Shadow of the Wood

Chapter 260 Lying

Shikamaru, whose upper body and cheeks are covered with curse-sealed cloud patterns, turned his head and looked behind him. The phantom of the god of death with a translucent body was quietly floating in mid-air. Hanging on the chest, the temples are more like ropes firmly binding the soul in front of him, the eyes cast on the soul are full of greed, and there is a short knife in the mouth, and the saliva is constantly dripping.

Except for Shikamaru who is the caster, no one else can see the phantom of the god of death, except for one person, that is Orochimaru himself whose soul was sacrificed at this time, unfortunately he is not here.

When Shikamaru was possessed by Orochimaru with a curse seal in the group on the short book street, he was prepared for this action at this time. He was never a character who was waiting to die. Even if he was in adversity, he always wanted to come back and win. What condensed my heart immediately after passing away was not worry, but how to use this to strengthen my own strength.

Stealing the ghoul sealing technique, sealing the soul of Orochimaru, exploring the method of controlling spiritual energy, and even practicing hard for many days in remote temples, all this is to study how to use other people's souls to perform this s The level of forbidden technique has become his strongest trump card so far.

After working so hard for so long, it's time to pay back!Shikamaru withdrew his gaze from the phantom of the god of death, let out a low drink, and unrestrainedly swayed chakra and spiritual energy, and a series of pitch-black tentacles emerged from his body, tightly entwining Kirabi's tailed beast After that huge body.

"There are more tentacles than me!" Kirabi's voice came from the mouth of the eight-tailed fierce bull, struggling and shouting, trying to break free from the shackles of Shikamaru's spiritual energy.

Shikamaru gritted his teeth to maintain the huge chakra, he only needs to delay the bull for a while!

Grim Reaper raised his left hand high, and the rosary beads on his wrist collided together, making a sound that only Shikamaru could hear, and then stretched that big hand with dark purple skin and pitch-black nails into the chest of the soul in front of him .

"Hmm!" Shikamaru snorted, although Orochimaru's soul had replaced him as a sacrifice to change the god of death, but to perform the sealing technique, his body was still used as a container, and the cold and chilling feeling spread from his lower abdomen to the All over his body, a momentum seemed to come from behind, causing his body to shake slightly.

Snapped!

The big hand of the god of death sprang out from Shikamaru's lower abdomen, and grabbed the bull's head. Only then did Kirabi realize that something was wrong, especially the pulling force from the god of death made him feel a chill in his heart :"What's this!?"

Kirabi tried to resist this pulling force, but unfortunately even the nine-tailed demon fox, which was stronger than the eight-tailed power, still couldn't resist this forbidden technique.

Grim Reaper's single hand is insignificant compared to the huge body of the eight-tailed bull, but Shikamaru controls it and pulls it. Eight tails are formed by chakra, and Yuruo's substantial body is pulled from one point to the whole body. Chakra is like a flood Like rushing into Shikamaru's body, but in a blink of an eye, Kirabi could no longer maintain the tailed beast form, only a layer of tailed beast clothes covered his body, and fell from midair to the ground.

Shikamaru let out a muffled snort, and the huge eight-tailed chakra was incorporated into his body under the power of "Ghoul Sealed", a circle of runes slowly emerged from his lower abdomen, but there was still a fierce bull with its own consciousness But he has been struggling endlessly, resisting the sealing power, not to mention the huge chakra that suddenly filled his body and almost exploded Shikamaru, his body even lost consciousness just for a moment.

"Sure enough, it would be a lot harder to seal the tailed beast without the altar." Shikamaru gasped for air, his legs softened, and he half-kneeled on the ground involuntarily. Although he had made various plans, he used Orochimaru's soul to display " There is only one chance to "seal the dead ghosts" and has never been tested in practice. Although "sealed dead ghosts" was born out of the gossip seal technique, he thought that the power of this forbidden technique could supplement the effect of the altar. It proved that he guessed wrong, but fortunately nothing was life-threatening.

