The New Uzumaki Legend of Naruto

Menma squinted his eyes and carefully observed the stone statue emitting red light for a moment, then explained to Jiquan beside him with a look of amazement on his face.

"The inside of the stone statue is a hollow structure filled with dark red viscous liquid, like a giant blood reservoir.

"There are also many spells written in human blood on the inner wall, which should have been left by the evil god."

"What is this magic circle?"

Quan nuzzled his lips toward the red-light formation on the other side of the lot in confusion.

"If I guessed correctly, it should be a magic circle similar to channeling or spirit summoning, and the evil god's body should not be here.

"However, getting a spiritual body is not in vain!" Menma stretched his body and looked at Mo Yao Xinwu with joy and determination in his eyes.

If what he expected was correct, the evil god was at least an extreme secret cultivator, but judging from the sneaky actions of the evil god cult, this person's strength was not too strong.

What's more, there is still a big boss in the Kingdom of Whirlpool, and he is not afraid of these ghosts and snake gods causing trouble to the Kingdom of Whirlpool.

"what!!!"

Mo Yao Xinwu, who was standing in the magic circle, raised his head, looked up to the sky and let out a roar.

His whole body was shrouded in blood-colored light, and his clothes had already turned into mist the moment the blood lines connected.

After a moment, a dark humanoid torso appeared in the center of the formation. He closed his eyes slightly, and every inch of his skin was black, except for a few bright red lines on his face.

Next to him was a bloody three-edged sickle that was twice as big as the one Menma had harvested just now, and the blade was even dripping with blood.

This appearance is exactly the same as the portrait of the evil god on the dome.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, he opened his bright red eyes, and a wave of blood-colored air surged in all directions. Menma and Izumi didn't do any protection either. The two of them stood there with half-closed eyes, their white robes swishing from the air waves.

The blood-colored air waves that were solidified continued to charge towards the barrier, knocking out ripples from the invisible barrier.

"The breath of strangers!"

The evil god's bloody eyes were locked on Menma and the two of them, and his voice was hoarse.

He slowly grasped the three-edged sickle in front of him and disappeared in an instant.

"Wow!"

In just an instant, the sickle hit the transparent water curtain rising behind Mian Ma's head, preventing him from moving forward at all.

Menma would not let go of such an excellent opportunity to counterattack, and waved the vortex spear in his hand towards the evil god's chest.

"boom!"

The evil god flew straight out like an anti-aircraft gun and hit the stone statue with a loud noise.

"Wow!" Half of the stone arm fell from the air, rolling down a lot of dark brown gravel, and half of the stone statue's body above the waist and abdomen was empty.

The viscous dark red liquid inside slowly flowed along the gap, and some turbid blood-colored bubbles continued to appear on it. The disgusting smell of old blood suddenly expanded wantonly in the underground space.

"How many people have been killed!"

Quan stretched out two fingers, pinched the wings of his nose, and looked at the dark brown stones inside the stone statue that were stained with old blood with disgust.

"Crack!"

The evil god who was pressed under the stone was about to struggle to get up. Quan noticed the noise here, his eyes lit up and he faced Ma Dao excitedly.

"Menma-sama, can you give it to me? It's been a long time since I fully moved my muscles."

"You can't shoot Susanohu here, and that guy's defense can't even penetrate the vortex spear."

"It's okay, I know, as long as Master Menma gives me a decent long knife."

Quan licked the corner of his mouth and looked at the evil god who had climbed up with a fighting spirit on his face.

Menma looked at Quan seriously, then transformed a seeking jade into a long black knife and threw it to Quan, and thoughtfully wrapped a light film around the handle.

With a smile hanging from the corners of his eyes, Quan stretched out his right arm to take the flying black long knife and swung it, nodded with satisfaction, and then disappeared from the spot in a flash.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

In an instant, Quan's long sword and the evil god's sickle intersected countless times, and the sound of iron weapons being handed over sounded one after another, with a tight rhythm that was very pleasant to the ear.

