The night is getting darker.

The light in Yifeng's bedroom was bright.

Mrs. Kushina was sitting cross-legged on the large bed in her suspender nightgown, typing furiously on the keyboard of her laptop.

[Nana (Tsunade): Are you really good at playing the top laner? You don't use W Lightning Armor to block skills. Have you opened your intelligence? ]

[Nana (Tsunade): If you haven't developed your intelligence yet, you'd better go to the cram school at the Central Elementary School and pay the tuition! ]

[Nana (Tsunade): You are a piece of trash. You are really a piece of trash! ]

[Baibai (Fourth Raikage): @小楠奈, I’m sorry! ]

[I'm not a hero (Second Mizukage): There's no need to apologize to such an uncultured idiot. I'm still 0-8.]

[Nana (Tsunade): Oh, you're still excited, right? Is there something wrong with my operation? You two have no wrinkles in your brains, pure rubbish! ]

[I'm not a hero (Second Mizukage): But you're 0-8. ]

[Nana (Tsunade): Trash! ]

[I'm not a hero (Second generation Mizukage): 0-8! ]

"What the hell!"

Kushina, who always prided herself on being a master of public screen games, was a little broken at the moment. BYD focused on her weak spots, which made her very angry.

"Kushina, do you remember what you taught me?" Mrs. Mikoto, who was sitting next to her, smiled and patted her shoulder and said, "Stay calm. It's others who are angry if you're not angry."

"Who said I was angry? I'm not angry at all!" The red-haired lady's chest rose and fell, and her mouth bulged. But even so, she still insisted.

Mrs. Mikoto found it very interesting and couldn't help but poke her cheek.

"What are you doing, ouch!" Kushina pretended to be shy and twisted her body twice, then pinched Mrs. Mikoto's slender waist with her backhand. Without any hesitation, she moved her hands all over. "Hehehe, Mikoto-chan is so sweet and soft!"

"You bad woman, stop it!" Mrs. Misaki's soft body was pinched and she suddenly felt weak all over.

"No way, hehe!"

"It's so itchy, stop playing..."

"No! Not enough!"

The two ladies' playfulness gradually escalated, and the straps of their pajamas became askew, exposing large areas of their fair skin to the air.

Yi Feng just took a look and then turned his gaze to the monitor in front of him.

To be honest, it's a bit ridiculous to put the monitoring terminal in your bedroom. But there's no other way. In order to observe the movements in real time, you have to do it this way.

"Oh, is Mr. Madara in a semi-hollow state?"

The red-haired lady seemed to have had enough fun at this time, and stretched out her arms to hug Yi Feng's neck from behind. Her whole chest pressed against Yi Feng's back, and she said with a sweet breath: "I'm afraid that Konoha will be difficult to deal with."

On the screen, Uchiha Madara, whose body was covered with white bones, was trapped in a crimson barrier.

Obviously, this is the Six Red Yang Formation!

Four Kage-level warriors cast a super barrier at the same time, which was able to trap the Ten-Tails in the original work.

however.

At this moment, the Second Generation Mizukage, the Second Generation Tsuchikage, Orochimaru, and Danzo, who were maintaining the barrier around them, had cold sweat on their foreheads.

They felt the pressure.

Even maintaining the barrier from deforming has already consumed a huge amount of their energy.

And within the barrier, the one responsible for suppressing the hollowed-out Uchiha Madara was Uchiha Itachi.

Boom.

The two powerful spiritual pressures collided, and the airflow they caused overturned the surrounding facilities and various tools.

Uchiha Madara's long black hair flowed, and his two palms were wrapped in black and purple energy balls.

With every attack, the ball of energy would explode in mid-air.

In this state, Uchiha Itachi couldn't even fight back and could only keep dodging the opponent's attacks.

"Hey, what kind of monster did you create?" Even though he was a reincarnated body, the second generation Tsuchikage Mu felt a genuine sense of powerlessness in his heart. "Are you really not afraid of the destruction of the world?"

"Humph, if you don't have the power to destroy the world...how can you save the world?"

Orochimaru grinned and said with a sinister smile: "It is obvious that Uchiha Madara has not yet reached his ultimate state. What would it be like if he could be transformed into an Arrancar?"

"But we can't control him now. Can you ensure that he won't become the next Xiaolin Yifeng?" Danzo said coldly.

"No." Orochimaru shook his head decisively and said, "So, should we stop developing now?"

stop……

Looking at Uchiha Madara roaring and hissing in the barrier, Danzo couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

It is impossible to stop.

If we really stop at this time, Konoha will definitely be the first to suffer!

Damn it!

Danzo's face turned livid.

If he had known earlier, he should not have been so confused as to agree to let Uchiha Madara transform into an Arrancar! Now that he thinks about it carefully, this behavior is no less than courting disaster!

Boom.

Just as Danzo's thoughts were racing, another loud explosion was heard within the barrier.

The terrifying power of Xuhuaban was released, and dense cracks began to appear on the periphery of the entire Six Red Yang Formation.

"Oh, this is troublesome." Seeing this scene, Kushina raised her eyebrows and said with a sly smile: "If the barrier can't hold up, it will be fun to watch."

"With Itachi watching over him, it shouldn't be a problem," said Mrs. Mikoto.

"Hey, you're so optimistic about your big son!" Kushina reached out and scratched her waist, laughing softly.

"No, I just think highly of Yifeng-kun." Mrs. Misaki said in a gentle voice, and after a pause, she said, "Since he watched all this happen, it can't be that simple."

"You're right." Kushina nodded in agreement and said, "We still have a few little ones in Konoha. There's no way we'll let anything happen to them."

Although he didn't explicitly say "small what", everyone present understood what he meant.

"But there is a question I'm curious about." Mrs. Mikoto spoke again, with a puzzled expression: "Looking at Mr. Madara's current situation, he should be in a deep inner game. Does Mr. Yifeng have any backup plan that can help him successfully complete the Arrancar?"

"Mikoto-sister is still smart."

As Yifeng spoke, he took out the mysterious communicator in his arms, found the only friend on his communicator, and typed a string of words in the chat box.

[Waste Snack: Come on, Mr. Madara! ]

?

Mrs. Mikoto and Kushina's mouths twitched at this operation, and they said in unison: "Do you think you are very humorous?"

"Don't panic, I'm helping you seriously." Yi Feng looked very confident.

really.

Just as he sent this message, the violent expression on Uchiha Madara's face suddenly paused.

"what?"

“Is it really effective?”

When the two ladies saw this scene, they showed surprise on their faces. Could it be that Uchiha Madara was still subconsciously thinking about online chatting while he was turning into a hollow?

Yifeng saw that his encouragement was indeed effective and began to increase his output.

[Waste Dessert: Don't give up hope, Master Madara! Think about your original magical girl self, are you willing to become like that? ]

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