The New Uzumaki Legend of Naruto

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Menma and Izumi followed Mo Yao Shinuo through mountains and forests, crossing rivers and bridges. Just when Izumi was about to suspect that this idiot had forgotten the way back to his lair, Mo Yao Shinuo stopped.

He looked around mysteriously for a while, then squatted down suddenly, picked up half of the tree stump on the ground, and turned it half a circle in the counterclockwise direction.

"Kakkaka~"

There was a sound of gears turning, and a square piece of land three meters away from the tree stump rose two meters at a moderate speed, revealing a row of steps diagonally downwards.

Mo Yao Xinwu released his hands from hugging the tree, patted the sawdust and walked towards the stairs first.

"It's so mysterious." Quan curled his lips and muttered to Menma in a low voice, but he followed quickly with a look of reluctance.

The three of them went down to the halfway position of the stairs. A burst of "click" sound was heard, and the land on the top fell back to its original position, and the stone stairs suddenly became dark.

"I'm telling you, you will make a lot of money this time." Mo Yao Xinwu, who was walking in front, suddenly said to Menma and the others, "Although Lord Evil God is happy to accept followers, he doesn't want just anyone." There are those who can become religious."

"Looking at the two extraordinary abilities, they will definitely become loyal followers of the evil god. So

"Hey, I'll take you to our internal passage. From now on, everyone, brother, take care of me!"

Listening to this idiot trying hard to win over the two of them regardless of whether they were friends or foes, the two of them were numb, suppressing laughter, and sighing in their hearts that their brain is a good thing.

Yes, in the Ninja world, it is much easier for people like Mo Yao Xinwu to unify the Ninja world.

After the three of them turned a corner, Menma and Izumi could clearly see the faint firelight dancing at the end of the long and narrow corridor, as well as many swaying black figures.

Mo Yao Xinwu raised his hand and pointed at the weird-looking area and said in a feverish tone.

"Normally others who join our evil cult have to wait a while before they can hold sacrifices. Today you just happened to be in time, so hurry up and go!"

Quan, who was walking in the middle among the three, had a curious look on his face when he heard what the other party said. He reached out and patted Mo Yao Xinwu on the shoulder and asked.

"Can you tell us about the process of offering sacrifices? How does it go?"

"Hey, the process of our sacrifice is very simple. We will prepare the sacrifices. Then you just need to offer yourself and the sacrifices to the evil god at the same time."

"How to sacrifice yourself?" Menma, who was at the end of the team, suddenly interjected and asked.

"Our leader of the Evil God Cult is an amazing Evil God Scythe. Just use it. Oh, it's too complicated to talk about. You'll find out when you get there."

When Menma saw Mo Yao Xinwu scratching his head and scratching his head in embarrassment, he knew that no matter how much he asked, he wouldn't be able to figure out the reason, so he simply followed him and continued walking forward.

The long and narrow road suddenly became very spacious. The dim light along the road suddenly became brighter, and the temperature actually became a bit higher.

The only downside is the strong smell of blood here.

The three of them were currently in a spacious underground space. The stone walls on all four sides were polished to be quite smooth, and the curved dome was painted with a portrait of a character in red and black with delicate brushwork.

The person in the painting is standing, his body is pitch black, except for two long bright red strips on his forehead and left and right cheeks, and hanging around his neck is a metal necklace similar to the one worn by Mo Yao Xinwu.

In addition, his right hand holds a bright red three-edged sickle, which looks quite powerful.

On the ground, facing the chest of the portrait, stands a huge stone statue hundreds of meters high. The carving of the stone statue is far less exquisite than the portrait.

There wasn't too much decoration on the stone statue, but even so, it could be seen that he had a ferocious appearance. He was carrying a three-edged sickle similar to Hidan's and was sitting cross-legged.

A lot of people have gathered in front of the stone statue. They are dressed in different styles and have different postures. Some are kneeling to pray, while others are standing and drawing talismans. Next to everyone is a comatose man dressed as a commoner from Yuno Country lying in a mark carved with blood.

As soon as he entered here, Mo Yao Xinwu looked excited and shouted to the figures of an old man and a young man in the innermost circle.

"Dad, I have a leader! I also brought two people in, and finally they are willing to believe me."

Currently, the leaders of the Evil God Cult in Tangyin Village are only the leader, an elder, and a guardian who is preaching abroad.

According to Menma's guess, that protector should be the one who has immortality. Currently, only the leader and elders in the Hidan sect have immortality.

Hearing Mo Yao Xinwu's loud voice, the brows of an old man and a young man frowned slightly and looked in his direction with dissatisfaction. This sight made the two of them stand frozen in place. land.

The old man who looked very similar to Mo Yao Xinwu took off his glasses, wiped them on his cuffs and put them back on.

Now he could see clearly that Yuzheng, who was following his son, was wearing a gold-trimmed white robe that symbolized the Kingdom of Whirlpool. The latter was still looking back at him with a half-smile.

The old man tremblingly stretched out his wrinkled but extremely white hands and shouted with fear.

"My dear son! I asked you to find the believers. Why did you invite these two ancestors here? Why don't you come to me quickly?"

While the old man was talking, the young-looking leader of the Evil God Cult with white hair tied high had pulled out the three-edged sickle from behind, looked at Menma and Ma with a solemn expression, and said in a deep voice.

"I am the leader of the Evil God Cult. May I ask why the two adults from the Vortex Country are here?"

"It is said that Tangyin Village is an organization called the Evil God Cult, which can make people immortal. We are here to learn this way."

Menma's voice suddenly rang in his ears. He just had time to be startled and felt that his lower body had lost consciousness. His upper body also fell forward feebly, and the sickle in his hand was snatched away.

"Master!"

"Master!"

The believers below and the elders on the side saw the fallen man and the artifacts of the Evil God Cult in their hands were taken away. They all panicked for a moment and didn't know what to do. They just screamed in surprise.

"There are no believers here. Kill all the good ones."

Menma held the sickle in his hand and carefully felt it, and gave cold instructions to Izumi who was still standing at the entrance of the corridor.

"As you command, my Lord Menma."

Quan stretched out his hand and pulled the hair around his ears, revealing a sickly smile, and pulled out the long knife from his waist, held it in his hand and shook it slightly. The shiny blade immediately reflected the cold light to the troubled believers everywhere, and they all narrowed their eyes. Eye.

"It only takes a moment"

Before she could finish her words, someone appeared next to Menma.

"between!"

As soon as Quan finished speaking, all the believers in front of him were smashed to the ground. Everyone's neck had a fatal wound that was deeply visible to the bone, and the expressions of horror were still solidified on their pale faces.

Mo Yao, who was stumbling towards the stone statue, saw the believers in front of him all fall to the ground without making a sound. He stumbled and fell to the ground. He pointed at Menma and the two of them and complained with grief and indignation.

"You guys lied to me!"