Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"dawn?"

Feeling the extraordinary power coming like a sea wave, Lishi Xiao bit her lips tightly. She looked at the cloaked man from the corner of her eye, and all the muscles in her body suddenly tensed up. You can't be nervous, you can't be nervous. With Master Shenshu here, nothing will happen. of.

The fake four-image seal has no effect, it just crawls on the lower abdomen to look good.

What Mizuno really wanted was to endow Tateishi Xiao with crystal tunnel. Crystal tunnel, a ninjutsu that is highly ornamental and will disrupt the financial order, is better in the hands of the government. After all, in the reincarnation of leeks, the government itself It has a mature system.

"You bastard, have you been watching the battle?" Hei Ding's voice was trembling. It was doing a tense rally with Sixiang Seal. If it lost, it would be sealed in this little girl's body. It was a great shame.

"No, no, I didn't take any action just because I saw your ability to deal with these fish and shrimps. I thought you could easily solve the problem with three strikes and five divisions." The cloaked man let out a hasty laugh, "But you are capsized in the gutter now Already."

The distracted body, which was performing the four-image seal, was unable to restrain the cloaked man again, and the black scorpion resisted the distracted body.

The cloaked man who has been ambushing by the side is the yellow bird, and he only makes a move at such a critical moment of balance.

"How about it, have you thought it through? I will help you deal with this immortal's distracted body. Don't forget, but we helped you break the seal and release you from the thousand-year cage. There is no reason to avenge us enemies Bar."

"You..." The strength of the four-element seal is getting deeper and deeper, and the reality is that the underground world is shaking more and more. "Okay, I promise you, Yuan! Hurry up and kill these bugs!"

"Then, on behalf of the Xiao organization, I welcome you to join, Heipeng."

A ring flew towards the black shadow, and Kite's body suddenly disappeared the moment the ring flew out.

A man who haunts and stirs up the world.

Li Shixiao's eyes opened suddenly, and the underground world was filled with the silence of death before the atomic bombing.

And the distracted body that was confronting also narrowed its eyes, and the light on its body became more and more intense.

"It's too late, let's go!"

The distracting body of the Divine Tree suddenly burst, and exploded like a flower bud.

Tens of thousands of vine branches, wooden dragons, and wooden figures flew out from the distracting body, just like Doraemon's four-dimensional pocket poured out all the props at once.

"Roar!"

The evil god, like a statue of the evil god carved by a crazy artist, is horribly deformed.

"Small tricks!"

Yuan stepped forward from the void, laughed, but didn't see any movement from him, but waved his hand lightly.

"boom!"

All the wooden escape techniques exploded.

The sprinting wooden dragon and wooden man exploded into thousands of sections, gorgeous fireworks.

"let's go."

But all this is just a cover-up, distractedly grabbing Tateishi Xiao's arm.

Then the body double went to the place where Meisha was, and the bodies of the two disappeared into the underground world.

"Spiritualism!"

"Both of you go back to Tokyo first!"

The moment before being channeled to Tokyo, Tateishi Shino looked at the distracted body heading towards Akatsuki.

"Master Shenshu!"

"God tree..."

After the two were psychic, the underground world, which was about to explode, came to a sudden halt.

All the wooden dragons and wooden figures disappeared one after another, the black scorpion, the kite, the distracted body, and the faces of various facial makeups became the same person, and the silent underground world returned to the control of silence.

Tokyo, Shinjuku District.

The troublemakers have already gathered at a good location in Shinjuku District, and pointed their shooting equipment at the sacred tree that just had the vision.

Yoyogi, which has completely turned into a large construction site, is tightly sealed off. Except for the construction unit, ordinary people are not allowed to enter, but the Shinjuku area next to Yoyogi has no restrictions. On several high-rise observation buildings in Shinjuku area with a good view, people can visit around the clock. Someone is filming.

However, except for the words that flew out at the beginning, the 200-meter-high sacred tree fell into a long silence, which disappointed many people who were going to watch a good show here.

"Kameda, will there really be big news?"

Kameda is the surname. The anchor who was once famous for directly attacking the battle of Yoyogi relied on his identity as a national to roam around the country every day, making money by broadcasting live broadcasts to foreigners. After all, the island country’s current travel ban has not been lifted. Foreigners who love to die unless they swim across the Pacific Ocean.

But the Hua people in the live broadcast room always like to use his surname, and Kameda doesn't know why.

"I will, I will."

Looking at Yoyogi, and thinking about the Yoyogi property he sold, Kameda couldn't help but feel a little gritty.

Sour, very sour.

If I didn't have brain twitches, I would have stepped into the upper class in one step, so why would I want to be the anchor of this hundreds of thousands of fans.

The little anchor next to him nodded. What Kameda believed could not be wrong. He is a big player in the industry. If he said there would be big news, there must be big news.

But after waiting for an hour, there was still no movement in the sacred tree in the distance. Many photographers squatting at the shooting point couldn't help rubbing their shoulders, but still no one was willing to go downstairs, and everyone was waiting for a good time.

"coming!"

The disorganized personnel stood up in an instant, and all the shooting equipment in their hands focused on the sacred tree.

But seeing the movement of the sacred tree, the photographer's body trembled.

"God, what happened to the sacred tree?"

"This is, is it going to wither?"

"Is there going to be another fight?"

The originally majestic sacred tree is shrinking visible to the naked eye, and the lush green leaves have entered the chilling autumn ahead of time, slowly turning yellow and falling into the air.

The size of the sacred tree is so huge that the canopy covers half of the sky, and when the leaves fall, the boundless leaves rustle down, and when the sea breeze blows, half of Tokyo will almost become a world of falling leaves.

The great tradition of the upper-class culture of the island country advocates the plot of mourning, which in turn affects ordinary people. If it is cherry blossoms, it will be fine. But seeing the falling leaves of the sacred tree in reality will not make Tokyo people feel beautiful joy, but panic.

Fear of the mutation of the sacred tree! Panic as to whether some catastrophe happened!

"The sacred tree that protects Tokyo."

An 80-year-old man sat slumped on the ground, tears streaming from his eyes as he watched the sacred tree wither: "This country is not going to end."

The elderly in island countries are the most superstitious, and many elderly people tie their beliefs to the sacred tree.

"Ah, it's over, it's over."

On the streets of Shinjuku, where people drink in broad daylight, several middle-aged drunken people emerged from the izakaya.

In their forties and fifties, they were born and grew up in the period of rapid development of the island country and grew up in the golden age.

However, not long after entering the society, starting a family and starting a business, they encountered successive economic crises. After twenty years of being lost, the appearance of the sacred tree brought a new round of prosperity. Although this round of prosperity has little to do with ordinary people, in their eyes It is also honorable.

To put it bluntly, the island nation's confidence in the supernatural has never been greater, and the reliable status of the sacred tree has replaced Takeo Moribe as the source of more than half of this confidence.

But at this time, the sacred tree is faintly dying, how can it not make the people of Tokyo panic.

"What?" The construction worker who was pushing a wheelbarrow on the construction site slapped the leaves off his face.

He looked up at the withering of the majestic giant tree, the falling leaves collapsed like tall buildings, and the light of the world was blocked by Ye Hai.