Douluo Zhibo Madara

"Martial Soul City, I didn't expect that I would come here again today!" Madara, who was wearing a cloak that covered his entire body, stood in front of Cheng and looked at the city. Even just the city wall was extremely majestic and magnificent. The magnificent and magnificent Wuhun City said with a sarcastic smile. .

Madara has only one purpose for coming here this time, and that is to recapture his body. After all, the extremely powerful Sharingan must not fall into their hands.

The other reason is that Madara knows that after the true resurrection of the Jutsu of Urushi Reincarnation, the ninja world will be the same as in the previous life. The pair of Sharingan eyes he has reincarnated into will be broken. At that time, the power of the real Sharingan will be needed. .

"Have you heard? The corpse of the culprit Uchiha Madara is still hanging in front of the main hall of the Spirit Hall?" Madara's perception is naturally extremely sharp, and he quickly found the one he needed most among the bustling crowd. news.

"What the Spirit Hall can do is really amazing!" The cold light in Madara's eyes grew stronger and stronger, and he was furious.

Originally, he was worried that if his body was buried underground for a long time, would the Sharingan rot?After all, no matter how powerful it is, it is just the eyes of a living organism. If it is really bad, it will be useless!This is one of the reasons why Obito was so anxious to find Nagato's body in his previous life and even killed Konan.

But Madara, whose heart was already burning with anger, could not reveal his identity for the time being. He could only dare to go to the main hall of Wuhun Hall, which passers-by said had once hosted the finals of the mainland elite soul master competition.

From a distance, Madara saw the noisy crowd gathered together, so he hurried over and squeezed into the crowd watching the excitement. At the first glance, he saw the lifeless body hanging in front of the temple.

Some of the crowd watching the excitement were watching with cold eyes, some were gloating about the misfortune, and some were shaking their heads and sighing. All kinds of things in the world were vividly displayed at that moment.

"Alas! It's such a pity that such a genius could do something bad at such a young age and have to mess with Wuhun Palace?" A soul master looked at the young figure and shook his head, saying with a little regret, but soon His mouth was covered by his companion next to him.

"You don't want your life! That's the number one felon in Wuhun Palace! I'm sorry, everyone, he's talking nonsense!" The shrewd companion next to him covered his mouth and apologized to the people who heard him.

However, at this moment, Ju Douluo, dressed in white, walked out Shi Shiran. He was far from the embarrassment he was when he was beaten by Madara and lingering. Instead, he looked at the people watching at the stairs with a victor's attitude. Everyone.

"Lord Ju Douluo!" When everyone saw that it was actually the titled Douluo of Wuhun Palace, they all hurriedly half-knelt on the ground and saluted.

With a hint of pride on his face, Ju Douluo folded his arms and declared loudly: "Did you see it? Those who are enemies of our Spirit Hall will not end well! Do you understand?"

Even if you were once invincible, so what if you could hang us and beat us?Now that you are dead, you are dead, and everything disappears!

Only the person who survives to the end is the real winner!

Ju Douluo turned around slightly and looked at the figure that once looked like a god and a devil. There was still a hint of lingering fear in his eyes. After all, the battle that day was too deep in his mind.

"Humph!" Madara snorted coldly, standing out among the kneeling crowds. In this environment where the drop of a needle could be heard, it was no different than a thunder, which made them tremble violently and tremble. His body crawled even lower.

Even the people in the audience could clearly hear this disdainful snort, let alone Ju Douluo, who had a sharp ear and eyesight.

"Who is it? Are you tired of living?" Ju Douluo's face was full of sinisterness, and his murderous intent was released without hesitation. His eyes swept across the crowd present, and soon captured Madara's green pine-like eyes. Such a proud figure.

"What? Your Wuhun Palace obviously couldn't beat them, but they called so many people to besiege them and two of them died. Now you have learned how to show off your power?" Madara mocked mercilessly.

Now you are immortal in dirt mode, come and find out more if you have the ability!It won't be so easy to be successfully attacked this time!

Madara's figure was covered by the cloak, but Kiku Douluo could still see a pair of blood-red eyes under the shadow, looking at him without any sign of weakness.

"This is our Wuhun Palace's private matter! Isn't it good that your lord's control is too lenient?" Ju Douluo glanced at Madara with a slightly wary look, and the threat in his words was naturally self-evident.

Of course, Ju Douluo was very smart to be able to become a Titled Douluo. The person in front of him knew that he was a famous Titled Douluo and yet he dared to provoke him. He must be confident. It was better not to act without permission before he knew it clearly!

"I came here today for one thing! This thing is not good for you!" As Madara spoke, the aura from his whole body swept towards the surroundings like an overwhelming force. This scene made Kiku Douluo's golden pupils sudden contraction.

He has already guessed why the cloaked man in front of him is here?If he succeeds, something big will happen!

Madara slowly stretched out his hand and suddenly a wrist-thick line of fire shot out, easily burning the rope binding Madara's body and then slowly falling under Madara's control.

"Who are you?" Ju Douluo had already shown his martial spirit at this time, staring at Madara's figure covered by the cloak, always feeling that he had seen him before, and asked very solemnly.

"I'm an old acquaintance of yours!" Of course Madara would not reveal his identity like this, he said with a smile.

"Who is that person? How dare you break into the Spirit Hall!" Ghost Douluo also appeared in the form of a huge ghost. His face was still pale, and he looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness. But compared to Qianjun Douluo and Jiang Jiang who were directly bombarded, As for Long Douluo, he was extremely lucky.

"Martial Soul Hall? Remember one sentence, it's not not to report that the time has not come yet!" Madara, who was in the reincarnation state of the dirt, picked up his body and laughed coldly in front of everyone.

"Stop him quickly!" Ghost Douluo shouted, and his figure instantly transformed into a group of ghosts who didn't know how to fight back and rushed towards Madara in unison.

"Amaterasu!" Madara slowly spat out these two words, and the next moment, the originally extremely illusory ghost figure suddenly ignited with raging black Amaterasu flames out of thin air.

"Ahhh!" The ghost figure opened its distorted mouth and let out a silent roar of pain, which faintly gathered into the painful howl of Ghost Douluo.

The current Ghost Douluo has not recovered from the serious injuries he suffered before, but he was not even able to block Madara's casual strike of Amaterasu.It's not his fault, it's really because with the infinite supply of chakra in the dirty earth state, Madara's fire escape power is naturally self-evident.

"You can't run away either!" Madara's cold eyes as cold as daggers shot out instantly. He was just about to take action against Kiku Douluo, who was distracted by his friend's injury, but suddenly he felt a fatal sense of crisis locking him firmly.

"Death Ray!"

A dark and terrifying ray came instantly and hit Madara in his reincarnated state.

In fact, he could have avoided it, but that would have hurt its own body, so he could only carry it hard!

"Who are you?" Bibi Dong slowly walked out of the hall. Seeing that even though he was hit by her, there was no trace of blood left. Instead, it was repaired quickly like a clay sculpture. A look of solemnity appeared in her eyes.

"It turns out to be the Pope! We will meet again later!" Madara looked at Bibi Dong and the others with a sneer, and a ripple in the space involved him, Tao Zhiyaoyao.

"Who is he? Why is he so weird?" The three titled Douluo all thought at this time.