A quiet Anbu ninja

Kurama Yakumo raised his pen and stroked down lightly.

"No!!!" The evil spirit roared deafeningly, with a terrified expression.

But the brush has fallen.

Swish.

A light brush.

The evil spirit froze, and his figure was wiped away.

"Teacher Hong, I succeeded!"

Kurama Yakumo was very excited, joy appeared on his face.

A brilliant golden light fell from her body and flew up with a whoosh.

Through oil paint and flames, submerged into Aoki's body.

"You picked up a very high-quality Yin escape chakra."

"Something has changed in your soul and spirit."

"You seem to be slowly transforming, progress: 1%, 2%, 3%..."

Well?

Aoki regained his senses in surprise, and withdrew his attention...

This is a surprise.

It seems that the following battle has come to an end.

It's his turn.

Aoki looked up, and following his gaze, the sea of ​​flames in front of him branched out into a straight channel, spreading towards the evil spirits in front.

As far as the eye could see, the flames were extinguished.

At the end, the evil spirit looked at it greedily, but lacked a touch of agility.

"It's already gone." Aoki sighed softly.

The evil ghost's figure collapsed suddenly, turning into a puddle of oil paint and splashing away.

And Aoki moved his eyes down, staring at the oil paint below.

Layers of rich oil paint, as if washed by clear water, scatter to the side, revealing a deep pothole.

The potholes got deeper and deeper, and the oil paint along the way quickly faded and disappeared.

It seems to penetrate the oil paint layer and fall straight to the deepest part.

……

……

"Teacher, I'm here to help you!"

Kurama Yakumo happily ran towards Kurenai Yuhi.

Yuhihong also showed joy on his face, manipulating the trees, the branches twitched, deeply bound the evil spirit, and the roots penetrated into its body to absorb its power.

"Stop it, Yakumo."

The voice of the evil spirit came from above, like thunder.

A blue-gray arm like a tall building slowly extended down, and the sharp nails gently tapped the paintbrush in Kurama Yakumo's hand.

boom.

0.8

The paintbrush crumbles into powder.

"You...you..." Kurama Yakumo turned pale in astonishment, raised his head, and looked at the gigantic evil spirit that was as big as a mountain overlooking her.

His small face was pale, and his eyes were full of horror.

Kurenai Yuhi also trembled, staring in amazement and despair at the evil spirit appearing above her head.

"No... I, I'm not afraid of you."

Kurama Yakumo's voice was weak, and he clenched his fist without any threat. He ran forward and grabbed another paintbrush, and wiped off the evil spirit's nails with a vigorous stroke.

A drop in the bucket.

Insignificant point.

Compared with the gigantic body of the evil spirit, this small loss is almost like being bitten by a mosquito.

"I hope Teacher Hong is still alive before you erase me."

The evil ghost grinned fiercely, whipping up the surrounding oil paint, rolling like a wave, endlessly spreading down from all directions.

138. Evil Ghost: You can't kill me! (4/5)

Kurenai Yuhi and Kurama Yakumo were overwhelmed before they could react.

Layers of viscous oil paints block them layer by layer.

"let me go!"

"let me go!"

Kurama Yakumo was beaten to the point of being a mess, shouting and screaming.

She herself didn't suffer any harm, but she felt noisy, and Yidu's voice kept whispering something beside her ear.

And Yuhihong was miserable.

As if sinking into hell, strong malice surrounded her.

There is nowhere to run.

Above, below, and all around are muddy oil paints.

There seemed to be many voices in her head, all of which were exploding, tearing her sanity apart.

"what……"

She couldn't suppress it, and a low, painful sound came out of her throat.

Gollum.

The gigantic mountain-like evil spirit was holding the pommel horse Yakumo with one hand and Kurenu Yuhi with the other.

It looked at Yuhi Hong's eyes, revealing desire and greed.

The corners of the mouth seemed to be drooling.

Pressing the palm of Kurama Yakumo, there was a constant faint feeling of weakness.

Whenever Kurama Yakumo tried his best to erase the oil paint surrounding her and was about to touch the evil spirit, another layer of thick oil paint filled in to block her.

These oil paints 24 are the negative emotions of Kurama Yakumo.

It was the resentment she had buried in her heart for a long time because she was unable to enjoy life because of her frail body.

The power of Xueji Boundary accommodates them and gives them 'life'.

Under the opportunity of resentment from being rejected as a ninja, Ido was born.

It spread its hands with a grinning grin, and kept the oil paint of Kuruma Yakumo to only a faint layer, and in the other hand was Kureni Yuhi who was curled up and closed her eyes in pain.

"teacher!"

Kurama Yakumo's eyes widened, and she saw that half of Teacher Hong's body was stained with oil paint.

"Teacher Hong, you will always be with me."

In front of Kuruma Yakumo, the evil spirit raised his hand and slowly sent Yuhihong towards Fangfang Dazui.

"No!"

"teacher!"

Kuruma Yakumo screamed, tearing at the oil paint that trapped her like a madman.

But how could her strength compare to the evil ghost?

The violent struggle is just a spray in the endless oil paint.

"Ido, stop!!" Kuruma Yakumo cried out with red eyes.

Yuhihong also struggled to open her eyes, and a sapling came out beside her.

Whoa!

Roots riot, plunging into the ubiquitous oil paint, swallowing power and growing.

Body soaring!

Ten meters, 20 meters, 30 meters... [-] meters!

boom!

Trees burst.

A large amount of paint poured in, crushing the giant tree.

Yu Hihong showed disbelief, her eyes trembled, and she sighed slightly.

Close your eyes in despair.

"Yakumo, this is the end of your resistance." The evil ghost's voice roared like thunder, and the huge palm was raised high and tilted.

The evening sun slid slowly into its mouth.

pat.

A slender and powerful arm pierced through the thick oil paint around it, and grabbed onto its palm.

The movement of raising and tilting, suddenly stopped.

This hand was as firm and hard as iron tongs, holding the palm of the evil spirit motionless.

"you……!!"