Shikamaru, whose upper body and cheeks were covered with curse seal cloud patterns, looked back behind him. The shadow of the God of Death, whose body was translucent, was quietly floating in the air. There were several will-o'-the-wisps floating around him, and his long disheveled hair.
Hanging on the chest, the temples are like a rope that tightly binds the soul in front of him. The eyes cast on the soul are full of greed. There is a short knife in the mouth, and saliva is constantly dripping.
Except for Shikamaru, who was the caster, no one else could see the shadow of the God of Death, with the exception of one person, Orochimaru himself, whose soul was being sacrificed at this time, but unfortunately he was not here.
When Shikamaru was possessed by Orochimaru with a curse seal during his trip to Tanshu Street, he had prepared for this move. He was never a sit-down character. Even if he was in adversity, he always wanted to come back and win. He was possessed by Orochimaru.
The first thing that focused my mind after my death was not worry, but thoughts on how to use this to strengthen my own strength.
Stealing the Ghoul-Sealing Technique, sealing Orochimaru's soul, exploring ways to control spiritual energy, and even spending many days of hard training in a remote temple, all in order to study how to use other people's souls to perform this...
This level of forbidden technique has become his strongest weapon so far.
After working hard for so long, it’s time to pay off! Shikamaru looked away from the shadow of the god of death, shouted low, and swayed chakra and spiritual energy without restraint, and tentacles as black as ink emerged from around him.
Emerged and tightly wrapped around Kirabi's huge body after turning into a tailed beast.
"There are more tentacles than me!" Kirabi's voice came from the mouth of the eight-tailed bull, who kept struggling and shouting, trying to escape from the shackles of Shikamaru's spiritual energy.
Shikamaru gritted his teeth to maintain the huge chakra, he only needed to delay the bull for a moment!
The god of death raised his left hand high, and the beads on his wrist collided together, making a sound that only Shikamaru could hear. Then he stretched his big hand with dark purple skin and pitch black nails into the chest of the soul in front of him.
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"Hmm!" Shikamaru groaned. Although Orochimaru's soul replaced him as a sacrifice to the God of Change, his body still had to be used as a container to perform the sealing technique. A cold and chilling feeling spread from his lower abdomen to
Throughout his body, a momentum seemed to come from behind, causing his body to shake slightly.
Snap!
Death's big hand shot out from Shikamaru's belly and grabbed the bull's head. It was only then that Kirabi realized something was wrong, especially the pulling force coming from Death's hand, which made him feel chilled.
:"What's this!?"
Kirabi tried to resist this pulling force, but unfortunately, even the nine-tailed demon fox, which was more powerful than the eight-tails, still could not resist this forbidden technique.
The single hand of the Shinigami is really insignificant compared to the huge body of the Eight-Tailed Bull, but Shikamaru controlled it and pulled it, the Eight-Tails was formed from chakra, and the substantial body was actually stretched from one point to the whole body, and the chakra was like water.
It surged into Shikamaru's body, but in the blink of an eye, Kirabi could no longer maintain his tailed beast form. Only a layer of tailed beast clothes covered his body, and he fell from mid-air to the ground.
Shikamaru groaned, and the Eight-Tails' huge chakra was absorbed into his body under the power of "Ghoul Seal". A circle of runes slowly emerged from his lower abdomen, but there was still a strong bull with his own consciousness.
But he kept struggling, resisting the power of the seal, not to mention the huge chakra that suddenly filled his body and almost burst Shikamaru. For just a moment, his body even lost consciousness.
"Sure enough, it is much harder to seal the tailed beast without an altar." Shikamaru gasped for air, his legs softened, and he was half-kneeling on the ground involuntarily. Although he had made various ideas, but he used Orochimaru's soul to perform "
There is only one chance to "Seal the Ghosts", and it has never been tested in practice. Although "Sealing the Ghosts" was born out of the Bagua sealing technique, he thought that with the power of this forbidden technique, he could compensate for the effect of the altar. In fact,
It turned out that his guess was wrong. Fortunately, his life was not in danger.
