sleep.This forced coma has only advantages and no disadvantages for him.

It's been a long time since I fell asleep.

A young man in white clothes embroidered with gold sat cross-legged next to him. His long hair was not tied up and fell loosely on his clothes, making him look even more refined and refined.His clothes were not solemn, and his movements were even a little rough, but he made them with a different kind of elegance.He propped up his head and stared at the unconscious Hashirama. He was as motionless as a stone statue, which showed his concentration.

However, even the best patience will eventually run out.

"It's so boring. It's rare for someone to come and not wake up for so long." The young man muttered, touched his chin and said to himself. "Isn't it a bit unkind to forcefully wake someone up after sleeping so soundly?" He said with his eyebrows drooping and holding his face with a troubled look: "No, no, no, if he doesn't wake up, who will play with my highness? It's been a long wait. How can I wrong myself after waiting so long for an unlucky junior?" After saying that, his face changed again, the tips of his eyebrows raised, and each eyebrow exuded a strong aura of displeasure: "If you hadn't struck first, he might not have done it. Coma, in the final analysis, it is you who are willful. Black rich family, women seduce you to become addicted. Read the full text. As an elder, you should use your brain more when doing things."

There was deathly silence all around, except for a huge palace complex floating in the void.Apart from this young man, the only other people were unconscious.What he said to himself was really weird.

As he spoke, the young man rolled his eyes and shook his head proudly: "Yes, I am the elder, so this junior has to listen to me, haha." He looked around, but unfortunately here there were only white steps and gold tiles, which was clean. Very.He had to dig his three fingers into the ground into claws, and pick out a piece of the white ground that was smooth and as hard as diamond. Looking at the smile on his face, he seemed very relaxed.Then he used two fingers to form pliers and crushed the dug-out stone into three pieces of similar size. Finally, he carefully smoothed the edges of the three small stones.

After staying in this dark space without any changes for countless years, he has long understood the essence of finding something to do when there is nothing to do.

A layer of white mist quickly appeared on the stone steps that had been dug out, solidifying the sunken ground into a flat piece.

As if unaware, the young man turned the three stone balls in his hand and kept scanning Hashirama's body, thinking about where to hit him: if he accidentally hit his head and became mentally retarded, what should he do with his face? He is a classy elder, so what if he has bad breasts? What if the other person is a girl? Why did you say you have Adam's apple? Who told you that women can't have Adam's apple? There are no wonders in the world. Don't come out to show your shallowness, okay? Then just keep your waist.

After thinking about it, he twisted a stone ball and exerted force, accurately touching Hashirama's waist with spiral strength.

Even someone who was sleeping could not help but frown, looking quite painful.

Then Hashirama woke up.

After being attacked and still not waking up, Hashirama could have died dozens of times in the past 20 years.But when he woke up and saw for the first time a guy holding his face in his hands and smiling stupidly at him, almost drooling, Hashirama didn't fight back immediately, but subconsciously fled thirty miles away if conditions allowed.

Especially because the other person has not been exposed to the sun for a long time, his skin is so pale that it is compared with the ground on the soles of his feet, and his dark eyes are embedded in it, which makes him look very scary.Hashirama even thought of the thickly painted faces of geishas.

Now he could only step back five meters to keep a safe distance from the person in front of him.

In the face of danger, the majestic and magnificent palace behind the young man no longer concerns him.

"You woke up so quickly." The young man laughed, not paying attention to his alertness. Instead, he raised the two remaining stone balls in his hand, "But I haven't used them up yet. It's such a waste. You continue to pretend to be asleep." Can you give me a couple of hits?"

If it were someone else who said this, Hashirama must have thought that the other person was joking.He examined the young man's gaze, and the clarity and sincerity in it all told Hashirama that the other party was serious.

The corners of Hashirama's mouth twitched, not knowing what to say.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the young man took it as his acquiescence.So in the next second, two stone balls came from the left and right, one after the other. Senju Hashirama barely managed to avoid it with a spin, but the two stone balls circled around to the back and flew back. , Hashirama leaned over and rolled over with his elbows on the ground, so fast that he couldn't see the afterimage.

