Uchiha's Dimensional Invasion Plan

"Peace!" Hashirama shook his head: "Didn't your junior already realize that kind of thing?"

Madara's face was startled: "Hegemony, you would actually approve of that kind of thing?"

Hashirama sighed: "There is no approval or disapproval at all, don't you understand? As long as everyone can live happily and happily, as long as there will be no more fighting in the world, and no one will die because of the war. No one cries in dark corners anymore, and there is no hegemony at all."

The corner of Madara's mouth twitched: "I see, you are indeed a guy with short ambitions, content with the status quo, and not seeking to make progress."

"Because of your short ambition, the ninja world has only maintained peace for more than ten years; because of your short ambition, Konoha was almost destroyed in the First Ninja World War; because of your short ambition, your family was almost destroyed. Years have fallen to the bottom, and so far only one single daughter has survived."

"A person's goal determines his future pattern, and your pattern is limited to the size of a palm, which is not enough for me to cut across the board."

Hashirama sighed and remained silent, cursing secretly in his heart, saying that he is stubborn, but in fact this guy is really stubborn. After living for so long, he still doesn't understand that there is no such thing as perfection.

"I will let you see it, a perfect world, a world without any chaos and resentment." Seeing that Hashirama was silent, Madara raised the corner of his mouth and said confidently.

Hashirama glanced at the buds under him, raised his brows and asked, "Since you don't intend to use the sacred tree to hypnotize the world, then what's going on?"

"The deal! The purpose is that the sacred tree will blossom and bear fruit." Madara said seriously, and then sneered: "You don't think that kid will have the heart of a Bodhisattva like you, do you? This is the reward for him."

Hashirama's face changed: "Return! The sacred tree needs a huge amount of chakra in the end, and will swallow everything that can be swallowed. He will not fail to understand this truth. How could it be possible for you to plant this kind of thing."

Ban curled her lips: "Then who knows, maybe, people in this world are just some nourishment in the eyes of that little devil."

Hashirama's face darkened: "What! Using living beings to support this kind of thing, you people, it's just......"

Ban Wa waved his hand to interrupt him: "Don't add me, it's just a deal, I just help him take care of this place, even if I don't have this kind of thing, there will be other people doing it."

"Besides, you couldn't raise your hand in front of him in your heyday, let alone now, watch with peace of mind and see that I will bring changes to the world."

Zhu Jian's expression collapsed, and he said helplessly: "The power of the divine tree is too great. Once it bears fruit again, it will definitely bring about unpredictable consequences. You will regret doing so."

Hearing this, Madara was a little surprised and said, "Hey, you've already met that old man? You know a lot, but what does it have to do with me?"

Seeing that the spot oil and salt did not enter, Zhu Jian felt bitter in his heart, and quickly thought of a countermeasure in his mind.

After familiarizing himself with those things in the past, he was afraid of things like the sacred tree from the bottom of his heart, not because he was afraid of the power of the sacred tree, but because he was afraid of the terrible consequences that the sacred tree would cause.

The earth is fissioned, all creatures are extinct, and all the nutrients belong to the divine tree. Once that happens, even if the divine tree does not choose to devour human beings, human beings will still die.

"My lord, some pirate ships have been found thirty miles away, and they seem to be heading towards us." At this moment, a woman was panting and climbing up the rhizome of the flower bud, interrupting Hashirama's contemplation.

Madara frowned, placed the chess piece in his hand at random, and said coldly without looking back: "Don't bother me with this kind of thing in the future."

"Yes!" The woman nodded respectfully, and swiftly slid down the rhizome.

After the woman left, Madara looked across the endless sea, looked at the dense black spots in the distance, and said unhappily: "A bunch of scum, what a disappointment."

As soon as the words fell, a crimson ball of light appeared in his hand, and then shot out with a whoosh.

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--boom

There was a loud roar, accompanied by a dazzling red light, and amid the vibrations, monstrous waves rolled and roared, coming one after another from a distance.

Ban Kan didn't even look at the waves covering the sky, picked up the chess piece and slapped it on the board, and said coldly, "It's your turn."

Hashirama glanced helplessly at the huge movement made by Madara, and with a deep worry in his heart, he turned his eyes to the chessboard.

He wanted to persuade Madara, but it seemed impossible, but if he disobeyed the other party, or ignored him, he was worried that it would make Madara feel boring, so he would cancel the reincarnation of dirt and throw him back.

If he had just come here, he might have wished that Madara would do this, but at this moment, he couldn't be more at ease.

Logically speaking, he is just a dead person, so it is not right to worry about the living.

But when things were once again in front of him like the City of Hope, he couldn't do anything like he was in the City of Hope, resolutely let go of everything and left.

Is it because there is that excellent junior there?

When the war comes and a great ancestor stands in the front, those younger generations behind him may not be able to put down everything with peace of mind and place their trust and hope on him.

But when a very outstanding junior stands up, the seniors behind him can put aside everything with peace of mind and do what they want without any scruples!

What's the point?Hashirama couldn't help asking himself in his heart.

After thinking about it, there was no better way, so Hashirama had no choice but to follow Madara's intention, pick up a chess piece and gently drop it.

Madara doesn't understand Hashirama's complicated thoughts. If he did, he might really say something boring.

It's something he likes to be forced to make a choice, but this kind of thing shouldn't happen right now, especially after he said, "We will definitely let Hashirama witness the world he shaped with his own eyes." After the sentence.

Hashirama should not distrust him, let alone question the promise made by him, a man who is about to succeed, it is a kind of humiliation, a kind of belittling.

Madara, who was in a rage, didn't know what he could do, but fortunately, Madara couldn't see through Hashirama's thoughts.

Hope City Chamber of Secrets

The black cavity opened slowly, and the interface walked out of it expressionlessly.

As soon as he stepped into the secret room, he sat upright on the spot with his eyes closed, his mind sinking into the sea of ​​consciousness.

After this harvest, he had an intuition that his spiritual power was about to undergo another huge change.

This change might make him an utterly incomprehensible creature.

This intuition is not a single fantasy, but groundless.

People with too strong mental power not only have extremely strong calculation ability, but also have a special feeling for the faintest things in the dark.