It's just that this is really not Shikamaru's resting place. He raised his head and glanced at Kirabi who had climbed up from the ground. Although most of the Eight-Tails' power had been sealed away by him with ghouls, he had become a jinchuriki since he was a child.
Kirabi, most of his own chakra has been mixed with the eight tails. Unless he absorbs all the chakra, he can still use some of the power of the tailed beasts, and his combat ability is far beyond that of Shikamaru, who is currently in poor condition.
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"Black magic. Shifang!"
"Thunder Plow Hot Knife!"
boom!
The loud noise echoed in the mountains, Kirabi's chest rose and fell, and he kept scanning the surroundings, but found no trace of Shikamaru.
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Thousands of miles away from the Kingdom of Thunder, the Country of Fields, due to Orochimaru's own weird habits, most of the bases of the Sound Ninja Village were built underground. The chao was damp and cold, and the dim candlelight not only failed to dispel the strange atmosphere.
, on the contrary, the shadows of passing people are projected on the wall, adding a bit of a gloomy atmosphere.
Orochimaru, who was playing with instruments in a research room, stared intently at the test tube in his hand, but a sense of dizziness suddenly came to his mind, causing him to stumble involuntarily and almost falling to the ground. He barely held on to the table.
He stabilized his body, but the test tube fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
"What's going on!?" Orochimaru's face became even paler, almost as bloodless as a dead corpse, his eyes were bloodshot, like a wounded beast, full of vigilance and anger, and he suddenly felt as if he had lost a room.
Very important stuff.
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The distant bells echoed in the ancient temple in the mountains. The monks in the temple were busy doing their own work, while a few novice monks in shabby clothes were running around.
Bang!
A middle-aged man was thrown heavily to the ground and groaned. His face was covered with dirt and flinch. He was obviously deeply afraid of the man standing not far from him.
"Is this here?" The man looking down at the middle-aged man was wearing a large windbreaker with red clouds on a black background, a hood and a forehead protector indicating his identity as a ninja, but the forehead protector with the Taki Ninja Village logo was deliberately scratched in the middle.
With a scratch on his face, knowledgeable people could tell at a glance that he was a traitorous ninja. Unfortunately, these people did not include the middle-aged man lying on the ground at this time.
The middle-aged man felt extremely regretful. He should not have been greedy for money and got involved with the murderer next to him. Looking at this man's behavior, I am afraid that he will also implicate the masters in the temple today.
Wearing the uniform uniform of the "Akatsuki Organization" and wearing a forehead protector from the Taki Ninja Village, naturally only the rebellious ninja Kakuzu, who was active in the ninja world at the same time as the first Hokage Senju Hashirama, saw that the middle-aged man did not answer.
, he couldn't help but narrowed his eyes dangerously, and said in a cold voice: "Answer me!"
"...Yes, it's right here." The middle-aged man's face was distorted. After struggling in his heart, fear still prevailed and he replied in a trembling voice.
Kakuzu nodded with satisfaction when he heard this. He inquired in many ways and finally learned the information that Shikamaru had been around here. After learning more, he learned that Shikamaru had stayed in this temple for a long time, and he must have left some clues.
, can help Kakuzu understand where he is going.
He didn't even look at the middle-aged man lying on the ground. He just strolled forward and observed the temple in the distance. Before the man had time to rejoice, Jiao Du, who was walking, suddenly kicked him on the chest.
, after hearing a series of bones breaking sounds in his ears, he walked leisurely towards the temple door, as if he had crushed an ant to death casually as if nothing had happened.
"Faxing Temple?" Kakudu turned his head and looked at the plaque on the temple door, then looked back carelessly and kicked open the closed door.
Bang!
Several young monks who were still working in the courtyard looked at Kakuzu who was striding into the temple. Before one of the young monks who was closest to the gate could ask a question, he saw Kakuzu flicking his wrist and his palm was removed from his body out of thin air.
Then, with just a few blood-vessel-like organs connected to his body, he grabbed his neck.
"Where did the young man who lived here a few days ago go after he left here?" Kakuzu approached the young monk whose neck was stuck by him and asked in a low voice.
