One empty eye was bleeding, the other one was gloomy and cold, and there was a strange bulge between his eyebrows that was overflowing with blood. Being stared at by these two eyes and the "eye hole", Hiashi felt like he was being stared at by a ferocious monster, and his heart inexplicably tightened.
"Sparkling and translucent eyes are the most beautiful treasures. Losing an eyeball makes my heart ache. Can you help me?" Gana stretched out his index finger and stirred in his right eye socket, digging out the remaining blood dregs, "You can call me the Seventh Apostle Gana!"
"Help you? Give you my eye?"
Hiashi felt a chill in his heart. Although he couldn't see the fluctuations of Chakra flowing in Gana's body with his Byakugan, he could clearly see that there wasn't a single intact organ in the other party's chest.
All the organs were shriveled, like decomposed garbage that was squeezed into the corner. Dense silk threads were intertwined inside the body, like a puppet being manipulated, but the man in front of him was clearly still alive!
The creepy feeling made Hiashi not dare to act rashly. As the Clan Leader of the Hyuga Clan, Hiashi deeply understood the truth, the more he couldn't understand something, the more dangerous it was.
"What, you don't want to?" Gana tilted his head and stared at Hiashi very seriously, his smile indescribably sweet, "Give me your eye, and you can see a more beautiful world!"
"…" Hiashi's pupils shrank when he saw Gana reluctantly lift up his sleeves, revealing a row of stitched eyes, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead.
"What a pity!"
In the gloomy voice, Gana's figure disappeared, and the surface of the lake under his feet rumbled and rolled backward. Starting from Hiashi's feet, the clear ripples condensed into a frozen mirror, covering Hiashi in a smooth and transparent way.
Looking down from a high altitude, it was as if there was a bowl of transparent lampshade covering Hiashi in it. In the white and cold chill, Hiashi's figure was slowly reflected on the mirror.
"Eight Trigrams Palm – Revolving Heaven!"
Chakra gushed out from the acupoints all over his body, rotating at high speed and wrapping around Hiashi's body, forming an airtight spiral pattern. In theory, it can block all physical attacks, called absolute defense.
Blood spurted out, and all the skin on Hiashi's body was covered with countless bloody wounds, and the loss of blood made his head faintly dizzy.
"No, he didn't attack me, he attacked the reflection in the mirror, and then it was reflected on my body …" Hyuga Hiashi's mind was spinning wildly, but he didn't know how to break this incredible ninjutsu.
"What a futile struggle, just obediently give me your eyes!" Gana stood in the mirror with his palms together like a sword, aiming at Hiashi in front of him.
Obviously, there was nothing behind him, but the chilling sensation pierced through his skin. Hyuga Hiashi's eyes widened as he saw a bloody wound on his chest and back at the same time, and two blood arrows splashed out from his ruptured heart.
The body fell to the ground, and Gana walked out of the mirror, turned over Hiashi's cheek, licked his bloody tongue, and dug two fingers into Hiashi's eye sockets, completely peeling off the two eyeballs.
He stuffed the bloody right eye into his eye socket. Then, with a gentle blink, the fleshy membrane in his right eye socket wriggled and swallowed the eyeball.
When Gana opened his eyes again, a white eyeball appeared in his right eye socket. Everything within a thousand meters was reflected in his mind, down to the smallest detail.
"I like this world!"
Gana wiped the other eyeball clean, and gently played with it in his palm, closed his eyes to sense Smoker's position, and his figure disappeared in an instant.
…
In the space that was blocked and sealed.
Sarutobi took off his loose Hokage Costume, revealing his tight combat uniform, and on his wrinkled old face, a pair of cold eyes stared at Orochimaru, and the man in the black robe standing next to him.
Amidst the strange black fog, the dark figure slowly took off the mask of the "Dark Sect", and the corner of his mouth curled up into a dangerous arc.
"What's wrong?" Orochimaru felt that Smoker's aura seemed to have changed, so he asked.
"Nothing, the seventh apostle Gana is here, and he seems to like the new eye very much." Smoker said faintly.
Orochimaru and Sarutobi's face changed at the same time, they were both wary of the mysterious apostle.
"Apostle, eye?" Orochimaru frowned slightly, then he focused his attention on Sarutobi again, and he quickly printed a few hand seals.
"Are you going to attack sensei?" At the same time, Sarutobi suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, and quickly threw his sword toward Orochimaru.
Wouch!
Like the sound of scissors tearing cloth and satin, Orochimaru's neck strangely bent backward, his whole neck bent like a "bow", then a strong wind swept past, his neck strangely snaked close to the gap of the Shuriken, it was more than 20 meters away, like a twisted snake biting Sarutobi.
His figure suddenly disappeared, and a piece of rotten wood was bitten by Orochimaru, and Sarutobi's body appeared on the other side, and he opened his mouth and spouted a large flame.
"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"
The flame burned the air and swallowed Orochimaru, the latter's body melted inch by inch like a melting candle, and the remaining flame covered Smoker who was behind him.
His chest was immediately pierced by the pillar of fire, but not a single drop of blood flowed out. A pitch-black fog rolled and surged in his chest, and then swallowed the burning flames.
The black fog condensed and returned to his human form, but the cigar in Smoker's mouth was burned to ashes, he spat out the cigarette in his mouth, and stared at Sarutobi with indifferent and cold eyes, and said: "Old man, are you tired of living?"
Sarutobi's pupils shrank, and his brows were tightly knitted together, as a ninjutsu professor, there are very few forbidden techniques in the world that he doesn't know, but the strange "Atomization" just now, it didn't even require any hand seals or chakra fluctuations, it was really beyond Sarutobi's imagination.
"An unimaginable forbidden technique, or some kind of strange bloodline limit?" Sarutobi's face was very dignified, "The Akatsuki is very mysterious, and now there's an even more mysterious apostle, I'm afraid that the ninja world will not be peaceful again!"
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