Konoha Soul World lottery system

As soon as the attacker succeeded in the attack, he immediately retreated away. Everyone looked and saw that it was also a child less than ten years old, with three black magatama slowly rotating in his blood-red eyes.

Shunshen Shisui, the genius of the Uchiha clan

"Brother" Terumi Mei felt some liquid slowly dripping on her body. "What's wrong?" She began to panic. "You tell me, I can order anything."

Bloody foam kept coming out of An Ran's mouth. He wanted to speak, but he could only make a strange sound of whooshing. He wanted to wipe away his sister's tears, but he didn't dare to waste any effort.

There are many things he wants to do, but he can't do them anymore.

Survival turns out to be such a difficult thing.

An Ran used his last strength to throw out the person he was trying to protect.

Reinforcements had arrived, right behind Ao, who flew up and caught Terumi Mei.

But he didn't dare to stay. Behind Kiran, more Konoha ninjas were coming, led by Orochimaru, one of the three ninjas.

Kirigakure must retreat.

Terumi Mei's body was stiff and she had not yet recovered from Hinata Hizashi's acupuncture.The wind blew away the rag covering her eyes, and her brother's figure came into her beautiful eyes.

The gray-haired boy, covered in bruises and blood, fell slowly.The Konoha ninjas surrounded him like vultures waiting to peck at a dead body.

Anran's previous violent movements caused the dagger to break away from his body, and blood spurted out from his pierced throat, like bright flowers.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Chakra hit the acupuncture points over and over again, but in vain. The chaotic chakra was like a manic snake, wreaking havoc inside Terumi Mei's body. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the scene in front of her was gradually blurred.

Finally plunged into despairing darkness.

Ao held the fainted Terumi Mei and strode towards the camp with tears streaming down her face.

That dazzling sword light, that boy who sacrificed everything to protect his sister, that lovely younger brother Terumi Mei was constantly searching for, just fell down.

And I couldn't even collect his body.

Is it so difficult for such a talented and kind-hearted child to survive?

I was so reluctant, but I couldn't stop running away.

Why can someone as weak as himself survive?

Do I count myself alive if I don’t?

The Konoha ninja began to chase the Mist ninja, and figures passed by one after another, but they all avoided Kiran's body.

The continuous Iai and the feat of exhausting one's life before death were seen by everyone.

This enemy deserves respect and must be respected.

Orochimaru stopped in front of Kiran's body. He could not understand the other party's behavior of giving his life for other people.

When a person dies, doesn’t there be nothing?

The wonderful ninjutsu, the magnificent world, the charming truth, all will become out of reach as life dissipates, so cherish life.

What a pity, Orochimaru sighed, such a good child died like this.

But in the body that Orochimaru thought was dead, strange things were still happening.

"So I was wrong." A voice that only Anran could hear sounded, "You were wrong from the beginning."

"Chakra is formed by the perfect fusion of mental energy and physical energy. What's the use of that kind of thing?"

"You're a Shinigami, not a ninja."

"No matter how hard you cultivate, your weak body is just a mortal."

"How long are you going to lie down and stand up?"

"Then, call my name."

"my name"

The body riddled with holes began to decay at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dragon beads and bones rolled away.The blood dried up, the muscles atrophied, and even the hardest bones had fine holes, collapsed in the breeze, and turned into fly ash.

Brand new life forms are reborn from the ashes.

The souls that could not be seen by the naked eye quietly stood up, and the constantly circulating natural energy of the empty land was forcibly removed from its restraints. The confused ghosts floating on the battlefield felt the pressure like a collapse of the earth squeezing their transparent bodies from all directions. The instinct to survive shivered under the terrifying power of the enemy and cried softly.

An Ran, woke up.

The three different powers of Death, Hollow, and Quincy collided in his new body, making his soul like a burning flame, with reorganization and collapse happening every moment.

And he stood there blankly. The ninjas around him only saw his body collapse, but they couldn't see his soul being reborn.

There were obviously many people around him, but An Ran was as lonely as a dog.

"Xu An," An Ran shouted in a low voice that no one could hear, "Xu An, are you listening?"

There used to be a person who could hear her. Although he always liked to use up all his body's power and was always thinking about how to take away his body, he was the one who understood Anran best.

Anran entered the spiritual world, the blue sky was clear, the sea was calm, and the door of the house was open.

There was no one inside.

Xuogishi is really gone.