After standing still, hold a stone ball in your left hand and right hand.

Due to the force, the index and middle fingers of his left and right hands were deeply embedded in the ball, and white powder was exposed from between the fingers and fell to the ground silently.

"Not bad, wonderful." The young man stood up and clapped, and the smile that was on his face a moment ago quickly faded into calmness.He raised his chin at Hashirama and said: "I just tested your strength in the space turbulence, and it was remarkable. Now it seems that my evaluation of you should be higher."

The two extremely different attitudes of the young man's madness and elegance made Hashirama confused for a moment, and then he silently took another step back.

The lunatic is not scary. What is frightening is that the lunatic has strength. What is even more frightening is that facing the lunatic, he is still unable to exert [-]% of his strength.

Yes, the young man in front of him, whose clothes were a little messy and who was in a weird state, definitely had a mental problem.

"Who are you and where are you?" After thinking about it, Hashirama thought it was best to find out the situation first.

"This is the imperial mausoleum, a good place to die." The young man returned to his smiling face, pointed at himself and said, "Who am I? Isn't it common sense to ask who I am?"

What's going on with this "the whole world should know that I admire you" tone? Hashirama Mu.Is it better for him to answer "Sorry I don't have common sense" or "I really don't know you"

After thinking about it, Hashirama decided to be tactful. After all, the other party was probably one of Madara's ancestors. "I just came here and I'm not familiar with it."

Young man: “You really have no common sense”

Hashirama: ""Actually, no matter how he answers, he can only get this evaluation, right? Ancestor-sama's narcissism is a disease that needs to be cured.

Can make Senju Hashirama burst out with complaints, Ancestor-kun, you have won to a certain extent, really

The young man touched his chin and said, "Forget it, I won't argue with the younger generation. Your Highness is the 147th generation head of the clan, named Dian Yun. Which generation are you from?"

Hashirama was first shocked by his identity, then shook his head when he heard the last sentence: "I am not of Yu Mingzheng's blood."

"No." The young man was stunned, looked him up and down, and a strange smile slowly emerged from the corners of his lips.Hashirama had a bad feeling in his heart.

"No, haha, it's just right. Let's survive from His Highness first and then we can talk."

Yumei Masanori raised his hand and drew out a blue unbladed broad sword, and stabbed it straight at Hashirama's left eye, with an excited smile on his face.

The sword came so fast that Hashirama was shocked. He couldn't use chakra to teleport or activate protection. At the critical moment, he accurately clamped the sword's edge with two fingers to deflect its trajectory, but the air flow brought by the sword passed from his ear. It passed by and cut off a lock of hair.

"You have good eyesight," Noriyun praised, turning the handle in his hand, and Hashirama loosened his fingers. Even if the sword was not sharpened, he would not face it head-on.Before the opponent's second sword stabbed out, he jumped back in the air and landed firmly on the white jade railing.The green sword came first, and the lightning swept across quickly. Hashirama took advantage of the momentum to jump to another railing. At the same time, several shurikens were shot in the direction of the sword, but the opponent dodged left and right to avoid it.

Dian Yun didn't leave any one of them behind in his peripheral vision, he raised his sword and caught up with them.

At that time, Masanori Yumei was known as the king of close combat. In a battle between masters, he could detect some depth with just a few rough moves. Even Hashirama had to admit that without chakra, he would be a little inferior to him in close combat.However, in terms of speed, Hashirama still has the advantage.

In a few breaths, the two of them fought dozens of moves with swords, fists, kicks, and hidden weapons.Hashirama drew a gap and once again distanced himself from him, using his shuriken to fight from a distance.It's just that the number of shurikens is limited after all. Hashirama's goal from the beginning was not to kill the opponent with shurikens, but to find a way to knock off his sword.

It's easier said than done. It's easier said than done to knock down a swordsman's sword.

