V1.C610

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. A figure appears abruptly on the wilderness, and his expression is indifferent.

He was dressed in a retro white robe, with pure white pupil and carefree momentum. He walked in the wilderness under the moonlight.

He has been in the world for several days and has traveled around the world at his speed. It was found that the thousand year old war was over, and the Ninjas also gathered together to set up a village called "Muye". The village head, known as "Huoying", is now held by the head of the thousand handed clan.

He still knows something about the Qianshou people. As the inheritor of Ashura, the second son of the sixth generation, Qianshou's reputation has spread among the tatungmu clan. After all, from the perspective of blood, they have a common distant ancestor.

The wind turned his head and looked at the wilderness, which was devastated by the fierce fighting. Even after a long time, there is no trace of recovery here.

This is the place where xuanthey fought with Yucun a few months ago. The land under their feet is scorched black and there is no end at all. There are ups and downs of boulders everywhere, which are arranged irregularly. The land has been hit with potholes, and there are many places where there are deep pits.

The big tube wooden plume wind explored very carefully, even an inch of land had not been let go. Just a few months later, he could imagine how fierce the battle had been.

"Yu Village ancestor, lost?" He whispered to himself in an unbelievable tone. Others may not be able to find out anything in the battlefield after a few months. However, as the strongest contemporary member of the datongmu clan, he can understand a trace of the situation at that time through the subtle chakra left in the space.

His eyes were serious, and he looked up into the air. There was the position where Datong Muyu village was suspended. He seemed to see the sword that killed Datong Muyu village a few months ago.

After a long time, he took back his eyes and sighed with relief, "what a strong breath, no wonder we can defeat the ancestors of Yucun. However, according to the residual breath, the strength of Yucun ancestors is far less than that of the original. Otherwise, the whole continent may be broken down without any comparison among the eight martial arts, and it will never be just this kind of destruction."

He was silent for a while. "It seems that I need to go to Muye."

As he talked to himself, the breeze of the night blew, and his figure had disappeared.

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The night of Muye is silent, and Ninjas patrol most of the streets.

Since the Erwei incident, qianshouzhu has begun to change its policy. Now there are many thousand handed people in the Ninja patrolling the night. "Root" has joined the ranks of inspecting the leaves after its formal establishment.

Ha! A Japanese ninja yawned and his eyes flashed with deep weariness. After that day's event, the Japanese ninja was mobilized. All teams with more than three people should be equipped with a Japanese ninja.

"It's getting dark. It seems that nothing will happen tonight." The way of thousand handed Ninja clinging to lanterns.

Another ninja of dog mound squatted down. A big white dog next to him bowed his head and sniffed, whining twice.

"Mingwan didn't find any abnormal smell either. When we patrol another street, we can hand over the shift and go home. Tomorrow is another team's shift. We can have a good rest."

"Well." The day's Ninja is about to talk, but suddenly a congealed look, white eyes suddenly opened, eyes blue tendons burst up.

However, it was all he could do. A figure appeared in front of him like nothing.

Bang! Bang!

Two of his companions fell in response.

In front of him appeared a middle-aged man in a white robe. His face was cold and cold, and he was not angry. What shocked the Japanese ninja most was that his pupils were pure white, which was 80% similar to his own white eyes.

"White White eyes? " I exclaimed to the ninja, but I felt the signal bullet on my waist.

He is sure that the other party is not a member of the RI people, because he knows all the people of the day.

He was stiff, unable to move at the moment when he was about to touch the signal bomb. The other side looked at him calmly and said calmly, "where does Yuzhi Boxuan live?"

At the time of saying this, the Japanese ninja found that he could resume his action. After thinking about it, he pointed to the north and quietly held the signal bomb with his other hand.

"Good. For the sake of being a member of the Japanese people, I'll let you live." The other side indifferently a, calm a finger toward forehead point.

Japanese ninja's pupils contract, trying to avoid the body, but uncontrolled.

A finger in the brow, the control of the incomparably exquisite chakra invades his brain, the whole person's consciousness is blurred, and flops to the ground.

Until the end of the day, they were unable to fire the flare in their hands.

Big tube wood feather breeze looked at him, tone slightly disappointed: "Yu Village ancestor's main world descendant unexpectedly degenerated to this degree."

With a sigh, his figure mysteriously disappeared.

Not long after, this day people long wake up, the two companions around also turn to wake up. The three looked at each other in confusion.

"Just now, what happened?"

The other two shook their heads together. None of them had any memory of what had just happened. They didn't even know how they were in a coma.Moonlight from the window in the house, the place in front of the bed reflected the snow-white, quiet lying, breathing evenly, it seems to fall into a deep sleep.

Tonight, he fell asleep alone. Although the whirlpool water user came back, she was very tired from the previous research on the boundary, and she went to sleep in another room early.

Xuan likes the moonlight very much, so he always opens a window in his own house to guide the moonlight to the room at night.

Suddenly, a ghostly figure appeared in his room, a white robe, pupil pure white.

He stood quietly in the room, looking at the deep sleep, without a trace of breath leakage.

He stepped up and came to Xuan's side. There was no sound or breath. It seemed that he was really a ghost.

Xuan was still sleeping soundly without any notice.

"Yu Zhi Bo Xuan is his last sword to defeat his ancestors. Well, take it away first." He secretly said in his heart, reaching for the sleeping Xuan.

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