The cat turned his pupils in grief again, and used the light from the corner of his eyes to stare at the dark green tree branches around his neck.

She could feel this strange tree, rapidly absorbing the chakra in her body, and as her body was constantly overdrawn, the memories hidden by the years began to wake up.

The memories of a thousand years ago became clear, and she remembered that there was a person who had such a wood escape.

It is Asura from the Six Path Immortals.

The tailed beasts witnessed the battle between him and Indra.

Staying in the old man's body half asleep and half awake can be said to be their most worry-free time.

The power is constantly passing, but the hearing is not declining at all.

She heard the wind roaring.

The wind pressure that had been engraved into the depths of her soul once again hit, waving the blue flame patterns on her body, fluctuating irregularly in the hurricane.

The cat's eyes, dozens of times larger than the tiger's eyes, had a look of ashes, and their bodies began to tremble unconsciously, waiting for the arrival of darkness.

Will it eventually disappear in the ninja world for decades?

The wind became clearer and she had already been judged in her heart.

"Bang!"

The strong shock waves of the earth made her open her eyes, and the blue demon god stood in front of her calmly, and the giant blue wings passing through the shoulder armor were turning into crystal clear and dissipating in the air.

The majestic figure blocked the sunlight, and the rich shadow made the second tail's pupils continue to expand, and the scene inside the prism was clearly seen.

The two men in red armor were smiling at each other with a smile on their lips, making her sobbing sounds in grief.

Do you make you so happy when you see the tailed beast making a fool of yourself?

The scene that happened in the prism next made her feel even more frightened and shook her head wildly to break free from the cage.

The man carrying a round fan jumped out first and walked towards her along the layers of wooden armor.

The sound of the impact of the armor gradually stopped. Hashirama walked forward and raised his hand and knocked it, piercing into the tree branch: "The wood escape transformed by the sacred tree feels completely different from the previous one!"

The spots rotated the Sharingan and could clearly see the extremely tiny tree patterns on the surface of the branches, which were indeed exactly the same as those on the surface of the ten-tailed body.

"Save a little bit of use, the number is limited after all."

Hashima carefully stroked the surface of the tree branch, and a texture comparable to metal came into his mind, making him turn his head reluctantly and look at the spots, and smiled and said, "This trick is called cutting."

"It's really a random name." The angry cat with a slanted eyes made her quiet instantly, "The potted plant you sent me is almost dead. When you return to the village, remember to use wooden escape to rescue it."

Niuwei suddenly felt a little aggrieved. She was imprisoned here and was ruthlessly ignored by the two of them.

"Is it necessary to treat the tailed beast with only two tails so grandly?"

An indignant female voice rang behind Hashimara. He turned around and scratched his head embarrassedly, saying, "It is inevitable that the strength will be difficult to control for the first time using the new technique."

It was used on her for the first time. Erwei turned her face and stared at the horizon sadly, as if only the clouds could heal her inner pain.

The moment she turned her head, ninjas coming from afar were densely distributed in this small basin as rained.

Many people squatted down, touched the brown soil layer, and felt the blow caused by their chakra.

"This is our strength."

A low murmur sounded in the crowd, arousing a strong resonance. Many people looked at each other and saw the joy in each other's eyes.

"This is a miracle!"

The ninja from the Hidden Village of Fog opened his eyes wide and staggered towards the demon god standing on the earth.

The long hair hanging in his ears and Malu Mei on his forehead showed his identity.

It is a ninja from the Takeo clan.

"It turns out that the Hinaga clan did not deceive us, and there is really a miracle in Konoha Hidden Village."

The ghost lamp Huanyue, who immediately noticed something wrong in the crowd, directed the ninjas in the surrounding fog hidden village to look at him and sighed helplessly. He should not have taken these violent craziers out of the village.

"The Vortex Clan is ready to seal it."

Madara felt the dense footsteps coming from behind, and then Hai Wei's voice also came.

Hashirama nodded at him.

Madara skillfully raised his right hand and grabbed the fan handle, injecting chakra into it, strong wind suddenly appeared, whirling the steel jungle.

