Douluo Zhibo Madara

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After leaving the house, Youban wandered aimlessly through the streets of the Killing City, and soon attracted several obviously malicious looks.

The killing capital here is full of accomplished villains!

Madara didn't pay attention to the few little tails following behind him, but walked straight along the street towards the Hell Killing Fields.

Soon he stopped in front of a dark-style two-story building. It was adjacent to the Hell Killing Fields and was very accessible in all directions. Madara went to the Hell Killing Fields every day to participate in life-and-death fights.

To be able to own a house in this location, the owner must have strength and cannot be underestimated, otherwise he would have been devoured by those villains, including the skin and bones!

As for how Madara obtained such a property in the Killing City, all he had to do was rush in and kill the original owner with his own strength!The law of the jungle is the biggest original sin of the weak.

Madara cast a sideways glance behind him and found that when he arrived in front of the house, the few with little tails following him were actually lingering in the distance and did not dare to come over.

Madara ignored them and kicked the entire door violently, causing a loud noise that quickly woke up the owner of the house.

"Bastard, I'm giving you a chance. Kneel down and fix the door for me right now. I just woke up and I don't want to kill anyone yet!" A man with a figure as slender as a bamboo pole walked out drowsily and yawned. He looked at Madara and said.

"Really?" Madara opened his mouth and smiled, revealing his neat white teeth. A massive amount of murderous aura and blood surged out of his seemingly thin body, making the man who was originally still standing with a bamboo pole suddenly stand stiffly. land.

Huge roars and killing roars echoed in the two-story building, but soon disappeared. Other tails followed and looked at each other, annoyed that they were so unlucky to meet a fool who died in vain. Choose to leave.

But they didn't expect that some of them would be dead, and some of the prey in their eyes would be spotted. On the contrary, they had always been afraid of men with bamboo poles.

Madara looked at him lying on the ground covered in blood and dying. He could die at any time. The man with the bamboo pole spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva with disdain, "A soul saint is actually so weak! Sure enough, he was promoted to an evil soul master by relying on those crooked ways!"

As for who has this blood?Of course, it accidentally splashed out from the wound on the bamboo pole man's body, which was so dense that it was scary.

Madara quickly took a while to throw the body out and clean it up. There was blood, battle damage and furniture. The house changed its doors and became an asset of Uchiha.

There were all kinds of decorative arts and luxurious furniture in the room, but Madara had cleared them all up as garbage.

In Uchiha Madara's opinion, this physical enjoyment will only wear away the will of the strong, and other than that, it has no effect on Madara's path to becoming stronger.

Now the room only has a simple bed, a cupboard, a dining table and a table. It suddenly feels a lot empty and even makes people feel a little shabby.

After a busy day, Madara finally arrived at the Killing City. Even though there was basically no sky here during the day and at night, it was always so scarlet with any changes.

Madara took off his sickle and fan and put them on his ninja bag next to the bed, but still put them on his leggings in case of emergencies, and then slept with his clothes on.

Madara quickly fell into sleep, but he didn't realize that the strange beads that Wang Yuyue had stored in his ninja bag started to flicker in and out of light.

Madara suddenly felt a chill in his chest, and subconsciously rolled to the side. A blue-purple claw with long claws stabbed the place where Madara was just now.

"What's going on here? Who are you?" Madara stared solemnly at the image opposite. Before, he encountered a night rain and black water. It seemed that there was a strange figure made of black and purple all over the body, and his huge claws were removed from the body. The ground pulled out.

"God Shura is the descendant... kill!" The black figure seemed to be mentally unstable and kept chanting these words from his mouth with a sharp voice like fingernails scraping glass.

"Why do you want to kill me?" Madara sneered, obviously disdainful of this unknown thing.

Also, does it seem like there is a spiritual world here?

Madara took the opportunity to glance at the tip of his toes and gently swayed. There was a lake of spirit and a blood-filled sky. There was a huge blood moon hanging in the sky. The gloom in his eyes became a little deeper again.

The fact that he actually found his way into the spiritual world made Madara very annoyed!

"Kill! God Shura! Heir!" The weird human figure dragged its huge claws and roared, then put its hands on the ground and ran quickly like a beast, and rushed towards Madara.

"Get out!" Banyou was in a bad mood. He raised his hand and set off a wave of waves that instantly sent the strange figure flying away.

However, what surprised Madara was that the black-purple liquid-like figure actually transformed into his appearance after a wave of waves. He slowly stood up and gently stretched out his hand, and the dark-purple light flowing sickle and fan were also easily constructed by him.

"Has this person become a spirit?" A look of solemnity appeared in Madara's eyes, but he reached forward and gently grasped it. His own sickle and fan appeared out of thin air.

After all, Madara here has a spiritual world. It makes no sense that the other party can do something, but Madara himself can't do it!

The opponent roared and rushed forward again, wanting to repeat his same trick, but Madara came forward with a sickle and a fan in hand without any sign of weakness.

After a few rounds, Madara transformed into a strange figure that was cut into pieces and tattered. Then it was composed of liquid and squirmed for a while before returning to its original state, reviving and continuing to fight with Madara.

"Infinite resurrection is this fucking Rakshasa god. The puppet is a brat. Where did you provoke this thing?" A burst of light flashed on the lake. The figure was illusory. Kelder appeared and was very surprised. He looked at the fight. When two parties saw that figure, which was composed of black and purple liquid, their pupils shrank suddenly and they were surprised and shouted loudly.

"There's no time to talk about this now! How can I solve it?" Madara once again relied on his rich combat experience to cut the impostor in front of him into two parts. He took advantage of the two parts of the body to repair and there was no gap between them. Hui You shouted.

After the battle just now, Madara gradually discovered a problem, that is, the ghost thing in front of him was slowly imitating and learning that he was originally only attacking like a beast, but now it is gradually starting to have its own rules and even expressions on its face. He is becoming more and more agile, but he always wears a strange and scary smile, greedy and looking at spots.

"This thing is so evil and mentally powerful that it cannot be eradicated unless it is completely polished off! You can think of a way on your own!" Kelde wanted to help, but found that he was just a phantom clone. The attack also penetrated through the strange figure and had no effect at all, so he immediately raised Spot.

Grind a ball of spiritual power?Then it’s best to find a way to do this!

Madara was facing more and more pressure, but he always suppressed the strange figure. A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he waved a sickle and a fan in his hand, and the afterimage was cut into black pieces of different sizes in an instant.

Right now!

The eyes of Madara's mental body slowly closed, but behind him there was a blood moon, which became increasingly scarlet, as if the entire sky was blood-colored. It was reflected in a kaleidoscope, with patterns slowly emerging, and actually turned into a huge Sharingan hanging high in the sky. .

Then let me completely destroy you!

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