Douluo Zhibo Madara

The huge sound of the battle was in this void space, and the fierce battle even caused ripples.

"You can tell me now, who is the little bug?" Madara stepped on the giant fox's nose and lowered his head to look at the fox with drooped eyes.

This giant fox was far from the majestic and domineering appearance it had just now. The hair all over its body was scattered, and its body was covered in bloodstains and charred black, as if it were an abused little animal.

Facing the complete form of Madara, let alone the successor of the Kyuubi, even if the Kyuubi Lama came in person, he would still kneel down.

Seeing the weak and weak look of the fox, Madara couldn't help but feel dull. He shook his head with some disappointment and said, "I don't have any energy to dance anymore."

"Who are you?" The fox struggled to get up with all his strength, and then was kicked down by Madara.

"Did I give you permission to get up? Just lie down for me." Madara frowned and waved the fan to give the fox a heavy fan on the face. The force was so strong that the head, which was as big as a house, tilted to one side. .

The fox now looked at Madara with eyes full of fear, and Madara's peerless demon-like figure had become its lingering nightmare.

"Now, immediately tell me where the senior you are talking about is." Madara put the scythe in his hand on the fox's neck and asked threateningly.

"I don't know either." The fox lay motionless on the ground, but his eyes were still staring at Madara with fierce eyes.

"You don't know?" Madara raised his eyebrows, obviously very dissatisfied with this answer.He continued to lower the sickle in his hand, even cutting a trace of blood on the fox's throat.

Although this is just a fictional spiritual world, the trauma will still be reflected back to reality. If the fox is killed here, the fox will certainly not die, but Madara will not leave his life behind.

Seeing Madara killing him without hesitation, the fox panicked and hurriedly explained: "I really don't know that I just got its origin accidentally."

"Say" Madara just spit out one word coldly.

"I'm just an ordinary fox. One day seven years ago, I was hit by a red light ball falling from the sky. Inside was the origin of the predecessor of our soul beast clan."

Seven years ago, that was when Madara came to this world.

First, Madara appeared, and with his former armor, even the Nine-Tails from the ninja world came to this world.

None of this is a coincidence. What happened to the ninja world after Madara died?

Madara's heart sank slightly, and he was a little worried about his hometown in his previous life.

Although he has been in this world for seven years, Madara still misses the ninja world. After all, there is his family, his ideals, and his lifelong enemy and bond - Senju Hashirama.

"I've said it all now," the fox said in a thick voice as low as possible, looking at Madara's motionless loss.

This fox must not be the Nine Lamas, Madara was extremely certain in his heart.

After all, except for the child of destiny in the previous life, the Kyuubi is still as bad as ever towards all humans, although it cannot defeat Madara and Hashirama.

As for the one in front of him, apart from having a similar appearance and the same fiery red tail as the nine, he didn't have any arrogance as a tailed beast at all.

Madara's attention was drawn back to it, and he asked with a half-smile: "Let you go."

The fox couldn't help but shudder when he saw Madara's expression, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Madara only used one hand to grab the hair on the side of the fox's face and forcefully pulled its head up.

The fox had noticed something was wrong and struggled desperately, but still couldn't escape from Madara's clutches.

The fox howled in pain and kicked its four paws randomly: "Ah, what are you going to do? Stop it!"

Madara ignored its wails for mercy, opened his Sharingan, and used soul power and chakra to invade the fox's mental body.

The struggle lasted for a cup of tea before it ended.

The fox was weak and lifeless, lying there like a dead dog. A mark of Sharingan flashed in the fox's eyes.

The fox's originally dull eyes regained their former agility after the Sharingan mark disappeared.

The fox finally struggled to get up and growled at Madara: "What did you do to me just now?"

You really need to take good care of the animals before they know some rules.

Madara's face slowly turned gloomy as he looked at the fox in front of him with its teeth and claws arrogant.

"It's just a psychic technique." Banbian answered its question, and the scythe from behind was also drawn out. "In addition, I will give you the same treatment as the Nine Lamas."

As for the treatment, of course it is to be his Uchiha Madara’s dog.

There are only a few people in the entire ninja world who can serve as a dog for Uchiha Madara.

"What does necromancy mean?" When the fox saw Madara, he wanted to take action again, but he lay down without any confidence.

"You will be my pet from now on," Ban said to the fox in front of him without changing his expression.

"I, Jiuyou, a 10-year-old soul beast, will be your pet." The fox was completely angry this time and regained some strength, so he began to act boldly again.

The nature of the fox is cunning. Maybe he is not as ferocious as the Nine Lamas, but now that he has the power to resist, he reveals his hidden fangs.

"10-year-old soul beast" Madara raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that after receiving the origin of Nine Lamas, an ordinary fox could become a 10-year-old soul beast.

But, so what?

"It seems that you are really gravel." Madara sneered, and rushed forward again with the sickle and the fan.

"Grudge, let's try it." The fox danced its nine tails, and the ferocity and ferocity on its face were clearly displayed.Originally, being greedy for life and fearing death was just a disguise, waiting for an opportunity to accumulate strength and rebel violently was the real thing.

The roars of wild beasts merged with the clash of weapons, and began to echo in this spiritual space again.

The next morning, everyone in the soul hunting group gathered together for breakfast.

Madara walked out of the door unhurriedly, and behind him was a listless red fox with a drooped tail.

"My pet, Nine Lamas," Facing everyone's curious gazes, Madara calmly put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth.

Lisa looked at the cute little Nine Lama, with hearts in her eyes, and wanted to hug it: "It's actually a fox, why don't you let me raise it?"

"Ouch" Unexpectedly, Jiu Lama didn't appreciate it at all. Instead, he opened his mouth and almost bit Lisa's outstretched arm.

Although Jiulama was obeyed by Ban Xun, he was still a 10-year-old soul beast. Although he had no cultivation and could not display his strength in reality, he still had the pride of being the king of soul beasts.

"Sure enough, what kind of people keep what kind of pets?" Lisa retracted her hand at the end and looked at the Nine Lamas with lingering fear, who was baring her teeth at him, muttering dissatisfiedly.

"Eat your food quickly," Old Furui slapped a few more steamed buns on the table, glared at Lisa, and said angrily.

"Uncle, here are some more," Pan Zhui said with difficulty after finally swallowing the mouthful of steamed buns.

"You think your uncle's soul power fell from the sky?" Li Jia also joined in the fun.

Madara was sitting on the side, out of tune with the scene of the soul hunting group playing and playing in front of him.

The company of companions can bring warmth, but it can also wear down the will of the strong.

Madara and Li Jia are more like a collaboration than joining.

Dragons don’t live together with other things.