Gou in the Ninja World

"this is?"

Several people gathered around to take a look, their eyes changed.

I saw that the sacred tree was cut open. On the cross-section of the two halves of the yellow stump, there were scattered round patterns that were completely different from the texture and color of wood. Those patterns were like glass balls. The size, round, is as conspicuous as the stars in the night sky.

Moreover, the circular patterns that were exposed in front of them looked like a white jade with a pale red jade in the middle, which looked like something in their impression.

"Write round eyes!"

Yukimura took a closer look, and these small dots, one by one, like stars, weren't exactly the appearance of Zhuanyan.

Chapter 352 The New Journey

That's right, Yukimura saw clearly, that what appeared in the branches of the sacred tree was indeed Shalanyan.

There are about fifty or sixty writing wheel eyes scattered around the inside of the trunk of the sacred tree. Near the roots of the tree, they are like stars in the sky. Some are clearer, and some are slightly blurred. But there is no doubt that these things are indeed the writing wheels of the Uchiha clan.

It is unbelievable that the writing wheel eyes would actually appear in the trunk of the sacred tree. If Yukumura hadn't split the trunk, perhaps no one would have noticed that it contained such a universe.

"It's incredible, there are so many writers!"

Uzumaki Sana stood by, looked at the dense eyes, and said in surprise.

"Will the sacred tree produce Shalanyan?"

"No, not so much production"

Bo Feng Shuimen shook his head, squatted down, and planed twice in the soil under the sacred tree. Sure enough, in the soil, a few eyeballs that were about to rot sporadically appeared.

"Rather than swallowing."

Yukimura looked at this scene with a gloomy expression, and a terrible thought emerged in his heart.

The number of these writing wheels is not small. Fifty or sixty writing wheels are almost equivalent to the total number of the inner wheel family. Moreover, most of these eyes are concentrated at the bottom of the tree trunk, plus the soil. A few sporadic eyeballs, this situation is not like the normal flowering and fruiting steps of a plant, but somewhat similar to eating.

Seeing these eyes and reminiscing about the massacres of the Neilun clan every 30 years, the conclusion is obvious.

"They cultivated the sacred tree with the writing wheel eyes."

Uchiha Madara said every word.

"In addition to natural energy, can this tree grow by absorbing something special?"

Qianshoujian said faintly, he also thought of this at this time, and based on the information he has so far, it seems that the god tree can treat Shaanyan as a special nourishment.

It’s not surprising that the writing wheel eyes are the product of the last sacred tree. As a species of the same kind, the new sacred tree can evolve by swallowing the genetic material of the previous sacred tree, which is also reasonable.

Presumably, the half of the iron piece marked by Hafeng Mizuno should be the box carrying similar things, and the reason why Uchiha's corpse with soil appears on the trunk, right? His half of the wooden escape body It seems to be a good nourishment.

"What a terrible thing."

Qianshou Zhuma frowned and sighed, not to mention that this sacred tree can still run away. Fortunately, they discovered the location of the sacred tree this time. Otherwise, if the tree is allowed to grow or be summoned in Izumo City, the consequences will be Imaginable.

"Fortunately, this tree has not fully grown."

Bo Feng Shuimen said that such a sacred tree must be very terrifying to grow up, but fortunately it has died.

He let out a sigh of relief and glanced around. After the sacred tree fell, the surroundings finally recovered their previous tranquility again.

So far, everything hidden in Miaomu Mountain has been revealed, the sky prison and the sacred tree, these two empires have hidden secrets for many years, and finally revealed their true colors.

And now, it's time to end.

Hitomi Amaterasu

Uchiha Madara's eyes glared sharply, and the black flame whizzed out following the direction of his vision, turning into a large net, completely enveloping the remains of the sacred tree, and spreading quickly, taking a few breaths In between, the entire different space was filled with black fire like pitch-black tentacles.

Wow!

The black flame was burning, and the heat wave was rolling, like hell fire, covering the entire space, as if to completely burn out this different space.

Everyone has no objection to Uchiha Madara’s approach. The sacred tree is too big for them to take out, and there is no way to use it for their own use, but even if they can’t take it away, Uchiha Madara does not intend to take the sacred tree. His corpse was left to the Empire, not just corpses, even in this different space, he didn't plan to keep it.

The flames of the Amaterasu can burn for seven days and seven nights without human control. The Amaterasu of Uchiha Madara is even more amazing than the Amaterasu of Itachi. Under the burning of this Amaterasu, it only takes a few hours to complete the whole different space. Everything inside will burn out.

At the same time, when the sacred tree burned, the dirty soil of Uchiha that was overwhelmed under the withered yellow branches of the sacred tree reincarnated and began to gradually crumble down. His body continued to crumble from head to toe. , Slowly turned into tiny dust, scattered down, permeated the entire space.

"His soul burned out."

Qianshoujian said, this situation shows that the dirt-carrying reincarnation has already died out by itself.

In the absence of external energy supply, the reincarnated filthy earth needs to burn the soul of the reincarnated person as an energy source.

The soil can last for so long, mainly because the sacred tree provided him with a large amount of chakras, but once the sacred tree fell, the chakra supply from the outside world was lost, and the souls left with the soil could no longer support the reincarnation. Activities, naturally there is only one way to perish.

From now on, in this world, whether it is in this world or in the pure land, there will be no more Uchiha belt soil.

"Bring Soil"

Bo Feng Shuimen sighed and watched this scene slightly sentimentally. His disciple, who had high hopes, finally walked off the stage in a tragic way.

"Reincarnated from the dirty soil."

Yukimura also pondered slightly, not because of the soil, after all, he and the soil did not have much affection, even if the other party's soul is scattered, it is no different to him.

However, he saw the sequelae of the rebirth of the dirty soil, he has never forgotten that several Hokages are also reincarnated from the dirty soil at this time. Don't look at them now talking and laughing and full of energy, but once the soul energy is exhausted, The result will not be much better than with soil.

Therefore, he once again understood the reason why Qianshou Zhujian had set this technique as a forbidden technique.

"We should go now."

Qianshou Jianma didn't know that Yukimura was thinking about this at this time, he looked around the whole different space that was burning around, and said.

After the soil and the sacred tree were all solved, this rare journey to another space gradually came to an end.

"We can't stay here for long, the people of the Empire will arrive here soon."

Qianshou Jianma reminded that although the soil was a reincarnated person who was half-restocked by the operator, from the previous situation, his condition was not monitored in real time, but it is impossible to release the dirty soil reincarnation with soil. It can be hidden from the manipulator behind it, so it is conceivable that someone will come to find out soon after the soil disappears.

At that time, everything that happened in Alien Space and Miaomu Mountain will be completely exposed to the empire. With their strength, it is not the time to confront the empire. Now that the main goal has been achieved, it is natural to run away. It's time.

"Then go home."

Qianshou Zhuma nodded and let out a long sigh. After three years, he really missed the City of Hope that had been carefully built by them for generations.

"Fourth Generation."

"Got it."