"I, I don't know..." Xiao Monk replied with difficulty. As soon as he finished speaking, Jiaodu pinched his neck.
Kakuzu threw the monk's body to the ground like trash. Several young monks in the courtyard took a step back when they saw this. Faxing Temple was too poor and had long-standing traditions. Most of the adult monks went there.
The purpose of traveling to other places for alms is to increase my knowledge and not to burden the temple. Now there are only old and weak people left in the temple. At this moment, no one in the small courtyard dared to speak out.
"Where is the abbot?" Kakuzu continued to ask.
Most of the novice monks in the courtyard looked at the corpse of the dead monk with pale faces, not knowing what to say. Kakuzu could not help but frown in disgust, and suddenly rushed to a young novice monk, grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him
He raised it high and asked sharply: "Tell me where the abbot is!"
"I'm here." A calm voice suddenly came from beside Kakuzu.
Kakuzu turned to look in the direction of the sound. Including the abbot of Faxing Temple, the four senior monks had been alerted by the noise in the courtyard and came to Kakuzu's small courtyard.
"Are you the abbot?" Kakuzu looked up and down at the Taoist priest who was wearing an old cassock and asked in a deep voice.
After the Taoist priest pronounced the Buddha's name, he nodded in agreement.
"A young man who lived here some time ago, do you know where he went?" Kakuzu continued to ask.
"I don't know what the relationship between the donor and you is, sir, but I certainly don't know where he is going." After giving a salute, Dao Su replied softly and asked, "Can we put the body down first?
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"You'd better know something about his traces..." Kakuzu didn't listen to the abbot's question at all, but threatened in a cold voice: "Because to me, worthless things have no need to survive!"
"Lying is one of the five precepts. I have never deceived the donor." Daosu shook his head and answered seriously. At the same time, he motioned to his two junior brothers, Daopu and Daohong, to collect the corpse of the monk at Jiaodu's feet.
A cold light flashed in Kakuzu's eyes. Before he could ask any questions, the two old monks who were near his body suddenly shouted in unison and hugged his body. For a moment, their movements were as vigorous as those of young people.
Unfortunately, that's all. Without enough material supplies, it's impossible to train ninjas or even samurai. A few old monks have been recuperating for a long time, but they can only be much healthier than ordinary people, and they can't fight at all.
"Senior brother!" Daosha shouted lowly to Daozhen, who was holding a wooden sign with the word "forbidden words" written on it. He followed Daopu and Daohong and rushed forward, hugging Kakuzu tightly.
Daozhen, who had been practicing closed-mouth meditation for decades, saw this and quickly threw away the wooden sign in his hand. In a hoarse and jerky voice, he said to the stunned monks: "Follow me and leave through the back door!"
As he said that, he had already stepped forward to hug the youngest novice monk, and grabbed several other novice monks to leave.
Not overestimating his own strength, Kakuzu sneered at this moment and broke free from the arms of several old monks with just a slight struggle. He punched Dopu on the Adam's apple. Dopu covered his Adam's apple and fell to the ground with a groan.
At that moment, Kakuzu had kicked up his foot and kicked on Michiro's lower abdomen, then grabbed Abbot Daoshi's collar and threw him out.
After catching up with Daozhen, he hit him on the back of the neck with his elbow. After seeing him fall to the ground and twitching until he stopped moving, he chased several young monks away to stop their escape.
"Do you know where Nara Shikamaru is!?" Kakuzu asked coldly when he saw Michiya struggling to get up from the ground.
Daosha first glanced at the senior brothers who had died, and then at the trembling young monks. The oldest among them was only fifteen years old, but he was shorter than Shikamaru who once stayed at Hoxingji Temple.
On the upper half of his head, he was wearing ill-fitting clothes inherited from his senior brother, and his thin face was full of fear.
"Reincarnations go around like cars and wheels." A trace of struggle flashed in Daosha's eyes, and he couldn't bear it. However, thinking of the conversation Shikamaru had with him when he was practicing meditation, he muttered in a low voice: "How difficult it is in this life..., in the next life,