On the cliff in front of him, Terumi Ming and others could still be seen.
The dried persimmon ghost shark tried to move the body, but there was no response from the body.
I am afraid that all the bones in his body have been broken, his spine should have been severely injured, and all his internal organs have also been displaced.
If it weren't for the huge chakra energy to subconsciously gather and act as a buffer for the body, I am afraid that he would be broken into pieces the moment he fell to the ground.
But even if he has regained consciousness, his current situation is still very dangerous.
If you lie down and do nothing, your body will still die slowly.
Guiyu could clearly feel that his eyes began to gradually become blurred, and even his breathing became abnormally heavy.
Even if he was lucky enough to not die, Terumi Mei would not let him go.
"If you die here like this, everything before that will be wasted..."
If you die here.
Whether it is the ordeal that Wuyin has endured.
The countless companions he killed in the past will not be repaid.
The will of the dried persimmon ghost began to condense again, and the idea of survival arose in his heart.
"The sea of stars...based on the earth at my feet, heading towards the universe...I also want to...look at such a world!!!"
Seems to understand the master's mood.
It should be just the muscle of a dead creature, and it opened its mouth, like a living creature, and it began to beat.
Do not.
should say.
The mackerel muscle itself is a living body.
It just looks like a knife, and it is indeed a knife.
In the next moment, the muscles scattered on the ground crawled to the palms of the ghosts.
As soon as it came into contact with the dried persimmon shark, the scalpel muscle began to pour the chakra into the shark's body without any reservation.
The trauma on the ghost shark's body began to make up to the naked eye.
And when Terumi Ming's subordinates came here, the dried persimmon ghost shark and the big sword shark muscle had disappeared without a trace.
that's all.
Wuyin's Weird Person·Dry Persimmon Ghostfish has become the wanted order for Wuyin's S-Class Rebellion.
Soon after, it spread throughout the Ninja World.
The Blood Mist also announced the end without the outside world knowing it.
End of this chapter
That night.
On a small hill on the outskirts of Wuyin Village.
Wearing a misty Murakami Ninja Vest and wearing a misty forehead, the peach field appeared here without cutting it.
He is alone...no.
Beside him, there is a child.
Like a girl, but also like a boy.
Shui Wuyue Bai, an orphan of the Shui Wuyue clan.
In the past few years.
Just like Hyuga Yoshida drilled Uchiha Izumi.
No matter how Taodi didn't cut it, he would use Bai as his own tool.
"Bai, it's a pity... Starting tonight, I will abandon this country."
Taodi's gaze was not cut anymore, leaving from Bai's delicate face, she looked into the blood mist wrapped in thick fog.
Even if the sky is dark.
The lights in the blood fog still shine like fireflies in summer.
Busy ninja in the blood mist.
Post-war clean-up work is in progress.
"But...I will definitely return to this country! Take this country in my hands!"
Taodi failed to cut again.
In the end, the fisherman benefited, instead, it was the misty indigenous forces headed by Terumi Ming.
"So what I need is not comfort and encouragement, what I really need is..."
"I know."
Bai replied softly.
"Please don't worry, I won't cut Mr.'s weapon again...I will be obedient, please use me as a tool and let me follow you..."
Bai showed a shy and sweet smile.
Because of the relationship between not being cut again, his eyes narrowed into crescents.
"Humph...good boy."
Do not cut for a moment.
Even his hard heart was healed by the white smile.
"let's go."
After speaking, Tao Di turned around without cutting, her eyes sharpened again.