Uchiha's Dimensional Invasion Plan

"How boring! Is this all your power?"

Suddenly, Madara, who was about to launch the next wave of attacks, stopped moving and stopped in the sky.

Seeing this, everyone's hearts trembled, and they immediately knew that Bai Bai was about to make a move.

Hashirama's face was calm: "Madara, stop, your plan can't bring real happiness to people. Peace needs to be created with hands, not manipulated."

Madara asked: "Then the creation you led was successful?"

Hashirama's face darkened and he didn't answer.

Madara smiled coldly: "A mere loser dares to speak up!"

Hashirama frowned and said in a deep voice: "I believe that everyone's heart is actually longing for peace. As long as everyone is willing to try, peace can be passed on to everyone."

"The wishes of others should not be in our hands. Even if we fail, we should try to change, instead of deciding everything through power."

Madara curled his lips disdainfully: "It's just the barking words of an incompetent person. The choice is due to the limitation of ability. Your ability is insufficient, so you can only use indifferent empty words to achieve your goal."

"And I have the power to change the world, so I can do what I want without restraint, instead of being like a weakling like you who uses your innocence to convince the world."

After saying that, Madara seemed too lazy to argue anymore, he directly raised the Zen staff in his hand and swung it downwards.

Feeling the power contained in this blow, Hashirama's pupils shrank and he shouted decisively: "Quickly spread out!"

Although the sound was transmitted to everyone's ears at the beginning of the attack, everyone was still unable to react in time because the Zen staff was swung too fast.

The short Zen staff quickly expanded and expanded in the moment it was waved. When it reached the top of the crowd, it still turned into a cattail leaf fan that covered the sky and the sun.

Before the fan could even fall, the roaring wind overwhelmed everyone so that they could not lift their heads. Just by looking at it, one could guess how terrifying the destructive power contained in this blow was.

There was almost no hesitation. Hashirama, who was very experienced in combat, decisively put his hands together to form a seal the moment the leaf fan appeared.

The ground trembled, and a huge palm rushed up from behind Hashirama, facing the cattail fan in the sky.

—— boom

The dull sound almost burst everyone's eardrums, and the huge impact swallowed up everything around them at the moment when the palms of the hands hit each other.

The moment the broad and solid Hope City gate was hit by the impact, it turned into rubble and scattered soil, and was pushed flat.

The pervasive wind and sand and tumbling dust mist fluctuated, covering the entire battlefield, blurred, and nothing could be seen.

After launching the attack, Madara retracted the Amazona spear lightly, glanced at the deep pit with no movement in disdain, and slowly rose into the sky.

——cough cough cough

A low cough sounded in the pit, and Onogi's voice came: "Is everyone okay?"

The voice passed for a long time before a few answers came back: "Tsuchikage-sama... We are fine."

The low, sluggish tone made Onoki's heart sink.

It wasn't because the death was too heavy to expect, but because the subordinates didn't seem to want to continue fighting. Literature

Their homes were lost, relatives and friends died, and those who were arrested were arrested. Like a group of homeless ronin, they followed Tuying and wandered around.

Madara said, to create a world without war, where everyone can find happiness. In fact, Ohnoki had expected that such words would have an impact on these people who were on the verge of desperation, but he did not expect the impact to come like this quick.

At least as far as he is concerned, he has to experience two more failures before he can talk about compromise and give up.

After thinking about it, Onogi was about to say a few words of encouragement to boost everyone's morale.

However, before he could shout, the strong wind swept past, and Hashirama shouted with a solemn face: "Everyone, we haven't lost yet. Although we can't defeat him, as long as we can prevent him from using illusions, victory will still be there." Belongs to us.”

"That tree may be the sacred tree that Madara mentioned. If we can cut it down before the magic is activated, maybe the illusion will be destroyed by itself. Please help me."

As he said that, Zhu Jian put his hands together, and the thousand-meter-high giant Buddha stood upright again.

Grasping the light of hope brought by Hashirama at this moment, Onoki quickly shouted: "There is no other choice. Our family and friends are still waiting for us to rescue. Come on, let's work together to attack the tree trunk and we must destroy it completely." collapse."

Upstairs, Jie looked at the disappearing Tianzhao Spear in surprise, and sighed in his heart about Madara's ability and strong will.

Whether it is the Sword of the Heart or the Amanuma Spear that extends from it, to put it bluntly, they are all products of one's own will. They are similar to his simple Yin Escape.

Being able to transform such a large cattail leaf fan in the moment of taking action, Madara's Yin Release may be much inferior to him, but in terms of attainment and will, he is probably not much lower than him.

Jie guessed, maybe the other party had mastered the Yin-Yang escape a long time ago, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible to use this power so easily.

Putting down his evaluation of Madara's combat strength, Jie glanced at the edge of the outer city. The people there were still retreating. It seemed that the battle outside was too frightening. Many people were worried that Hope City would be destroyed, so they carried a lot of bags .

It seems that there is a direct sense of moving, so that the progress of the evacuation is delayed a lot.

Seeing this, Jie's displeasure flashed across his face, and he was planning to give up on those guys.

The densely packed arms mixed with countless ninjutsu attacked again, Madara's eyes darkened, and he became a little annoyed.

The speed of his ascension stopped suddenly, he threw up the Zen staff in his hand, then spread his five fingers, stretched out his hands and pushed lightly at everyone.

The dazzling thunder light bloomed, forming a laser grid, and collided with the Buddha's arm and various escape techniques.

The super penetrating and cutting power of lightning is like a decomposing machine of all materials, tearing it to pieces almost the moment it comes into contact with the attack.

And still pushing toward the Buddha with unabated momentum.

Feeling that the power of thunder and lightning was too astonishing, Hashirama was about to direct the crowd to gather points to attack, consuming a gap.

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble, cracks appeared one after another, and countless tree roots sprang out from the ground, completely surrounding everyone.

"Don't panic, everyone get together and take care of each other." Seeing that the power grid was approaching, Hashirama, who was powerless to be distracted, had no choice but to comfort him casually, and began to concentrate on dealing with the attack from the sky.

He also has excellent perception, and he knows very well that the power grid in the sky is far more dangerous than the roots in the ground. Once that thing falls, they will be wiped out if they are not careful.

Lightning burst out, and he saw that the power grid that was unstoppable just now was actually more fragile than paper, and was easily torn to pieces by the giant Buddha. Hashirama's eyes widened, and he was slightly stunned.

At this moment when he was stunned, countless trivial electric lights fell from the sky like raindrops and fell into the crowd.

The noisy screams sounded, and Hashirama was startled. Just as he was about to block the falling lightning rain, two pitch-black sticks penetrated his back silently, nailing him firmly to the ground. On the Buddha's head.