The roots of the tree branches connect the earth, making unbearable cracking sounds, and tiny stones and smoke ruthlessly passed by Erwei.

After a loud bang, the steel jungle was uprooted by the surging wind and blew down not far away.

The sound of bells resounded throughout the basin, focusing on everyone's gaze, and looking at the vortex clan standing in front of them.

The red hair of the logo fluttered without wind, and the chains emitted from them were lit up with golden light in the air.

One.

Ten ways.

Hundreds of ways.

The two tails lying on the ground were tied together, and the iron chains wrapped around her and tied her into a golden insect cocoon.

Hashirama turned around with satisfaction, faced everyone's eyes, slowly raised his arms and opened them toward the sun.

The shadow of his fingers blocked his eyes and suddenly clenched his palm. The sound resounded throughout the battlefield with the waved fist. "The tailed beasts are all sealed!"

Cheers were like thunder and drums, exploding in the crowd.

Standing in the distance, Lu Sheng looked at the curve of the corner of Madara's mouth and muttered to the white-haired man with a bad face beside him: "You can consider the Naruto's copywriting in the future, so let the teacher take care of it alone."

Tobirama stared at the noisy crowd, pinching her fists to make a sound. She was about to say something, but was interrupted by a gentle voice behind her.

"Taibashi Tobirama, can I draw a picture for you?"

His eyes turned and looked at the girl from the Ma family who clenched her fists in her chest and seemed uneasy. The slightest displeasure in his heart also dissipated, "Of course."

The girl happily took out the scroll from her ninja bag and skillfully unsealed the seal. She held the palette and raised her brush toward Tobirama and painted it on the drawing board.

"That's amazing."

Lu Sheng approached quietly and sighed in a low voice towards the vivid scene on the canvas.

"It's not as exaggerated as Lu Shengjun said. Many people in our clan are better than me."

The outlined brush stopped, and the girl from the pommel horse family explained with her eyes flashing.

“Are there many people?”

Lu Sheng walked quietly to the side without disturbing the girl who was seriously painting.

After joining Konoha, the saddle horse clan heard a comparison of their clan's abilities in the fire core.

The Uchiha clan triggers illusions through visual means, while they use the ability of blood-relay boundaries to cause sensory gods in a certain place to fall into illusions without realizing them.

Fortunately, her name is not Yakumo, otherwise he would have begun to worry that Tobira might fall into the world of Shizuki, which belongs to the Atsuma family.

The painting was completed soon after, Tobirama took the scroll from the girl's hand and looked at herself in the painting with satisfaction.

Seeing Tomoma's eyes flashing with a suitable look, the girl sighed and said goodbye to them with a long sigh of relief, and walked happily towards the location where Jiri and theirs were.

Tobira put away the painting and looked into the girl's direction. He didn't expect that Momohua was so attractive, leaving only a group of boys led by Lu Sheng.

"Taiba Tobima, did you notice a word just now?"

"What word?"

“Many people.”

Lu Sheng's answer was stunned for a moment, his eyes moved along his fingers, and most of the ninjas present were surrounded by the towering demon god.

"A souvenir painting of 30,000 taels, they should be happy to record this scene."

"It should be 50,000 taels!" Tobirama's eyes shone and counted the number of people, "There are all elite ninjas here, and they are not short of money! So many people don't know how much wealth they want to add to the village."

"Remember to share the money with the people of the pommel horse clan."

Lu Sheng opened the Sharingan in the crowd, looking for the location where the patriarch of the Saddle Horse tribe was.

After getting the exact location, Tobirama disappeared instantly. He didn't know that the food was expensive if he was not in charge. Such a large amount of extra money could not slip away from him no matter what.

"Forehead..."

Rizhan looked at the disappearing teacher in a daze.

Lu Sheng patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and take a photo with Lord Sasuke! I will wait until tomorrow if I step late."

Sarutobi Hiruzen glanced at the bright yellow sky, woke up from a dream and grabbed Danzo with a confused look on his face, and ran towards the crowd.

Danzo felt a pain in his wrist, but that didn't matter.
Chapter completed!