But Menma had no time to appreciate it. He frowned slightly and looked at Izumi who did not use the ability of the Samsara Eye and only relied on dynamic vision and body to fight the evil god.

"Has she reached this level now? Everyone is making progress!"

Seeing Izumi in front of him who had polished his body to the point where he could fight with the Six Paths level, Menma thought of the girl who couldn't withstand the Time Eye Technique, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"too slow!"

The evil god only caught a flash of black shadow. His body seemed to be affected by a strong suction force from the ground. He fell straight from the air. After hitting the black runes on the ground, it made a buzzing sound and then rowed forward again. Not a short distance.

"Woman, you are strong!"

The evil god climbed up without any damage, shook the dust off his body, and looked directly at Quan with a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

The black-haired girl felt uncomfortable being stared at by him. She subconsciously glanced in the direction of Menma and found that the other person's blue eyes were like a lake, calm and without any ripples.

This made Quan feel a lot more at ease. After taking a deep breath of the turbid air, he clenched the long knife in his hand and kicked off his feet to fight the evil god again.

"Snapped!"

"caught you!"

During one of Quan's attacks, the long knife in her hand was grabbed by the evil god. The evil god waved the three-edged sickle with excitement on his face and slashed at the immobile Quan.

"It's really difficult! Shi Changbimai!"

Quan's eyes instantly turned into heart-shaped eternal kaleidoscopes, and the pattern in his right eye began to rotate crazily.

"Oh!"

The black-haired girl in the evil god's vision suddenly disappeared, and the sickle he struck was also in vain. At the same time, the evil god felt his back being struck by a sharp knife, and he staggered forward two steps under the force.

At this time, Quan had returned to his side, and his chest was rising and falling slightly.

"Can you continue?"

"Of course! The warm-up is over! My sword can cut everything!"

Quan's black eyes were unusually bright. There was no overwhelming frustration in her eyes, but rather a faint joy.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to empty her mind.

Menma glanced at the evil god who was charging toward Quan, tightened the vortex spear in his hand, and finally chose to step aside.

"cut!"

The bloody sickle slashed down the wind, blowing back the black hair on both sides of Quan's cheeks. Just when Menma was about to take action, Izumi suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the purple ripples in his eyes looked quite deep.

The jade sword seeking Dao in her hand was raised upward,

"Zizi!"

Sparks flew everywhere, and as the long sword slashed all the way up, the evil god's three-edged sickle had a gap half a meter deep and tilted to one side.

Seeing this, Quan smiled evilly, and the long knife in his hand slowly turned into nothingness. He swung it hard and struck the evil god's dark body with the knife.

"Buzz!"

The void blade collided with the evil god's immortal body, making a trembling sound.

"Huh!!!"

A long and painful roar penetrated Quan's eardrums, and she saw a deep bloodstain on the evil god's chest. Dark red liquid splashed out, and a few drops even landed on Quan's fair face.

Her long black hair was covered with a faint red light and was flying in the wind, making her look like a flower blooming in hell.

Quan touched his cheek carelessly with the back of his hand, then shook off the blood on the knife, staring at the injured evil god with his samsara eyes.

"Blood! The smell of blood!"

The evil god seemed to be even more excited after bleeding, with a grin similar to that of the stone statue on his face. He twisted his neck, and with an expression of great enjoyment, he swung the sickle and struck at the spring again.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Quan, on the other hand, waved the long knife in his hand with a calm expression, blocking all the evil god's attacks. The blade of the sword in his hand also turned into nothingness from time to time, allowing the evil god to strike.

Suddenly, Menma's pupils who were watching the battle shrank, and a blood mark was scratched on the back of Quan's hand by the sickle. The blood flowing out of the wound was immediately absorbed by the sickle.

At this point, the evil god was no longer entangled with Quan. He stepped back with excitement on his face and said in a fervent tone.

"The ceremony begins!"