It’s just that this is not Shikamaru’s resting place. He raised his head and glanced at Kirabi who had gotten up from the ground. Although most of the eight-tailed power had been sealed into his body by himself with ghouls, he had become a Jinzhuriki since he was a child. Kirabi, most of his own chakra has been mixed with the eight tails, unless the chakra is completely absorbed, otherwise he can still use the power of some tailed beasts, and his combat ability is far from that of Shikamaru who is in poor condition today .

"Black magic. Ten directions!"

"Lei Plough Hot Knife!"

boom!

The loud noise reverberated in the mountains, Kirabi's chest heaved and fluctuated, and he kept looking around, but found no trace of Shikamaru.

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The country of Tian, ​​which is thousands of miles away from the country of thunder, is attributed to the strange habits of Oshemaru itself. Most of the bases of Otonin village are built underground. , On the contrary, the shadows of the passing people were projected on the wall, adding a bit of gloom.

Orochimaru, who was fiddling with instruments in a research room, stared intently at the test tube in his hand, but a sense of dizziness suddenly came to his mind, which made him stagger involuntarily and almost fell to the ground. He barely held on to the table Steady body, but the test tube has fallen to the ground and shattered.

"What's going on!?" Orochimaru's complexion became even paler, almost as bloodless as a dead body, his eyes were bloodshot, like a wounded beast, with vigilance and anger, he suddenly felt as if he had lost a room. Very important stuff.

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The distant bells echoed in the ancient temple in the deep mountains. The monks in the temple were busy doing their own work, and a few young monks in shabby clothes were running errands around.

boom!

A middle-aged man was thrown heavily on the ground, and he groaned. His face was covered with bruises and he cowed, obviously terrified of the man standing not far from him.

"Is this here?" The man who looked down at the middle-aged man was wearing a large windbreaker with a black background and red clouds, a hood and a forehead that indicated his identity as a ninja, but the forehead with the logo of Taki Ninja Village was deliberately scratched in the middle With a scratch on it, knowledgeable people can tell at a glance that he is a traitor, but it is a pity that the middle-aged man lying on the ground is not included among these people.

The middle-aged man felt very regretful, he shouldn't be greedy for money and get involved with the murderer beside him, judging by the way this man acted, he might even implicate the masters in the temple today.

Wearing the uniform uniform of "Akatsuki Organization" and wearing the forehead protector of Taki Ninja Village, naturally only the rebel Ninja Kakuto who was active in the ninja world at the same time as the first Hokage Senjujuma. At this time, the middle-aged man did not answer. , he couldn't help narrowing his eyes dangerously, and said in a cold voice: "Answer me!"

"...Yes, it's here." The middle-aged man's face was twisted, and after struggling in his heart, fear still prevailed, and he replied tremblingly.

Kakuto nodded in satisfaction when he heard the words. He inquired many ways, and finally got the information that Shikamaru used to haunt this place. After further research, he learned that Shikamaru had stayed in this temple for a long time, and he must have left some clues , can help Jiaodu understand his whereabouts.

He didn't even look at the middle-aged man lying on the ground, he just walked forward and observed the temple in the distance. Before the man had time to rejoice, the corner of his foot that might as well be walking suddenly kicked on his chest After hearing a series of bones breaking, he walked towards the gate of the temple leisurely, as if he had crushed an ant casually, as if nothing had happened.

"Faxing Temple?" Jiao Du turned his head to look at the plaque on the gate of the temple, then looked away indifferently, and kicked open the closed gate.

boom!

Several young monks who were still working in the courtyard looked at Jiaodu who was striding into the temple. One of the young monks who was closest to the gate had not had time to ask a question, but saw that Jiaodu's wrist shook, and his palm was removed from his body out of thin air. Next, several organs like blood vessels were connected to the body, and he was stuck in the neck.

"Where did the young man who lived here go after he left here?" Jiao Du approached the little monk whose neck was stuck by him, and asked in a low voice.

