The New Uzumaki Legend of Naruto

"But you are afraid that he will bite you back. Everyone knows his reputation. Swish, swish, swish!"

The god of death smiled sinisterly, it didn't believe that Menma was willing to cooperate with Otsutsuki Hagoromo.

However, it was obviously afraid of Menma's complete rejection, so it continued:

"You can make your demands."

The Shinigami's words made Menma somewhat silent. What it said was exactly what Menma was worried about.

In the eyes of these old monsters in the ninja world, who has the worst reputation? It's not the cunning White Snake or the shady Toad Ten, but the Sage of Six Paths - Otsutsuki Hagoromo.

First, he betrayed his mother, then he had a disagreement with his brother, and then he single-handedly controlled the fate of his two sons. Finally, he not only betrayed Toad Sky, but also stabbed him in the back.

Moreover, Menma learned from Slug Sage that Otsutsuki Hagoromo's method of creating pure land should come from the God of Death. Menma didn't know what kind of confrontation they had in the end, but it was obvious that the God of Death was the loser.

Perhaps Otsutsuki Hagoromo is a kind-hearted guardian, but an idealist like him is obviously particularly terrifying. For the sake of the goal in your heart, morality, family, humanity and even yourself can be abandoned.

In fact, every thousand-year-old monster has a suspicion. After Yunjun, Otsutsuki Hagoromo is the second representative of the Ninja World Star.

After thinking for a moment, Menma raised his head and said firmly:

"Promise me three requests, and I will join forces with you."

"Please say!"

"First, become a member of the Kingdom of Whirlpool from now on, and I will grant you a seat in the organization."

"Yes!" Since the God of Death dares to invite Menma, he also has a certain understanding of the Kingdom of Whirlpool. In his eyes, if Menma can succeed, those in Yao's organization will become the strongest people in the ninja world.

Just like the Five Kings and Emperor Yun of the past three thousand years, it regretted not joining them at that time.

It doesn't matter if Menma doesn't succeed in the end, it's just a return to the exact same situation a few years ago.

"Secondly, since you have joined the Kingdom of Whirlpool, I think you wouldn't mind sharing your knowledge of souls."

Menma looked at it hesitantly and added:

"I don't want that part of your mind. The establishment of the Kingdom of Whirlpool is too short. I need to quickly make them into the soul state."

"Can!"

The God of Death readily agreed. Although its current strength may not be stronger than the stronger Soul Realm, as an old monster that has existed for five thousand years, it still knows how to produce a Soul Realm without any sequelae.

What's more, it understands that the people in the Kingdom of Whirlpool are all extremely talented people in this world. Ancient monsters, the way of elements, the law of time, and the ultimate physical body are much more talented than natural energy. It only takes a little effort to get them promoted.

"Then the last item." The corner of Menma's mouth raised slightly, and he was a little nervous when he saw the God of Death, and then he slowly said: "I think you won't mind sharing with me the secret of these five thousand years!"

"Huh!" After hearing Menma's last words, the God of Death was completely relieved. Even if Menma didn't say anything, it would still do these things, but it was now in a passive position.

"Of course!"

It smiled sinisterly, and the sheepskin scroll in its hand was ignited with a layer of blue fire, and was burned to ashes in just a few breaths.

Neither of them mentioned the parchment scrolls, but Death knew that this was what it needed to express and what it should do.

Immediately afterwards, the God of Death slowly fell to the ground, and a stone table suddenly rose from the ground. It was a square stone table that lay between the two of them. There were two cups of steaming white tea on it.

Menma sat cross-legged like a god of death on the other side of the stone table, picked up the dark teacup in his hand and exclaimed:

"As expected of the God of Death, the pure power of the soul is liquefied to form tea. I am ashamed of myself with just this hand."

As he spoke, he did not hesitate to take a sip, and the pure soul tea without any impurities entered his body down the throat, and the power of the soul rippled in his body.

The energy contained in it is not as much as that of a genin, but as long as you drink tea for a long time, it is not difficult to cultivate a kage level.

The Shinigami watched Menma drink half the cup in one gulp, and with a wave of his hand, the tea was automatically refilled, but his eyes flashed with distress.

It is not the god of death that had swarms of souls a thousand years ago. A cup of tea like this requires the souls of about a hundred people, which is not a small burden for it now.

"Uzumaki family... Menma-sama has a good eye. It's a pity that the Pure Land is not under my control. Otherwise, you could have tasted the best soul tea."

"This day will come. Now that the tea environment is ready, can you let me hear the story of the past?"

Menma took another sip of tea, with a look of relief on his face.

"Where do you want to start, Menma-sama?"

Sometimes, once a precedent is set, the words can be spoken very smoothly, just like the way the God of Death now calls Menma-sama no longer awkward.

"We have a lot of time, let's start from the beginning!"

"In the beginning..." Death heard this word and slowly fell into recollection.

"Buzz!"

A faint white aura burst out from its body, and Menma did not stop it, allowing it to wrap around the entire temple.

Suddenly, the surrounding environment changed. It was no longer as eerie as the temple before, nor was it inside a house.

Instead, a desolate land appeared, on which countless beasts and humans were killing each other, and the ground was covered with blood and corpses.

But none of this seemed to affect the two people sitting on the stone table drinking tea at all.

Is Izumi's time travel normal? Menma thought with a frown, but quickly denied it. He didn't feel the mystery of time, and he could feel that he was still in the original time.

The illusion, or the image of the soul, was similar to the strength that Shuizexi showed at that time in the extreme realm and the soul realm. This was Menma's judgment after observation.

Thinking of this, he began to be immersed in the images and waited for the Death God on the side to speak.

The God of Death first put his finger on the tea cup, and the milky white soul tea flowed into his body along his finger.

"Menma-sama should know that I am not a human being, but a creature of nature."

Menma nodded slightly, similar to the previous dragon and tiger gems and the five artifacts of authority in the hands of the five kings, they were all natural objects.

However, the God of Death may have gained intelligence due to time or the soul.

The surrounding scene suddenly changed. The battle between beasts and humans ceased, leaving only the remains of the battle on the ground.

From Menma's vision, he could see countless milky white souls wandering in the air.

At this moment, in the center of the battlefield, a simple knife gave off a faint light.

At that moment, the souls all over the sky seemed to be pulled, floating towards the knife.

As countless souls gathered together, the knife slowly floated up, and its own light became brighter and brighter.

Suddenly, a white shadow gathered above it, with a white coat, white hair, and a lavender body.