Naruto Blood Mist Confusion

Although she really wanted to be willful, but the situation did not allow it, Liuli could only put her thoughts on the back burner, and stayed on the boat obediently, drifting in the calm weather for more than half a month.

I have been to countless small islands, even the deserted ones, but in the end I found nothing.

Liuli thought about possible answers in her mind more than once. No one can be isolated from the world. No one can bear the kind of return to the primitive life. After years of changes, what are the possibilities...

It is impossible for any ethnic group to exist permanently. The Uchiha clan was destroyed, the Senju clan was divided into Konoha, and its name has disappeared. In decades, perhaps the original Aoi clan also has no trace of existence. After all The explanation of the sickle at the beginning was to hide from the world and avoid possible enemies, so the name "Aoi" would not be used.

If this is the case, even if you want to identify it, it will be extremely difficult...

Liuli sighed, if it wasn't for Sickle Blade's request at that time, and a little curiosity in her heart, she really didn't want to be so troublesome, even in this boundless sea area, she would not dare to neglect her practice at all.

Different from the hard work and sweat required for the practice of Taijutsu, the practice of Ninjutsu is more important to be repeatedly verified and perfected, and based on this foundation, it is the exploration of escapism one by one.

"Miss Liuli, not far ahead, there should be a small island called 'Linye'." A warrior came over and said.

Liuli recovered from her thoughts, raised her head to look, and could barely see the extremely narrow shoreline as far as she could see.

"Understood." There was not much expectation in the girl's eyes, and she said calmly: "According to the previous method, it is enough for me and Yuhihong to go there..."

The reason for this is because the first time he landed rashly, there was a small conflict with the local people, and two of the eight warriors were slightly injured.

In the end, although it was easy to vent their anger on them, Liuli also understood that the Aoi group, whether it existed or not, would not be on this conflicting island.

At the very least, it should be a ninja. After all, the advantages of having power outweigh the disadvantages. However, the samurai has indeed declined...

The so-called sword-drawing technique and Iai slash are almost nonexistent moves in legends. Today, the only one who still maintains the name of a warrior is the neutral country Iron Country.

If you have time in the future, maybe you can go to that place to find out how their warriors practiced.

With a flash of thought, the girl then gave a slight signal to Yuhi Hong, and when the boat approached, she stepped on the water and walked slowly towards it.

There are two more people on the endless sea, which will naturally attract the attention of others, but after Yuhihong next to him has performed the illusion, his sight will form a wrong perception here.

"What are you staring at me for?" Liuli keenly noticed this and asked curiously.

Xi Hihong's eyes flickered imperceptibly, and said in a low voice: "What are you going to do that day?"

The nonsensical behavior that seemed to have broken his head, even now, still makes him a little worried.

The smile in the corner of Liuli's eyes softened slightly, and she said softly, "I just want to experience where the limit of water is..."

Water... the limit?
Yuhihong didn't know why, but this was the girl's catkin stretched out and grabbed her delicate hand, and some dark golden gravel seemed to rise from the water.

"This is too slow, let's hurry up."

The moment her feet accelerated, Yuhihong leaned back due to inertia, and when she was about to lose her center of gravity, she was pulled tightly by Liuli.

"Maybe it will be noticed..." Yuhihong said in a low voice with a little reproach in the red eyes.

But the girl didn't care much: "So what if I saw it."

There has never been a strong man with extreme strength in the original work. This possibility is almost zero. Indeed, when Liuli and Yuhihong came there, they found that it was just a deserted island.

Regarding this, Liuli just sighed silently, took out the map, and silently crossed a small point in it.

"Another one has been ruled out, but only the unknown ones on the map, there are still many left..."

The same scene continued to play out. If it weren't for the ships that could stop at the islands that communicated with the Snow Country for supplies, even the daily diet would have serious problems.

There are more and more marks on the map. After gradually covering all the areas, the girl's eyes are set on a corner.

After all, as long as there are islands with communities, after decades, even if you can’t build ships on your own small island, there will definitely be other ships coming. As long as there is communication, there must be a certain way of transportation and lifestyle. Therefore, there will also be a certain connection between similar small islands.

