Nagato carrying rice in Konoha

Chapter 354

Nagato's gaze paused for a moment on the figure holding a Zen staff. The spiritual energy covering the figure was also very large due to the figure's size.Such a technique of expression seems to be the embodiment of the strength of the characters in the painting, rather than a fact.

"Ninja sect??"

The spiritual energy on the third mural conveys this message.

Nagato could see the extremely rich chakra color in the densely packed figures in the painting, which was like the origin of all blood inheritance limits.

"Tsk, tsk, that's really incredible."

This is something very impressive when you think about it. All the weird and powerful things that have ever appeared in this world, whether they are still alive today or have disappeared, all come from the same organization.The shadow that leads this organization is a shadow shrouded in darkness, with a mysterious and terrifying appearance.It seems that even the creator of the mural does not know his true identity.

"It should be the Sage of Six Paths... However, there seems to be no point in thinking about this... Anyway, if you don't meet him in the future, it's not worth caring about. If you can meet him, you will probably just fight each other. When it comes to In our situation, the so-called peaceful coexistence is basically impossible."

Nagato said this, his eyes moved along the murals, stretched out his hand and pressed on the bare stone wall between the third mural and the fourth mural, and sighed.

"There was a blank space. Did someone erase the mural, or did it never exist at all??"

It was impossible for an old man to give him an explanation. There was only one skeleton at the scene, and he was a little confused about it.

It was obvious that there was a large amount of spiritual energy that was similar to "wonder" floating on this section of the stone wall, but apart from that, Nagato found nothing.

The fourth mural was much easier to understand. Nagato could tell at a glance that the content of the painting was the deadly fight between the Otsutsuki brothers and the Ten-Tails.

The scene of their fight was very different from the information in Nagato's brain.

In the center of the mural, the huge figure that originally belonged to Kaguya turned into a weird Ten-Tails, which looked like a human and an animal. It was unclear what kind of alien species it was.The huge head was shrouded in darkness, and no facial features could be seen. There was only a blood-red nine-magatama samsara eye, which was bright and dazzling - the color was like blood just pouring out of a wound.However, there is no temperature or activity in it. It is filled with only death, destruction, and violence, nothing more.

"It feels like he has lost his mind, a bit like Naruto who can't control the nine tails." Nagato made such a conclusion, "But in terms of strength, it's not in the same dimension at all..."

Compared with the complete form of the Ten-Tails in front of me, the Nine-Tails looks so delicate and cute.

Just from the feeling of spiritual energy radiating from the murals, Nagato can also experience how terrifying the Ten-Tails is. It can be said to be the embodiment of destruction, a necessary disaster scene before the world is in danger.

But the Otsutsuki brothers stood in the face of such a world-class disaster and refused to give in.They turned their backs to the screen, held their "staffs" high, and maintained a fighting posture. It must be said that they felt very "warrior".

Nagato's eyes lingered on the white robes on the two of them for a while, comparing their amazing aura with other "black spots" in the picture, it can be seen that these two people are obviously immortal-level powerhouses .Around the two of them, a few scattered living people seemed to be lingering, and farther away, on the ground shattered by the ten tails, were scattered weapons and corpses all over the wilderness, telling endless stories. desolate.

"What can we do? This happened..."

Looking into the distance, too much viscous blood was gathered in the low-lying areas, deep and wide, like lakes of blood, condensing on the ground until the distant horizon.

The "blood rivers" rushing between the slightly higher peaks were mixed with corpses and went up against the trend. They were pulled by unknown forces and rushed into the sky. They were connected with the blood ribbons flowing down from the black clouds and hung in the air. like a statue.There was no vitality at all, it was full of deathly silence, and a sticky feeling soaked in too much filth, like the body fluids of some kind of creature.

Nagato stared at those weird liquids, and suddenly his vision blurred, and he felt a trance. Then his brain shook slightly, and he felt a little dizzy. He couldn't help but let out a light ejection, and used the power of the samsara eye to expel the body. After seeing the abnormality, he got out of the trance and exclaimed: "This ghost place is really evil...Fortunately, the samsara eye didn't stretch my hips..."

In fact, he can understand after thinking about it. For this secret room, the Samsara Eye is like a key. It is normal for there to be some side effects that only the Samsara Eye is immune to.

Nagato shook his head. After he was in a trance, he looked at the mural in front of him again. His vision was still a little blurry. But in this blurred vision, the theme of the mural in front of him seemed to have changed. What it depicted was no longer the same thing. This is a decisive battle related to the fate of the world, but a world-class super-large ceremony. It is based on the whole world and uses the flesh and blood of all humans as materials. It uses the spiritual power generated by their suffering to try to condense deeper terror in the world.

In such a trance, Nagato felt that the hard surface under the feet of Otsutsuki brothers seemed extremely fragile, as if something was desperately trying to break out of the ground, that thing was howling like ghosts, trying to break free, and soaring into the sky. The river of blood is just the saliva spitting into the sky from its open mouth...
"...Is this an illusion? How could something like this happen? At least the spitting thing must have come up with it myself!!" Nagato shook his head in disbelief, his eyes flashing in disbelief. The cold light emerged again, completely erasing the mental pollution the mural had brought to him.

The fear is not death, but pregnancy.

At the end of the mental pollution being cleared away, a line of blood words flashed across Nagato's eyes for a moment and disappeared.It's like the last prophecy, and it seems like the will that has been preserved from ancient times.

Nagato frowned, lowered his head and thought for a moment, showing a surprised expression.

"But what the hell does this have to do with me?"

Deep in his heart, a rebellious impulse began to burn. He wanted to criticize the hidden side of the mural, and teach it the truth of the world that it should speak when it wants to say something and fart when it wants to. He had to endure it again and again without being slapped. Smash it to pieces - after all, this mural looks very old, and it can be considered an antique after all.

Nagato silently calculated how much this thing could be sold for later, and chose it magnanimously.

"...It's really a killing spree."

It was not his style to follow the rhythm of others and bother to guess. Nagato's eyes fell back on the murals, focusing on some simpler and more "valuable" information.

However, he soon discovered that it was impossible to see how many people had died through the murals. The "realism" of the entire painting relied on a combination of semi-physical chakra and spiritual energy.Therefore, he could only feel the extremely terrifying and depressing atmosphere through the murals and directly understand the creator's intentions. In other words, for the unknown creator, the world at this time was a living hell.

"What's the use of this?" Nagato sighed, and stared at the Otsutsuki brothers unwillingly. After discovering that they couldn't see their chakra clearly, he lost interest in this mural.

His eyes scanned the four murals he had seen before, and when he was about to look at the next one, he was stunned for a moment. Then, with the idea of ​​​​reconfirming, he scanned the contents of the first four murals again, and scratched Scratching your head.

"Is this what it means? From the first to the fourth picture, the center of the picture is Kaguya Otsutsuki's front, side, back, and ten tails. If you read it as a comic strip, it is implying that Kaguya has turned around. Transformed into the Ten-Tails?... Well, from the perspective of a bystander, it is indeed valuable information, but! For me, it is useless!!!"

Nagato said to himself, his eyes falling on the fifth mural, and this time, the person standing at the center of the mural was finally no longer Kaguya or something related to Kaguya, but became the Sage of Six Paths.

(End of this chapter)