"I, I don't know..." The little monk replied with difficulty, his neck was pinched by the horns as soon as he finished speaking.

Jiaodu threw the monk's body on the ground like throwing rubbish. Seeing this, several immature monks in the courtyard took a step back. Traveling abroad for alms, one is to increase knowledge, and the other is not to burden the temple. Now there are only old and weak people in the temple. At this moment, there is no one who dares to speak out in the small courtyard.

"Where is the abbot?" Kakuzu continued to ask.

Most of the young monks in the courtyard looked at the dead monk's body with pale faces, and didn't know what to say. They couldn't help but frowned in disgust, and suddenly ran to a young monk, grabbed his collar, and pulled He raised it high and asked sharply, "Tell me where the abbot is!"

"I'm here." A calm voice suddenly came from Kakuzu's side.

Jiaodu turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, including the abbot Daosu of Faxing Temple, the four senior senior monks had been startled by the sound in the courtyard and came to the small courtyard of Jiaodu.

"Are you the abbot?" Jiaodu questioned Daosu in an old cassock after looking up and down.

After Daosu proclaimed the Buddha's name, he nodded yes.

"A young man who lived here a while ago, do you know where he went?" Jiaodu continued to ask.

"I don't know the relationship between that benefactor and you, sir, but I really don't know his whereabouts." Daosu gave a salute, then replied softly, and asked again: "Can we put the corpse down first? "

"You'd better know about his whereabouts..." Kakuzu didn't listen to the abbot's question at all, but only threatened in a cold voice: "Because for me, worthless things are not necessary for survival!"

"Lying is one of the five precepts, and I have never lied to a benefactor." Dao Su shook his head, and answered seriously, at the same time motioning to his two senior brothers, Dao Pu and Dao Hong, to collect the monk's corpse at Jiaodu's feet.

A cold light flashed in Jiaodu's eyes, and before he could ask any questions, the two old monks who were close to his body suddenly shouted in unison, and embraced his body, their movements were vigorous and youthful for a moment.

It's a pity that it doesn't stop there. Without enough material supplies, it is impossible to train ninjas or even samurai. Several old monks have been recuperating for a long time, but they are much healthier than ordinary people, and they are not able to fight at all.

"Brother!" Dao Su shouted at Dao Zhen who was holding a wooden sign with the word "forbidden speech", and he rushed forward with Dao Pu and Dao Hong, hugging Jiaodu tightly.

Seeing this, Daozhen, who has insisted on practicing closed mantra for decades, quickly threw away the wooden sign in his hand, and said to the stunned monks in a hoarse voice, "Follow me and leave through the back door!"

As he said that, he had already stepped forward to hold the youngest novice novice, grabbed the other novice monks and wanted to leave.

Overwhelmed by his own strength, Kakudo sneered at this moment, and broke free from the arms of several old monks with a slight struggle, and punched Dao Pu on the Adam's apple, and after Dao Pu covered his Adam's apple and groaned, he fell to the ground At that time, Jiaodu had already stepped on Daohong's lower abdomen, and then grabbed the abbot Daosu's collar and threw him out.

After catching up with Daozhen, he threw his elbow on the back of his neck again, saw him fall to the ground and convulsed until he didn't move, then waved away several young monks to stop his running momentum.

"Do you know the whereabouts of Nara Shikamaru!?" Kakutsu asked coldly when he saw Michisuke struggling to get up from the ground.

Daosu first glanced at the brothers who had passed away, and then at the shivering junior monks. The oldest among them was only 15 years old, but he was shorter than Shikamaru who once boarded at Faxing Temple. Half-haired, wearing ill-fitting clothes inherited from his senior brother, his thin face was full of panic.

"Samsara circulates, like a car like a wheel." Daosu's eyes flashed a little struggle, and he couldn't bear it, but thinking of Shikamaru's conversation with him when he was practicing Zen, he whispered again: "This life is so difficult..., the next life, Be happy in the next life."

"I don't know." Dao Su replied in a deep voice.