A quiet Anbu ninja

The evil ghost looked horrified, and his evil smile quickly disappeared, turning into panic.

The person holding its palm was clearly the masked man who was entangled with him on it.

Kurama Yakumo was stunned, looking at the man who suddenly appeared in surprise.

His body is also as tall as a mountain, shoulder to shoulder with the evil spirits, but it does not give people a sense of fear.

It seems to reveal a calm and steady feeling, giving people a sense of security.

Kuruma Yakumo's eyes lit up, and hope arose in his heart.

"how is this possible!"

The evil ghost's eyes followed the arm grabbing its wrist and landed behind Aoki.

A terrifying scene appeared.

The thick and viscous turbid oil paint suddenly pierced a huge hole.

Straight to the top.

At the edge, there seems to be an invisible force blocking it.

The surrounding oil paint is stagnant outside, and there is no way to get in.

"It amazes me that you're still here."

"But after being entangled for so long, how much strength do you have left?"

After a short shock, the evil ghost regained his composure, and the violence in his eyes emerged.

There is a riot of paint around!

The turbid paint rolled up and down, creating huge waves.

In front of Qingmu's body image as big as a mountain, it is still extremely terrifying, as if it is boundless and has no end in sight.

The whole world is wrapped in a huge wave of oil paint.

"Be careful!" Kurama Yakumo shouted loudly, looking nervously at the oil paint that suddenly appeared.

A pure spiritual energy emanated from Aoki's body.

boom!

The entire mental space trembled.

A terrifying shock spread far and wide.

Wherever it passes, the turbulent waves, the jumping spray, the flowing oil paint...all seem to be frozen and stagnant in place.

The world suddenly became quiet.

Unparalleled quietness.

"Cough...you...this...what?"

The evil ghost's face trembled, his tongue was dry, and his voice was squeezed out of his teeth.

Hey.

But the man didn't answer, just stretched out his finger and tapped it gently on the head.

The evil spirit stood still, his eyes fixed.

The body crackled and burst open numerous cracks, spreading all over 897's body like a spider web.

These cracks divided the evil spirit into countless fragments, and they fell down one after another with a clatter, as if the old wall had fallen off.

"Wow!!"

Kurama Yakumo was taken aback, his eyes were shocked.

Those pieces, if you look carefully, are clearly pieces of dry oil paint.

Sliding on the edge of the evil ghost's hand, Yuhi Hong, who was suffering from pain, slowly raised her eyelids a little.

She was about to faint, but suddenly felt something.

Trying hard to keep your eyes open.

"Leave the rest to me."

Aoki made a decent speech, and looked at Kurama Yakumo and Yuhi Kurenai respectively.

The two of them suddenly felt that their minds were settled, and they felt sleepy with peace of mind.

Kurama Yakumo's eyelids were fighting, and he stumbled and fell asleep.

Yuhi Hong's eyelids trembled, struggling to see the person in front of her clearly, but in the end she only saw a huge figure of music, and was overwhelmed by sleepiness.

clap clap...

The evil ghosts who were peeling off pieces one after another, all the paint on their bodies fell off.

But it didn't die, but left behind a phantom.

"You can't kill me!"

It glanced at Aoki resentfully, turned around and wanted to dive into the huge wave of oil paint beside it.

But when you rush over, you are about to touch it.

The evil spirit suddenly stopped moving, with a stiff expression.

139. Kaleidoscope - seal, deprive, steal (5/5)

The huge wave of oil paint in front of him unexpectedly had dense cracks just like it.

clap... clap...

The fragments divided by the cracks were scattered down one after another.

The oil paint fades into a translucent texture that is half of the phantom.

"how is this possible……?"

The evil ghost's pupils seemed to be shaking, and his eyes were trembling and condensing.

As far as the eye can see, it is boundless.

All the solidified waves peeled off and faded, turning into phantoms.

It seems that there is an invisible force that is killing its power.

"Chakra!"

"My Chakra!"

The evil spirit screamed in fear.

It feels that its own power is rapidly draining. It used to be able to rewrite reality and turn the fake into the real Yin Dun, and it is constantly dropping levels.

Like a crumbling staircase.

weak.

weak.

Weak.

no.

After falling several times, its strength was gone.

Chakra is gone!

The oil paint spreading all over also lost the power of yin escape, and turned into ordinary negative emotions, sinking into the sea of ​​subconsciousness.

The space is slowly being restored to what it once was!

"why?"

"what have you done!"

The evil ghost turned around in astonishment, but saw an even more horrified side.

On this man's mask, there are two thin slits, which are exactly where the eyes are.

A pair of bright scarlet eyes, full of blood, looked at it faintly.

"Write...Sharingan!!"

The evil ghost was terrified to the extreme, and finally released the hidden power hidden in Aoki's body.

Rao is living in a closed life like Kurama Yakumo, and he has also heard of the famous Uchiha clan.

Seeing Aoki's eyes at this time, he immediately recognized it.

"You are from the Uchiha clan!"

The use of spiritual energy, the effect is beyond my imagination.

In the face of spiritual energy, Chakra seemed to be a foreigner, and he was able to be expelled.

And this expulsion is at a higher level.

The evil spirits have almost no power to resist.

'Probably because chakra needs spiritual energy and physical energy, and it is refined in the body meridians. '

'Although the soul can use chakra, chakra is only an appendage. '

'Carry props with you once you use them. '

Thinking in his heart, Aoki raised his eyes and stared lightly at the evil spirit in front of him.

The pupil light fell, and three huge hook jades spun.

The evil ghost suddenly became petrified, unable to move.

I can't say anything.

Aoki raised his hand gently, and the power of his pupils dispersed, accumulating, solidifying, and changing all over his body, creating a taller and more majestic figure.

It seemed to be the posture of a legendary god.

The jet-black armor protects the whole body, and the gold threads painted on the armor weave noble and complicated patterns.