Chapter 437: 6 immortals

Three days have passed since Konoha's collapse. Konoha has entered a reconstruction period. Villagers built houses and the whole village is thriving.
Humans are creatures that are good at forgetting, or that people always ignore the cruel reality and imagine that tomorrow will be better. There is nothing wrong for the villagers to forget the recent war and look forward to a new life.
Living in the world of Shinobi, they concluded that there must be peace after a war. After the battle, the next day will be a good day.
All of a sudden, the number of Konoha's marriages increased!
Uh...probably so.
Not surprisingly, Shayin Village passed all the responsibility to Dashemaru. After all, the death of the fourth generation of Fengying was very convincing.
The three generations of Sarutobi didn't say much. Isn't the reputation of the black hand behind the Ninja world fake? He knows the way better than anyone else. But politics, it’s just a matter of pretending to be confused, and we are still good friends by laughing at each other.
Shayin Village apologizes sincerely and sincerely; Konoha Village does not stick to the trivial, and there are a large number of adults. The two sides stopped making peace, and it became a good talk for a time.
When other Shinobu villages mentioned Konoha and Sagyun, they would compliment them from the bottom of their hearts: MMP!
It's a pity that I didn't fight!
It is a pity that the three Ying Yindao, who did not want to be named, wanted to plan something, but the battle came so suddenly, and it ended inexplicably, and it was too late for them to take the opportunity to make trouble.
Shayin Village asked for peace and put his posture very low, so he paid his head and bowed. The three generations of Sarutobi only dropped a bill from the old elder, and hid in the Hokage Building secretly hurt. The one who stood behind him silently helped him shelter from the wind and rain. Every time a tricky incident occurred, he would stand up and help him. The man is gone.
Thinking of this, the three generations of Sarutobi burst into tears. Without the hard-working Danzo, how can his Hokage image be maintained?
"Danzo, you just left...you walked so suddenly, walked so unpreparedly, don't tell me." Three generations of Sarutobi wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and in order to prevent the late festival, he decided: "It's time to find an heir!"
A personal figure flashed in the mind of the three generations of Sarutobi, he lighted his cigarette and swallowed the clouds, considering them one by one.
Jiraiya?
It's very suitable, but with his temperament, he would probably refuse directly.
Duke?
No, absolutely not, the village will be abandoned within ten years.
Kakashi?
It's also not very suitable. Although he and anyone can fight for 300 rounds, the physique of kneeling after the fight is too empty, and it needs to be tempered to be Hokage.
Kay...
Ahem, what am I doing? Why do I think of Kai? People will think wildly when they are old.
...
Then, several figures flashed by in turn, Sarutobi Rizen sadly discovered that Nuo Da's village could not find a suitable heir. There are a lot of people who have a double grasp of character and strength, but they are either insufficiently qualified or not from the Hokage line, failing to inherit the will of the fire, and cannot be regarded as great tasks.
"Who should I call..." Sarutobi Rizen looked at the village outside the window, thinking hard to no avail, and decided to call Jilaiya over to discuss it.

Somewhere in Muye Village, in an underground secret room, in an open area of ​​nearly 100 square meters, there are ten nutrition troughs more than two meters long.
On the ground, the filthy reincarnated bodies between the pillars and the door were lying side by side, their eyes closed, and their bodies were covered with black incantations. The incantations occasionally trembled and stopped after walking for a certain distance.
The light in the secret room is bright, but it makes people feel gloomy and chill, because there are more than a hundred identical ghost masks hanging on the lonely wall.
Duke picked out a goblin mask and pressed it on his face, and began to dance the gods... ahem, it was the beginning of the ceremony.
Having had the experience of resurrecting Pratunam and Jiu Xinnai, Duke opened the fairy mode, and the ghost of death appeared behind him. When I first saw the of death, I might feel ugly if I didn't get used to it for a while, but after getting used to it, I would find that the of death was not ugly, it was really ugly.
Everything was ready, Duke fished out a blue soul ball from the pillar, the legendary of the Ninja World, the soul is no different from ordinary people.