Two afterimages, one white and one blue, crisscrossed and separated in mid-air, and from time to time, shurikens clanked and shattered on the ground.

The two were at a stalemate for a while.

"Meow~" A ball of dark blue hair landed lightly on the white ground. Who is it if it's not a cat?

At this moment, the two of them were so busy fighting each other that they had no time to pay attention to this little thing.

The cat touched his nose depressedly and turned his head left and right. He couldn't help but let out a sigh when he didn't find his master.

Uchiha Madara is not here, how can he go if he is not here? After thinking about what went wrong, Nekomata raised his head and yelled at the two people: "Hey, hey, hey, crazy kid, stop fighting, Nekomata." Sir, I have something to ask you."

Noriyun Yumei was in high spirits, and he didn't care what Nekomata said; Hashirama wanted to stop, but His Highness Noriyun pressed forward step by step, his sword was ruthless, and he couldn't spare any thought to care about Nekomata.

The bastard named Yu Mingzheng is really more difficult to deal with. Mao You sighs, and the cat's face becomes ferocious in the next moment: "Stop meowing!"

Along with the roar, there was also huge spiritual power, which successfully stopped Noriyun's offensive. Hashirama jumped out of the battle circle through the gap and landed accurately next to Nekomata.

"Why are you here? Didn't Madara tell you to take care of Soga Ashashi?"

"Ah, that little girl is dead." The cat licked its paws again and said casually.

"died"

"The cost of forcibly opening the passage to the imperial mausoleum is your life, otherwise why do you think Suga Yunqing concealed this method?" Maomata shook his head, "Stop asking boring questions. Where is Master Madara?"

Hashirama was a little dissatisfied with Nekomata's indifferent attitude, but it was not the right time to preach.When he mentioned Madara, his face darkened.

Having read the general situation from his mind, Nekomata's face became serious and he started spinning around in circles with his tail raised.

"You must have seen these things, the broken light of the black swirling stars in the cracks in the space"

Hashirama nodded.

Yuming Zhengdianyun over there put away his green sword and walked slowly over.The dark eyes turned in the direction of Nekomata, and changed into a smiling expression, "Oh, isn't this the little kitten that is always chasing behind Aunt Yunqing~"

Mao slowly narrowed his eyes and stared at him, "Kid, if you want to find trouble again, don't forget, you can't beat me here."

Dian Yun puffed up his cheeks, his eyes slowly filled with mist, and he looked extremely pitiful. "I just want to meet Aunt Yunqing~"

The waves deliberately created at the end of the words gave Mao another chill, and he almost fell over in anger at this boy's shamelessness.Unexpectedly, Suga Yunqing's faint sigh came from the tail, "Nekomata, let me talk to Ayun."

Once again the cat gave in dejectedly.

With his Aunt Yunqing, Noriyun immediately forgot about the certain tailed beast and Hashirama-kun, and followed Soga Yunqing happily jumping to the side.

"Gomei Masanori allows him" Hashirama expressed concern about Noriyun's mental state.

"After all, humans are fragile," Nekomata said lazily. "I have stayed alone in this dark and unchanged space for more than 400 years. Even with this level of madness, my spirit is already very tough." From this point of view, it is probably Even Uchiha Madara is resigned to being defeated. "After all, the original Mikoto Masanori was exhausted after persisting for 300 years."

Hashirama's hands and feet were cold, "Madara"

"Don't worry, he won't end up in this situation. If things get worse, I can go find him." Nekomata sighed, "To be honest, I really don't want to go back to the underworld."

The author has something to say:

Happy Mooncake Festival everyone and have a great family reunion

Also, thank you to Lan Muluo and Xiuyun Xiaoxiao for throwing a grenade each. This is the first time I have received such high-end things. Wow, ynnny

Thank you, I have no regrets, no fear, and Momo each threw a mine~ Kiss and hug me╭╯3╰╮

Because I was late watching the backstage bully whoring, why is this word "swollen", so I am only sending my thanks now, sorry guys

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