The New Uzumaki Legend of Naruto

In this way, Yunjun's final sealing location should also be in the Kingdom of Wind.

Is the Pure Land really another layer of protection that seals Yunjun?

After listening to Death's complaint-like explanation, Menma's guess about the Pure Land became more accurate. Just when he vaguely felt that he had grasped the key point, Death's voice suddenly rose up:

"after this!

"The contemporary Yun Emperor is missing, all five kings are seriously injured, and the Yunjin Empire is divided into five. My era has come!"

The voice of the God of Death became more and more excited. At the same time, it stood in a valley with its arms spread out and its wide sleeves swaying in the wind. Countless souls in the ninja world began to gather here independently and became its "food".

That is the way for Death to improve his state of mind, the way to the soul.

Based on this alone, Menma, who was staring at the picture, suddenly turned his head and gave the God of Death an appreciative glance.

This god of death has quite a personality! After playing alone for so many years, I not only survived Emperor Yun, but also took the opportunity to figure out my own path. Even when I entered the state of mind, I also borrowed the east wind of Yun Jin...

The difficulty in leading from the soul state to the state of mind is to explore your own path. Whether it is Menma now, or Mizusawa River and Yunhuang thousands of years ago, they all rely on natural energy, but Death is the first to forcefully take the soul path to reach it. state of mind.

As for three thousand years ago, if Shui Zexi, the King of Water, had not proposed the concept of "seizing", the five great kings and the five great names in the future would have just stayed in the soul realm. How could they have the capital to fight against the Yun Emperor?

Menma mocked the people of the "Seize" faction beautifully in his heart, and he was in a good mood, and returned his gaze to the picture.

In the next two thousand years, more and more white souls gathered in the valley, and the space inside became larger and larger, slowly forming a small world.

From the outside world, this place seems to be just a mist-shrouded valley, but it is actually a kingdom of souls that holds countless souls.

It's just that it's not as described in fairy tales, where the souls are happy and free.

Without exception, the souls here have been washed away by the god of death of their past memories, and even their most proud wisdom. In the end, only the mindless bodies are left to be enslaved by the god of death, day after day, year after year...

"Why not choose to let them have spiritual intelligence?" Menma asked curiously after noticing this.

The God of Death obviously only needs to erase the memory, and the soul with intelligence can feed it much more power.

His question made the God of Death pause, and he replied in a somewhat unfriendly tone:

"Humans! A race full of greed and desire. If you treat them well, they will not remember it. If you treat them badly, they will still hold a grudge and disapprove of you more and more...

"...In the end, I discovered that the power that a soul whose intelligence has been washed away can feedback is far beyond what humans with complicated minds can compare to."

After hearing what the God of Death said, Menma secretly shook his head, but did not refute it out loud.

The most fundamental problem is that the God of Death is not human. It can only achieve its goals through the most intuitive and simple methods. So similarly, if judged by human standards, it is naturally not a qualified superior.

Having a foreign race take charge of mankind is a mismatch in itself.

But he didn't say much. After all, no human king can guarantee that his people will not betray him and that his people will always love him.

Even Menma, who relies on the faith of all people to become a god, cannot guarantee this.

Menma and Shinigami quietly stood in the constantly changing scene, but each had their own concerns.

The scene in the picture passed very quickly. During this period, the ninja world experienced the moon rising and the sacred tree reaching the sky.

To the old monsters in the ninja world, these events were more like playing house. They seemed huge, but they were not as powerful as one ten thousandth of the battle between Emperor Yun and the Five Kings two thousand years ago.

During this period, the God of Death would occasionally utter a detached sigh or two, and Menma would follow up with a few compliments. The atmosphere between the two of them was very harmonious.

Another few years passed in a hurry, and the Valley of Death, which had always been peaceful, welcomed its first human visitor.

The man had two horns on his head, held a tin staff in his hand, wore a white robe, and had nine black balls surrounding him as he walked.

As soon as that person appeared, Menma's eyes were locked on him. Sensing the power emanating from that figure, he asked somewhat unexpectedly:

"At that time, was he already at the level we were waiting for?"

Even if it's an illusion, even if it's thousands of years apart, strong people in each other's state of mind can judge each other's level just by exuding a trace of aura.

After all, at this level, every breath actually contains one's own mental path and one's own Tao.

The God of Death nodded slightly and said with some regret:

"Before I met you, I always thought that he was the most talented among human beings. Of course, half of the blood in his body comes from that foreign woman."

"What kind of story do you have with him?" Menma saw that Otsutsuki Hagoromo and the God of Death were having a happy conversation in the picture, and the corner of his mouth slightly curled up with a hint of meaning.

"Snoring..." The God of Death made a muffled sound from his throat, and said with anger in his tone, "That guy!".

"He is in the same realm as me, and all humans who practice chakra are under his protection. The group was small at that time, and I didn't care much. The purpose of his coming that time was to discuss with me the whereabouts of ninja souls. question."

The God of Death's tone rose a little higher unconsciously, and his hoarse voice became a little brighter, and he continued:

"He promised to draw the souls of all ninjas to my valley and let their power be used by me, but I will not allow them to deprive them of their memories and intelligence."

"You agreed in the end?" Menma sighed secretly and looked at the God of Death with pity. He knew this result with his toes.

Who were the ninjas back then?

Only those who join the Ninja Sect founded by Otsutsuki Hagoromo can become a ninja. Whether they are those who follow Asura or those who follow Indra, they are his death sect.

And it is obvious that the God of Death agreed to Otsutsuki Hagoromo's request at that time, which also laid the groundwork for the follow-up.

As expected, the God of Death's eyes were filled with fire and he said angrily:

"I agreed! After a hundred years of this, the two of us lived in peace. It wasn't until most of the souls in my valley were devoured by his people that I felt something was wrong. But it was too late."

"How dare he!" The aura on the God of Death fluctuated violently as its mood changed, and even the pictures they saw became a little blurry.

But Menma could clearly see that that day, the figure in white robes came to the valley, and this time, he was no longer a body, but a soul.

Seeing this, even Menma was a little surprised and stood up suddenly:

"What he cultivates is not the way of integrating chakra and natural energy, but the soul!!"