White paper scraps rolled in the air like a waterfall hanging upside down from the sky. The black haze was cut off by the sharp paper dragon, and the scorching aura was ignited. The overwhelming paper scraps were ignited, and the fire rain poured down, igniting the entire Konoha.
A paper crane dragging its tail swept an arc in the gray sky, and the black robe with red clouds fluttered. The Akatsuki that was hiding in the dark suddenly appeared, and as soon as they appeared, they launched the fiercest attack on the "base camp" of Konoha that was occupied by the apostles.
The thin chakra in the air began to become rich, and the scorching magma erupted in the air like a volcanic eruption, and a small sun-like scorching sun shone in the sky. Violent explosions swept together and fell on Konoha. In an instant, the houses collapsed, and the black silk threads were burned to ashes.
In the hissing sound, the ground cracked, and countless terrifying tentacles stretched out, stirring wildly, tearing the impact of the explosion. Konoha's ninjas covered with black silk armor were running, and countless kunai weaved into a black net that shot backward to the sky.
Konan's long silver-gray hair was curled into a bun, and a flower hairpin was inserted in her hair. Konan looked down at the overwhelming kunai, and her body suddenly turned into countless paper scraps and drifted to the ground.
At the same time!
A huge paper pigeon was pierced into a sieve by the kunai. Dense sticky particles sprinkled from the paper pigeon, and then it exploded continuously. Wearing a miniature telescope in his left eye to observe the trajectory of each clay bomb, Dedale's face showed a touch of crazy excitement as he laughed wantonly, "Explosion is an eternal art!"
At the moment when his voice fell, the clay that seemed to be falling randomly, in fact, swayed with the wind, woven into a flat strip, scattered along the blasted hole in the ground, and drilled into the deep pit in the ground.
Then, the dazzling flames expanded, and the ground trembled horribly. The ripples caused the ground to collapse into waves, and the camouflaged road collapsed into scorching black lines, like a surging wave, like a tide of fire.
In the depths of the underground, the clay scattered and illuminated the entire dark ground. In an instant, the underground lair that had been hollowed out like a maze was clearly illuminated. Although it was only for an instant, it was enough for a certain pair of eyes to take in the entire situation.
A strange, pitch-black door stood in the middle of the maze. A few pieces of flame splashed on the door, but they were instantly swallowed by the black threads that shot from all directions. A chilling coldness spread out from the door. In the middle of the door, there was a strange pattern that looked like a living creature. It seemed to have been awakened and was trying to struggle, but it was nailed to the door by countless black threads.
"I found it!"
At the edge of the burning forest, a man wearing a black robe with red clouds stepped on the top of the treetops. His crimson hair was like a burning fire. Standing behind him, a man wearing a strange spiral mask said in a low voice. It was obviously one person, but there seemed to be two voices overlapping, as if there were two different identities hidden behind the mask. At the same time, he said in a low voice: "Hold the apostle, I will take back the gedo Mazo!"
The masked man suddenly slid down the trunk to the ground. The moment his strange figure touched the ground, a strange fluctuation appeared in the air. A section of Nepenthes floated out and swallowed him with a ferocious mouth.
"Kill everything that can move!"
Nagato stroked the top of his head, revealing a pair of strange rotating Rinnegan. He coldly looked at the black robes in the distance that were tearing flames approaching at high speed. His face suddenly became cold, and he ordered the members of the Akatsuki behind him.
"Resurrecting the dead is the greatest blasphemy to Evil God!"
With the Evil God's pendant hanging around his neck, Hidan tore off his black robe with red clouds, revealing his body that was covered with strange tattoos covered in blood. A scarlet Grim Reaper's scythe cut through a few ninjas in black who were charging at him.
The sharp blade tore apart the barrier of the black lines, and the scythe spun rapidly. Streaks of black shadows were the greedy roars of the Evil Gods as they reaped human lives. The broken corpses were cut in half and fell to the ground, still twitching and writhing.
Fei Duan walked up and cut off the head. When he raised his head, he saw a viscous blood shadow appear in his peripheral vision. The thick and nauseating smell of blood assailed his nostrils. A ferocious bloody hand, like the sharp claws of an animal, scratched Fei Duan's shoulder.
A huge force hit Hidan, and his whole body fell down and hit the ground fiercely. He quickly got up, spitting blood from his mouth. He waved his scythe and cut off several blood vessels that flew to him. His pupils shrank as he looked at the face that was gradually solidifying in the blood shadow.
On his bloodthirsty and tyrannical face, there was a strange scarlet light flowing in his eyes. His mouth opened exaggeratedly from ear to ear, and there seemed to be the sound of blood violently flowing in his mouth. Dalaran stared straight at Fei Duan. His fingers trembled slightly as he tasted the taste of Fei Duan's blood. A ferocious light suddenly appeared in his eyes. "The taste of your blood is very unique!"
Since the last time Kyuubi's kid escaped, Dalaran had been holding back his anger. At this moment, he finally met a guy with good blood, and he would never let the food in his mouth escape.
Next to him.
Kakuzu's figure continuously dodged, and a black clothed ninja with a broken neck was thrown out like a sandbag. The latter's body was pierced through in midair by a branch, and the sinister tree trunk was like a man-eating flower, mercilessly biting the corpse into pieces.
"Apostle, are you also so ruthless to your own people?"
Kakuzu's expression changed slightly, and he looked around. Unknowingly, a circle of tender green flowers and plants silently appeared on the ground, twisting like knotted branches and vines, forming a human figure.
The branch-like palms crushed the corpses, and Lucasca stepped on the corpses. The branches that spread out crazily on the ground melted the broken corpses. Lucasca looked at the angle of the mask, and his voice was like a spring breeze, but the words in his words were chilling to the bone. "Rotten corpses become fertilizer to nourish the growth of plants. This is the law of nature, and also the value they contributed after death."
For apostles, death and corpses were not allowed to be wasted.
Kakuzu suddenly stretched out his hands, and used the secret technique of the Grudge of the Earth. Suddenly, pitch-black tentacles appeared on his back, and pierced towards Luca with lightning speed.
If one didn't know clearly, they would have thought that Kakuzu was also a part of the apostles!
"Interesting!"
Lucca's lips curled into a ferocious grin. The ground suddenly cracked, and countless twisted roots covered the sky and covered Kakuzu. "The black tentacles are exclusive to the broodmother. Even if it's just in shape, you must die!"
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