Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

Three days have passed since the collapse of Konoha, and Konoha has entered the reconstruction period. The villagers are building houses, and the whole village is thriving.

Human beings are creatures good at forgetting, or people always ignore the cruel reality and imagine that tomorrow will be better. There is nothing wrong with villagers putting aside the recent war and looking forward to a new life.

Living in the ninja world, they came to a conclusion that after every great war there must be peace, and after this battle, good days will follow.

All of a sudden, the number of Konoha getting married kept rising!

Uh...probably so.

There was no accident in Sand Hidden Village, and all the responsibilities were shifted to Orochimaru. After all, the death of Sidai Kazekage is very convincing.

Sandai Sarutobi didn't say much. How could the reputation of the mastermind behind the ninja world be fake? He knew the truth of it better than anyone else. But politics, it's good to pretend to be confused when you understand this stuff, we are still good friends when we smile at each other.

Shayin Village apologized piously and was full of sincerity; Muye Village was informal and there were a lot of adults.

When other ninja villages mentioned Konoha and Sand Hidden, they would compare their thumbs and praise from the bottom of their hearts: MMP!

It's such a pity that we didn't fight!

The three shadows who didn't want to be named secretly said that it's a pity that they wanted to plan something, but this battle came so suddenly and ended inexplicably, and it was too late for them to take the opportunity to make trouble.

Shayin Village begged for peace, with a very low posture, and it was only short of bowing down. Three generations of Sarutobi only left an old elder's bill, and hid in the Hokage Building secretly saddened, the one who stood silently behind him, sheltered him from the wind and rain, and would step forward to help him take the blame whenever difficult things happened The man is gone.

Thinking of this, Sandai Sarutobi burst into tears. Without the hardworking Danzo, how can he maintain his majestic Hokage image?

"Danzo, you just left... you left so suddenly, you left so unexpectedly, and you didn't even tell me." Sandai Sarutobi wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and in order not to lose his fortune at the end of the day, he decided: "It's time to find an heir!"

A personal figure flashed in Sandai Sarutobi's mind, he lit up a cigarette and puffed out the clouds, thinking about it one by one.

Self?

It's very suitable, but with his temperament, he might directly reject it.

Duke?

No, absolutely not, the village will be abandoned within ten years.

Kakashi?

It's also not suitable, although he can fight with anyone for 300 rounds, but the physique of kneeling after the fight is too weak, and it still needs to be honed to be Hokage.

Kay...

Cough cough, what am I doing, why do I think of Kai, when people get old, they just think wildly.

...

Then, several figures flashed past one by one, and Hiruzaru Sarutobi found sadly that Nuo Da's village could not find a suitable heir. There are quite a few people who have both character and strength, but they are either not qualified enough, or they are not from the Hokage lineage, have not inherited the will of the fire, and cannot be worthy of great responsibilities.

"Who should I turn to..." Hiruzaru Sarutobi looked at the village outside the window, thought hard to no avail, and decided to call Jiraiya over to discuss it.

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Somewhere in Muye Village, in an underground secret room, in an open space of nearly 100 square meters, there are ten nutrition tanks more than two meters long.

On the ground, the filthy reincarnated bodies between the pillars and the gates were lying side by side, their eyes closed, their bodies covered with black mantras, the mantras trembled occasionally, and stopped after walking a certain distance.

The lights in the secret room are bright, but it makes people feel a gloomy chill, because there are more than a hundred identical ghost masks hanging on the lonely wall.

Duke picked out an evil ghost mask and put it on his face, and began to dance the big god... Ahem, it's the beginning of the ceremony.

With the experience of resurrecting Minato and Kushina, Duke turned on the fairy mode with ease, and the phantom of death appeared behind him. When I first started watching Reaper, I might find it ugly if I didn’t get used to it for a while, but after I got used to it, I would find that Reaper is not ugly, but really ugly.

Everything was ready, Duke fished out a ball of blue soul from Hashirama, the legendary god of ninja world, the soul is no different from ordinary people.

Duke glanced at it, and came to the nutrition tank. The accelerated growth process was over, and the clone of Hashirama was lying quietly in it. Its face, height and body shape were restored one by one to that of when Hashirama was reincarnated from the dirt.

