From the demon lord, the world will be in chaos

"Has Black Zetsu been solved?" Zhao Zheng turned his head slightly and asked Uchiha Madara.

Uchiha Madara showed a subtle embarrassment on his face, shook his head slightly, and said: "He ran away!"

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"My White Zetsu army can't be used anymore!"

"Waste!" Zhao Zheng commented expressionlessly, his contemptuous eyes pierced Uchiha Madara's heart.

With a swish, his illusory eyes turned into burning flames, and his purple pupils were full of anger.

"Then let him live for a while longer!"

Looking at the red-hot Uchiha Madara, Zhao Zheng did not provoke him again, but pointed to the ninja army in front and said: "The first battle to become famous in the ninja world must be fought beautifully!"

"Otherwise! It will make people feel desperate!"

As if he wanted to save some face, Uchiha Madara's gloomy face said hoarsely: "It will be over soon!"

"I will take the lead."

After saying that, he wore black gloves, grabbed a bunch of messy and tangled black hair, pondered for a few seconds and asked: "I can summon the dead souls from the underworld now!"

"Do you want to revive Hashirama?"

Zhao Zheng picked up the Flame Beer, took a sip, and said in silence for a long time: "Are you sure you can change his mind?"

"He is of no use to me!"

"I can understand." Uchiha Madara nodded with a slightly heavy expression.

Suddenly, he keenly noticed the possibility that he had missed, so he asked in doubt: "With your great power, can't you change his character?"

Zhao Zheng looked at him, his black eyes were as deep as a quiet night.

He sighed and said, "If your personality is changed, will you still be Uchiha Madara?"

Uchiha Madara was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of a possibility. Senju Hashirama's personality has been changed. Can he really become his best friend?

Seeing his reaction, Zhao Zheng smiled, and there seemed to be some light flashing in his black pupils: "This world is big, but it is also very small!"

"Follow me, you will be able to appreciate other worlds one day, and then you will understand what it means to be a drop in the ocean."

"You will meet new enemies and new friends!"

Uchiha Madara nodded thoughtfully, took a deep breath, and said with a serious expression:

"I hope the other shadow generals will not be weak, I will not recognize the existence of those weaker than me!"

Zhao Zheng took a deep look at him and sighed: "Your brother is not good either?"

"Hmm?" Uchiha Madara wanted to open his mouth, but he couldn't say anything, so he wisely closed his mouth, stood up suddenly, and drew a symbol representing Zhao Zheng on his chest.

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Water Country.

In Zhao Zheng's impression, it is a country full of desolation and misery.

In the original work, the fourth generation Mizukage controlled by Uchiha Obito created the Blood Mist Village in the village, and all the Blood Stain families were basically killed.

But the current Water Kingdom has not experienced these things. Although the ruling third generation Mizukage is good at governing, he is still somewhat powerless in the face of the old Blood Stain families in the Hidden Mist Village.

The family headed by the Hozuki clan basically controls most of the upward channels in the village.

As a result, many young and promising ninjas can only rely on these Blood Stain families to get some resources.

Although the ninja world is not peaceful at present, the Water Kingdom, as one of the five major countries, is relatively peaceful and safe.

There is no tension and oppression facing the Third Ninja World War.

And today the long-term peace of this village was broken.

"Bang!"

With a loud explosion, a figure slowly rose from the sky, overlooking the entire Hidden Mist Village.

"Who is it?"

"Enemy attack! Be alert!"

Instantly, figures appeared on the roofs, looking at the lone figure in the sky with a vigilant look.

"What? Just one person?" A ninja wearing a fox mask said with some disdain.

"Don't underestimate this person! A flying ninja means that many of us can't touch him at all!" A ninja frowned and reminded.

"Humph! No matter what, he is just one person! He dared to break into our Kirigakure alone. If we can't chop off his head, the reputation of our village will end here!"

This statement was recognized by most ninjas, and they prepared to perform ninjutsu together to beat down this arrogant ninja.

"How boring!"

"It seems that I have to let you know what it means to respect the strong!"

Uchiha Madara looked at the ninjas below with a hint of disdain, raised his right hand slightly, and said indifferently:

"Shinra Tensei!"

A huge amount of chakra instantly surged out of Uchiha Madara's body, spreading ruthlessly around him.

Shouts, shouts, howls, and curses were combined into a cacophony that shook the earth.

Uchiha Madara's attack lasted less than a few minutes, and the entire Kirigakure Village was already a river of blood, with corpses everywhere.

Before these Kirigakure ninjas could react, countless ninjas wearing the Kirigakure logo rushed out from all directions, rushed into the Kirigakure Village, and began a new round of massacres against the remaining ninjas.

Uchiha Madara stood in the air with his head held high, laughing wildly, with dazzling brilliance flashing in his purple eyes.

"Ban, pay attention to your image!"

Zhao Zheng suddenly appeared beside Uchiha Madara, asking him not to act so crazy.

Uchiha twisted his neck to stop the excitement in his heart.

"I haven't moved my muscles for a long time, Your Majesty!"

"Alright!" Zhao Zheng crossed his arms and nodded, indicating that he could do as he pleased.

"Hahahahaha, I didn't expect that this Kirigakure is getting worse and worse, and there is no opponent who can dance with it!" Uchiha Madara kept laughing wildly, and the wind on the battlefield was strong, blowing his black hair wildly, and his magic flames were arrogant.

At this moment, only one in ten people from the Kirigakure Village below survived. Facing the siege of the Rain Village ninjas, it can be said that those who can survive are elites.

"Found it!" Uchiha Madara's eyes condensed and found the main target of this trip.

The Jinchūriki of the three-tailed Isobu and the six-tailed rhino.

"Hahaha, let me see your capacity!" Uchiha Madara let out a long roar, flicked his long sleeves, and his figure turned into a ball of magic mist.

The magic mist was surprisingly comfortable, shuttling through the battlefield, and in a few breaths, it was in front of the three-tailed Isobu Jinchuriki.

"Not good!" The three-tailed Jinchuriki's heart sank, and before he could react, he was controlled by Uchiha Madara.

"Waste!"

Uchiha Madara snorted coldly, and didn't expect that he hadn't exerted any strength, just a tentative hypnosis, and the battle had ended.

The strength of this Jinchuriki is not good!

At this moment, a huge figure like a hill jumped up and flew over a distance of more than ten feet, and smashed in front of Uchiha Madara.

"Roar!"

The six-tailed Jinchuriki had changed his form at this moment, turning into a chakra monster with five tails behind him. He roared, like a thunderbolt, and the battlefield was silent.

Then the remaining ninjas of the Hidden Mist Village were greatly encouraged, and the casualties of the ninjas were significantly reduced.