Ninja World: Insect Princess from Konoha

Chapter 775

As far as the soul is concerned, without a body, it cannot affect the material world, and without life energy, it cannot produce chakra, that is, it cannot do anything.

Therefore, pure light has no killing effect on it.

The light gradually dissipated, revealing groups of souls, clearly separated from each other, occupying a small space.

It's a bit like a pigeon cage.

The only belongings are just a phantom fire that is always burning alone, and the conditions are very bad.

And people are separated from each other, including the souls of animals.

Why do we need to isolate? There is a saying that enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.

Can't fight between souls? It must be fought.

The old man of six paths also tried his best.

Once the fog of isolation cleared, chaos ensued.

It's your voice that keeps coming and going.

Hug together and cry bitterly.

Hugging and wrestling wrestling.

The scene was extremely chaotic.

Thinking of Mito living in such a place, Miki couldn't help but sigh, is this a place where people can live.

So, find someone first.

As the giant Susano moved, his footsteps moved like a mountain, and the souls underneath jumped up like a group of rats, and no one wanted to hit them.

However, such a conspicuous volume target has attracted the soul's attention.

Walk around casually, and then wait for the person you are looking for to find you.

Will the old man of the Six Paths come to him for a theory?

Maggie was very interested in this question.

A photo appeared in my hand, the young boy was wearing sunglasses, with an arrogant expression on my face.

This is Maggie's father.

So, how do you say hello when you meet?

Forget it, let it go.

Wherever the giant Susano went, the souls scattered and fled, especially the ninjas from other villages, who turned their heads and ran fast, and as they moved forward, finally, someone opened their hands to block Susano.

"It's me! Miki! Miki!"

"Don't shoot!"

Meiji took a closer look and turned her head in disgust.

"Cut, three generations old man."

The three-generation old man jumped up and down, waving his hands constantly.

"I'm here!!!"

I don't know what the old man of Liudao has done. In this land, the soul can't fly, and can only move according to the habits in front of him.

Jiri clearly controlled Susano to move, ignoring Sandai who was jumping up and down at his feet.

Without Chakra, the third generation can't climb up, so they can only be anxious.

How did I piss her off?

ignore me! ?

Chasing after Susanoko's buttocks, he ran vigorously and shouted, "Miki! Miki! Miki!!!"

"Do you remember when I invited you to dinner when I was young? Zhili! Hey! Zhili!"

"Hitomi! Hitomi! I taught you swordsmanship, do you still remember!?"

"Is Tsunade here!? Tsunade!!!"

The three-generation old man is really in a hurry.

"Tell Lake Biwa for me! I'm fine, don't worry!"

"Meiji! Hold up! What did I do wrong! I admit it!"

This old man.

Maggie laughed.

Still didn't think about it.

Gradually, some of Konohakata's souls gathered at Susano's feet, and they followed each other and exchanged greetings.

"What a coincidence, you're dead too."

"That's right, he's dead too."

"Captain, Captain! Here!"

"Ah, grandpa!"

Those who recognized their relatives began to recognize their relatives.

With the family as the unit, reunite together, and as a steady stream of souls join in, the scale begins to grow huge.

At the same time, the rest of the ninja villages are also in a similar situation. With their different camps, they continue to gather around Susanohu. The leaders are all familiar old faces. According to seniority, the first generation and the second generation take over the leadership.

However, in addition to this, there is also a special force.

In the Warring States period, the old people's power gathered in the family as a unit. Many of them were people who died before the village was built, and they had deep hatred for each other.

However, the number is a bit wrong.

But considering that the soul will wear and dissipate over time, this number is normal.

Meiji turned her head to look at Yantong, she seemed a little nervous because she was anxious about seeing her father soon.

Zhili, on the other hand, was emotionally stable.

As more and more people gathered, the Third Hokage gradually calmed down and stopped jumping up and down.

To say why, a special person joined Konoha's camp.

Second generation and first generation.

The command of Konoha was naturally transferred to the first generation.

But with the addition of the Thousand-handed Buddha Room in the Warring States Period, whether it was the second generation or the first generation, they lost their temper, and there were a few thousand-handed kids behind them, who seemed to be their younger brothers.

However, with the arrival of the Uchiha forces, especially the presence of veterans of the Warring States Period headed by Uchiha Tajima, the atmosphere became subtle.

Both sides stared blankly, killing intent.

Not far from the side, the Warring States veterans of the Hyuga clan all sneered and watched the show with their chests folded.

The leader, Hinata Zhitenin, shrank behind the old father like a frost-beaten eggplant.

Susano came up, Jiri looked down at the scene.

"Tajima?"

The former head of the Uchiha clan, Madara's father.

"It's really going to cause trouble."

Zhili glanced at Miki.

"There's really nothing I can do about you."

The Uchiha clan, of course, I have the final say, no one is allowed to destroy the current Uchiha situation, even these Sengoku old men in their [-]s and [-]s and too young Sengoku brats.

You have to listen to me.

If you don't agree, then make a gesture.

"It's really scary for young people." Fujian looked up at Susano and said, slapping the back of Zhuoma's head with hatred, pointing at his nose and cursing: "Where are our family members!"

Not far away, Tajima raised his neck to the sky with a proud expression on his face.

My son, Madara, really lived up to the expectations and cultivated excellent juniors.

Now your son is dead, and my son is not dead, this is the gap.

On the side, some Uchiha personnel after the village was built looked up at Susano with complex expressions.

The genius is like a door, silently and quickly collecting information and inquiring about the situation.

The name of the second generation is still very useful, and people in the village are willing to tell him what they want to know, especially the third generation.

"Teima-sensei" III couldn't explain it in words, and said, "The times are different."

"Why is it different?" Tokai said with a puzzled face, "Is the village in Uchiha's hands?"

"No." Sandai said, "It's still in Tsunade's hands."

"That's good." He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh." Sarutobi sighed, and glanced at his old father, Sasuke Sarutobi, who didn't intend to talk to him from a distance.

At this time, Toma turned his head unnaturally, not far away, the young Uchiha Izumi was staring at Toma with fiery eyes.

Judging by his posture, he was about to rush over and beat himself up.

Really top ah!

He rubbed his forehead between the leaves, and glanced at the silly big brother who was crying and laughing with his younger brothers.

Meiji looked at the situation below, and her eyes fell on the oily girl clan.

The three grandpas were still a little confused, not knowing what was going on.

The brothers chatted with each other to reminisce about the past, you and I talked about Mei Ji's situation, the old Huang Li from N years ago.

"I don't know what happened to that stinky girl, Mei Ji."

Looking at this extra-large Susanoo, Grandpa is worried.

"My oil girl clan is still too weak."

The second grandfather and the third grandfather nodded in agreement and sighed.

"It's incredibly powerful to actually be able to invade the Netherland."

Cold knowledge, the soul cannot perform ninjutsu.

Those who come must be alive.

"Brother, have you noticed that people around you look at us strangely?"

The grandfather looked up and looked around, wondering: "Is there?"

"Yes, especially those sandy, rocky, cloudy, and foggy ones on the opposite side."

"Looks like we killed their whole family."

The second grandfather calmly analyzed.

"How is it possible." The third grandfather insisted: "We are not some kind of devil."

(End of this chapter)