Duke pressed the switch, and the energy liquid in the nutrition tank was emptied, and when the cover was slowly opened, he stuffed the soul into the clone body.

The clone's heart beat faster, and after a few seconds of shortness of breath, it stabilized. Putting on the death mask, in Duke's black and white vision, Hashima's soul merged into a new body.

Then……

There was no more, Duke's head sank, and the scene in front of him suddenly darkened. When he came back to his senses, the surroundings were pitch black, and the darkness extended to the end of the distance, and the water surface was like ink under his feet, raising his feet and falling, and white ripples spread out.

"I fell asleep?" Duke was surprised. The scene in front of him was too familiar, but he quickly realized that the scene in front of him seemed to be some kind of open barrier, or his spirit had entered a certain place. fields.

Duke didn't panic too much. Firstly, he was a bold and skilled person, and secondly, he had seen the dark space too many times, and he had long been used to it. Compared with the darkness of the unknown space, there is at least one light in this nameless place in front of him.

Duke looked at a palace 100 meters ahead, or a building like a shrine or dojo, frowned and strode forward.

The ripples under his feet swayed round and round, Duke seemed to be walking on the dark water, and soon came to the gate of the palace. Cracked blank plaques, four pillars with peeling paint, and wooden doors that have been in disrepair for a long time, the dilapidated house has a sense of age.

Duke didn't take it lightly because of the shabby palace, because various routines show that the more dilapidated the temple, the more often the world's masters live there.

"Who can pull my spirit into this small world without me reacting...it seems not very difficult to guess." Duke thought for a while, and guessed who the owner of the room was, and immediately Excited to push the door and go in.

But when he suddenly thought about it, he felt that something was wrong. The owner of this party invited him in, but put the airs so high, it must have looked down upon Du Mou too much.

"Hmph, it's not that easy to pretend to be aggressive in front of me!" Duke snorted coldly, "If you want me to go in, I'll go in, wouldn't it be embarrassing for me, and I'm not as good as you want today."

After all, Duke pointed to his chest, and his mental power instantly condensed to the size of a pinhead, bombarding the barrier of the barrier, and he was about to leave forcibly.

His unconventional behavior left the host speechless for a while, only to hear a seemingly indistinct sigh, and the scenery around Duke changed again, and he came directly to the inside of the palace.

It seems that there is a statue in the center of the hall where the gods are enshrined. The unknown god has two horns on his head, three eyes on his face, and an ancient bun. Generally speaking, this face is solemn and solemn, but also has a A bit ferocious killing intent.

It should be an evil god!

Duke was slandering unscrupulously in his heart, and suddenly his eyes lit up, because the arms of the god statue were bent forward, and the palms were about to fold together. In the center of the palms, a sun-shaped symbol representing Yang Dun was drawn, and it represented The moon-shaped symbol of Yin Dun.

Just looking at it like this, Duke couldn't turn his eyes away, excitedly jumped onto the left hand of the statue, and pressed it on the sun-shaped logo of Yang Dun. It's a pity that before he could buckle it down with force, the light and shadow changed again, and the statue was gone, replaced by a long-bearded old man floating cross-legged in the air.

Sage of the Six Paths - Datsuki Yuyi!

Immortal of the Six Paths didn't look very good-looking, he can't be blamed for that, after all, anyone who meets an ignorant junior will never be so happy. Especially since this junior knew that this was his ashram, and he was going to do a fight, which was different from digging his grave in front of him.

Duke looked at the empty palm and thought it was a pity that he almost caught it. Although it may not be possible to get the power of the six realms, but people are like this, knowing that things can't be done, but there is always a fluke.

After sighing, he looked at the Immortal of the Six Paths holding the black stick, his face was unhappy, and he seemed to be trying to concoct him, he coughed lightly, and turned into a gentleman.

Old people like polite young people, this is always right, Duke decided to make a good impression on Sage of the Six Paths.

As the saying goes, first impressions are important!

"I've seen the Immortals of the Six Paths, but I don't know if it's your dojo. I met Meng Lang earlier."

Duke's words were very respectful, sincere and not deliberate. Although the Chakra of the Sage of the Six Paths in front of him was very thin, as if it would disappear in the next second, Duke knew very well that this was all an illusion.