Duke took a look, and when he came to the nutrient tank, the process of accelerating growth was over. The clone between the pillars lay quietly inside, the face and the height and body shape, and the filthy soil between the pillars reincarnated one by one.
Duke pressed the switch, the energy liquid in the nutrient tank was emptied, and when the lid was slowly opened, he pressed the soul into the clone.
The clone's heart beats faster, and after a few seconds of shortness of breath, it stabilizes. Putting on the mask of death, Duke's black and white sight, the soul between the pillars merged into the new body.
then……
There was no more, Duke's head sank, and the scene in front of him suddenly darkened. When he returned to his senses, the surroundings were pitch black, the darkness extended to the far end, and the ink-like water surface under his feet, raised his feet and fell, swaying white ripples.
"I fell asleep?" Duke was surprised. The scene in front of him was too familiar, but he soon realized that the scene before him seemed to be some kind of open barrier, or his spirit entered a certain Areas.
Duke didn't panic too much. Firstly, the artist was bold, and secondly, he had seen too many times in the dark space, and he had long been used to it. Compared with the darkness of the unknown space, there is at least one light in this unknown place.
Duke looked at a palace a hundred meters in front of him, or a shrine, a dojo and other buildings, frowned and strode forward.
The ripples under his feet swayed round and round, and Duke walked on the dark water and soon came to the palace gate. The cracked blank plaques, the four falling paint pillars, and the wooden doors that have been in disrepair for a long time make the dilapidated house look very old.
Duke did not take it lightly because of the shabby palace, because all kinds of routines showed that the more tattered temples, often lived outside the world.
"Who can pull my spirit into this small world without me responding... It doesn't seem to be difficult to guess." Duke thought for a moment, and then guessed who the master here is. I was eager to push the door in.
But when I thought about it suddenly, I felt something was wrong. The host invited him in, but he put the shelf so high, it would be too small for him to look down upon him.
"Hmph, I want to pretend to be in front of me, how easy is it!" Duke snorted coldly, and I'll go in if you want me in, then I'm very shameless, I'm not as good as you want it now.
After all, Duke pointed to his chest, and his mental power instantly condensed into the size of a pinpoint. When he bombarded the barriers, he would forcibly leave.
His non-conventional behavior left the master here speechless for a while. He only heard a seemingly non-existent sigh, and the scenery around Duke changed again and went directly to the interior of the palace.
It seems that the hall dedicated to the gods, in the center of the hall, is a statue of a god. The unknown has two horns and three eyes on his face. On the whole, his face is solemn and solemn. Kind of murderous intent.
It should be an evil god!
Duke was unscrupulously slanderous in his heart, and suddenly his eyes lit up, because the statue of the bends his arms forward~EbookFREE.me~ The palms are in a posture that they are about to join together. In the center of the palms, a drawing representing Yang Yun is drawn. The sun-shaped sign, and the moon-shaped sign that represents the shadow.
Just looking at it this way, Duke couldn't turn his eyes away, excitedly jumped on the statue's left hand, and pressed it on the sun-shaped sign of the sun. It's a pity that the light and shadow changed again before he could buckle it down. The idol was gone, replaced by the old man with long beards floating cross-legged.
Six Immortals-Datongmu Yuyi!
Liu Dao's face is not so good-looking, this can't be blamed on him, after all, anyone who meets an immature junior will never be so happy. Especially this younger generation knows that this is his dojo, and is still preparing to do a backlash. What is the difference between this and digging his grave in front of him.
Duke looked at the empty palm and secretly said, it's a pity that he almost caught it. Although he may not get the power of the six realms, this is how people are. Knowing that things cannot be done, there is always a fluke.
After sighing, he looked at the six immortals holding the black staff, his face was unhappy, and he had a posture of concocting him, so he quickly coughed and turned into a gentleman.
Old people like polite young people, this is always right, Duke decided to leave a good impression on Liudaoxian.
There is a saying, the first impression is very important!
"I have seen six immortals, I don't know it's your dojo, Meng Lang was before."
Duke's remarks were very respectful, sincere and not deliberate. Although the chakras of the six immortals in front of him are very thin, as if they will disappear in the next second, Duke is very clear that this is an illusion.
(End of this chapter)
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