The underground exchange was not involved here, and it lacked the energy to pay attention to such an insignificant place, but Liuli and Yuhihong gradually noticed the island named "Xiaoye" through various inquiries and even illusions.

There is nothing special about it, the only thing that makes Liuli doubtful is that the people there don't have surnames...

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Deidara was slightly delayed along the way because... he was admiring his own art.

Art may represent a typical characteristic of an aesthetic level, that is, creative behavior on a spiritual level, without any strict boundaries, but Didara is not clear about these things. This 12-year-old guy just knows, Every moment of explosion can bring him unprecedented satisfaction.

This has been the case since a long time ago, the fanaticism in his heart made him regard this art as the most important thing in his life, no, even if he sacrificed his own life, he had to defend it.

And at the beginning, the person who brought him to this field was on this island?

The big bird made of clay seemed to be still in the air, and Didara stood quietly on it, looking down at the green island under the white clouds.

I heard from the old man that this place was originally covered with ice and snow, but I didn't expect it to become so beautiful now. Is this also a kind of art?
"The other party is indeed an artist, um..."

Didara stood high in the sky with one hand resting on his chin, thinking about it seriously, but he had already forgotten the explanation of the two scales Onoki, and his master just wanted him to go. Explore the real situation in this Snow Country.

Enemies who once had grievances, as deep as the two scales, Onoki naturally would not ignore them, not to mention, all of them were S-level rebels, but his disciple was destined to be unreliable.

What should an artist do when they meet each other?

Didara thought carefully with his different thinking circuit from ordinary people, and the fiery meaning gradually appeared in his eyes.

When an artist meets an artist, it is necessary to prove whose art is correct. I want her to really see my art a long time ago, um...

"crunch..."

A tooth-piercing sound came from the hands, and several small clay spiders appeared from the hands, and then Didara swung his sleeves, scattering them from the sky.

"Announce my arrival in an artistic way, um..."

The golden hair was swaying freely among the high-altitude clouds, Didara nodded deeply, and at the same time, put one hand on his forehead, forming a mudra with one hand.

In such a completely unprepared situation, it is naturally impossible for Snow Country to notice the danger coming, and not many people even noticed those clay spiders.

"drink--!"

He let out a low growl, and suddenly a few small black smoke appeared on the ground, and some explosions could be faintly heard, but compared to the huge Snow Country, they were only insignificant sporadic points.

In his heart, it was out of the most basic respect for artists, and then...

The giant clay island flapped its wings fiercely, and swooped down. The wind blew the golden hair behind him like a knife, but his expression was clearly full of excitement.

"Didn't you find it? Then this time, sneak in low-key? Or just let her know..."

For a moment, he thought of Tiantian Ping Onogi's explanation, but then he ignored it. The distance is so far, that old man can't even try to restrict him...

He held the palm of his hand and moved it slightly. This time, what appeared from inside was a larger piece of clay. Looking carefully, it looked like a transport crane with a huge mouth.

"Where did you throw it this time?"

At a slightly closer distance, Didara's eyes showed a thoughtful look, looking at the many buildings below, and looked at the obvious places as he wished.

"The highest place, um..."

There was exactly where Fenghua Xiaoxue, the lord of Snow Country, was located, but there was no warning sign at this time, after all, the attack from the sky was the most unpredictable.

The transport crane became bigger against the wind, and swooped down directly, but no one knew how powerful this power would be...

The excitement in Deidara's eyes was getting stronger and stronger, and he was about to approach the castle, and his left hand was already holding the seal formula on his chest.

"Art, it's explosion... huh?"

This time, the habitual mantra "hmm" is different from the deep one in the past, but the tone has increased a lot.

There was some surprise in his eyes, he didn't know when, and he didn't know where it appeared, pieces of paper appeared on Big Bird's body, binding him.

"Boom--!"

The sound of the explosion sounded from directly above, and the sound waves caused by the sound even slightly shook the Snow Country Castle.

The warriors were startled, and hurriedly looked for Fenghua Xiaoxue, and subconsciously looked up...

A thick mushroom-like smoke!
Above, apart from the shock in Didara's eyes, there seemed to be a hint of fanaticism, because...

The source of the explosion was not his own clay, but those strange papers.