The Great Master of Illusion in Naruto World

Hinata was sent directly to Yuexi and the others by Anbe. Mai Hyuga immediately took her into her arms. Yuexi and Qingyan stopped Anbe and asked, "Is our young master on it?"

"The Prime Minister and Hokage-sama are on it." After Anbe finished speaking, he left with an instantaneous technique.

Without saying a word, Qing Yan rushed up towards the top of Huoying Rock. When Yuexi wanted to keep up, she found that her sleeves were being pulled by someone. When she looked down, it was Miss Yakumo.

Yakumo looked up at Yuexi and said, "Sister Yuexi, don't worry, since Hinata can come back, it means that brother should be fine!" Having said that, Yakumo turned to look at Hinata.

"Yeah, Brother Mingjing is fine." Hinata nodded quickly and told everyone what had happened. Finally, Little Lori added: "If Naruto-sama and Mingjing are together, it must be fine!"

"I hope so!..." Yuexi looked worriedly into the distance, and now she could only stand by Kurama Yakumo, quietly waiting for the result.

On the top of the mountain, Ming Jing seized the moment of the tiger's short loss, and indeed launched the magic mirror flower art. Directly pulling Zuohu into another world, the three generations of Hokage did not waste this opportunity. His five fingers were spread out, and each finger was shining with a Chinese character, which is connected together to be'gold, wood, water, fire, and earth'. It is the seal of the five elements!

But what Ming Spiegel did not expect was that there was no tiger in the reflected world, but a huge crystal wall with no boundary in sight!

"This is...mind barrier?! Hokage-sama, come back!" Ming Jing was startled, and immediately shouted at the third generation of Hokage.

"Fire Escape·Dragon Fire Technique!" A straight line of flame spit out from Zuohu's mouth, shooting at the third generation of Hokage like lightning. But the third generation of Hokage had no time to react, and was directly passed by the dragon fire technique.

"No, no?..." Ming Jing swallowed subconsciously, and the three generations of Hokage died here, and the story of Hokage was all messed up!

Just as Ming Jing was in a state of confusion, Zuohu smiled and said, "Hehe...you can escape this way, Yuan Fei has yours."

"Huh... Almost!" The third generation of Hokage got out of the soil, spit out the mud and said, while the corpse shot through before turned into a mass of mud.

"It's a soil clone! I'm scared to death..." Ming Jing wiped his sweat, and was almost scared of a heart attack by the old man!

"Okay, this is the end of the game time. Mudun·cutting technique!" Zuohu suddenly raised his arm to aim at the mirror, and in a flash shot nearly thirty wooden thorns. Fortunately, Ming Jing was prepared for a long time. He moved like a sly rabbit and kept moving back, but he could not always jump away before the sting of a wooden thorn. When he was stabbed for the first time, before Zuohu had time to be happy, Ming Jing retreated from his body like a golden cicada escaping his shell. The stabbed body slowly disappeared. When Zuohu saw this scene, he understood that illusion was at work again.

"Fire escape, head hard!" The third generation of Hokage also completed the seal at this time, spitting out several large fireballs in the blink of an eye to completely cover the position where the tiger was standing, and the terrible power was enough to destroy a forest in an instant!

"Tu Dun·Return from the dirt road!" Zuohu maintained the cutting technique with one hand, and quickly sealed the seal with the other. Then he made a hook, and a huge rock stood before him. As if the mainstay was in the middle, it diligently diverted the oversized head. Zuohu hid behind the dirt road when he returned, but his hair was a little curled.

The third generation of Hokage was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly moved to the side, where he was standing before exploded in the next second! The previous three generations of Hokage still found it strange, why the Jieyin of the return of Hu Tulu was a little different, it turned out that the tiger had hidden the Jieyin photo of the explosion of the soil pillar!

He quickly bit his finger and pressed it on his palm: "Psychic Art·Ape Demon! King Kong Wishful Stick!" He only heard a "bang!" Ape demon appeared. The old monkey became the King Kong Wishful Stick without even looking at the battlefield, and the three generations of Hokage grabbed his arms and drew it. King Kong's wishful stick broke the dirt road and returned, but was hugged by the opponent's hands.

"Hahaha, it's been a long time since the old monkey!" Zuohu laughed and lifted the third generation of Hokage up, then flicked it and fell behind Mingjing.

"Huh?! Being a tiger!...This is troublesome." An eye was exposed from the King Kong Wishful Stick, and the eyes of Zuohu in the distance were quite solemn.

"Father, are you okay!" Ming Jing crouched in front, watching Zuohu warily. He has not recovered his eyesight now, and he can barely see clearly by manipulating his vision. Because of this, Der Spiegel can't use the ninjutsu-type ninja's big killer "Hundred Step Blowing Lantern"! There was a husky in his heart.

"It's okay." The third generation of Hokage walked to Mingjing with the King Kong wishful stick and asked: "Anything to find?"

"His Mu Dun is a bit weird. Master Hokage has seen the first generation Mu Dun, right? Look at his cutting technique." Ming Jing frowned slightly, wondering if this was a discovery. He remembered that the Mu Dun of the first generation of Hokage came from a big tree. How could Mu Dun, a tiger, look more like a vine?

"It's really a bit different, why is it like this?" The third generation of Hokage looked at the vertical row of thorns in front of him, and was a little confused.

"Let's take a look again! Hey hey hey, father think of a way!" Ming Jing sighed, he felt that being a tiger was more difficult to deal with than three generations of Tuying! Suddenly his face changed and he shouted nervously.

"Think of a fart! Avoid it!" The third generation of Hokage yelled the King Kong wishful stick in between the two of them: "Long! Long! Long!" The King Kong wishful stick was immediately extended and moved away from Mingjing and the third generation of Hokage. The next moment, Zuohu's ninjutsu attack will arrive.

"Fire escape·Dragon Flame Singing Technique!" I saw several fire dragons circling a little in the air, and then split into two groups to rush down towards Mingjing and the third generation of Hokage.

The slightly burned King Kong Wishful Stick trembled twice, shrank to the size of a pencil in an instant, and kept shouting "It's hot!"

"I swear, UU reading www.uukanshu.com will definitely learn ninjutsu after this time! Shaving without a knife!" As soon as Der Spiegel stood firm, the fire dragon in the sky came, and his lips were dry before he got close to the terrifying heat. . The mysterious and mysterious invisible blade once again performed its merits, and the two fire dragons in the air were cut in two, and the fire dragon that had lost its head also disappeared with the wind. But what Ming Jing didn't expect was that a bigger fire dragon was hidden behind the fire dragon for two days!

Spit out a national curse, Ming Jing jumped directly from the top of the mountain. Then he began to fall freely. He turned around in the air and took a look. The fire dragon hit the place where he stood before. The terrible force collapsed that area, and big and small boulders fell shortly thereafter.

"Huh...Master bless me! Immortal mode, open!" Ming Jing was at a point in the Tianting acupoint, and the fairy Chakra was released from his forehead, and the silver pear flower mark on his forehead made Ming Jing even more cold.

He turned around again and was about to fall to the ground. Ming Jing suddenly remembered a trick he had experimented secretly. He is now in a fairy state, maybe he can do it!

So, he formed a calyx with his hands and put his hand on his waist. At the same time, he desperately absorbed natural energy and transferred the energy to the position between his palms. A light blue ball of light formed in his palm, and he was about to fall to the ground. Ming Jing pushed the ball of light in his palm: "Turtle style qigong! To be continued.) u