Quest Master of Konoha: Chapter 139 Immortal Evil God, Blood-robed Shaman

"Huhuhu..."

Yakumo took out the gas mask and put it on his face, and handed the second mask to Jiraiya. Although the body of the immortal mode is more resistant, it cannot be exposed to the extremely high concentration of sulfur vapor for a long time. It can be imagined that the black passage turned out to be the entrance of a certain maze, with ups and downs.

"It's almost there..." Yakumo said softly.

The air in the cave not only smells of burning sulfur, but also has a strong smell of blood. It is blood that cannot be concealed. It is like a battlefield where hundreds of thousands of people have died, but it looks very evil.

The walls a few meters away from the two were coated with layers of dried blood, like a wild and disordered painting of cavemen in ancient times, with a triangle inside a circle.

This thing Yakumo is too familiar, and this **** sacrificial style, Yakumo instantly knows the enemy he needs to face.

"Praise, Lord Evil God." Yakumo whispered.

"What?" Zi Lai asked incredulously.

"Wait... Don't let the enemy get your blood during the battle. If the blood is accidentally taken away, don't let him enter the ritual circle and swallow the blood, otherwise you and him will be tightly connected. Together."

"What's the use of the link?" Jiraiya asked.

"If he gets hurt, you get hurt too...and they're immortal."

Zilai was stunned for a moment, and nodded.

"It sounds like the enemy this time is a bit difficult to handle..."

"It's not a big problem," Yakumo replied.

The two and one cat continued to move forward, and the surrounding plasma became more and more. The walls, the roof, and even the ground were covered with a thick layer of blood-colored mucus, but the mucus was not evaporated by the high temperature.

Ten minutes later, Milk Ball lifted the psychic spell.

What caught the eyes of the two of them was the spacious sacrificial altar. The ground was covered with viscous blood plasma, and the circle contained a triangle pattern. It was like a secret gathering place for a cult, and it was like a church where sacrifices were being held. A bit shady.

"Who are you?!"

Yakumo and Jiraiya immediately alerted the enemy.

The most attractive thing about that person is a pair of red pupils, but it is not a writing wheel, but a strange blood red, like blood flowing from the inside of the eyeball. Cloaked in a blood-red robe, he covered his entire body, revealing only a pale and bloodless face.

Along with his questioning, a pair of blood-red eyes opened in the dark underground, and the evil aura gradually spread and gathered.

"Mute is there..." Yakumo pointed to the corner of the sacrificial altar, where Mute was being tied to the stone pillar by hemp ropes, his eyes were closed as if falling into silence, and it was like a sacrifice on the altar waiting to be offered.

There were several girls in the same binding way beside Mute, but they were tied tightly to the stone pillar, and they slept peacefully and peacefully, but their breathing was barely audible, and they could not be considered alive. Their limbs and bodies were extremely dry and thin, and their abdomens The high bulge seems to be pregnant with a demon, and the blue blood vessels cover the entire abdomen, absorbing the vitality of the mother.

"We are partners of justice!" Yakumo replied.

"Cool, we are partners of justice!"

Jiraiya also laughed a bit stinky.

"Followers, offer a grand ceremony to my god!"

Accompanied by the deep roar of the blood-robed man, the rest of the blood-eyed man quickly began to run, trampling their bare feet in the viscous blood plasma, and most of them were naked.

The blood pupils ignited, the thin body gradually filled up and became full, the arms and limbs were full of strength, and the blood-colored lines spread around the eye sockets.

"They are human, but not human."

They can breathe, but in those pair of blood pupils, there is only pure killing intent and fanaticism, there is no trace of rationality at all, and there is no humanity.

"It's better to die than to live like this."

Yakumo shook his head lightly, with compassion on his face.

"Send you to die for mercy."

"Shadow Clone Technique!"

Yakumo separated from the shadow and quickly sneaked in the direction of Mute. Although it was important to solve the enemy, he did not forget that the mission goal was to rescue Mute.

"Water Escape · Unscientific Forbearance · Compassion!"

call out! call out! call out! call out! call out! call out!

The sound of breaking the air strikes, facing this beast without any wisdom at all, there is no need to hide the chakra fluctuations and routes when attacking, and only need to pursue pure and extreme terrorist violence.

Fist-sized water droplets pierced through the chest in an instant, shattering the enemy's heart, and the powerful impact pressed their lunging bodies to the ground, and at the same time, Zilai also formed a seal.

The water bomb knocked down the blood-eyed monsters.

"Fire Escape, Great Flame Bullet!"

In the narrow room, the fire began to churn and burn, and the air became thinner again. Jiraiya also showed a confident smile, staring at the priest of the cult not far away.

"Before the throne of my god, believers will never die!"

The blood-robed priest roared at the fire, his tone as if he was announcing some kind of imperial order, or giving orders on behalf of the evil god.

"Hoohohoho...!"

With a low roar, those blood pupils whose hearts were damaged struggled to get up, and the granulation quickly gathered and grew in the gap in the chest.

The blood-eyed man rushed forward again, and the nails on his hands were lengthening at a very fast speed, evolving into sharp claws of beasts.

"Is it really immortal?"

Yakumo was not surprised. In the original book, Feiduan, a mad believer of the Heretic God, was still able to shout loudly after being dismembered, not to mention the small wound in the heart.

Sadly, these blood-eyed people gained this immortality at the price of giving up their humanity and reason.

"I'm coming!" Yakumo shouted softly.

The next second, the seal was broken.

The chakra in the body fluctuated, the double-edged swept, the silver knife gang quickly spread out, and dozens of blood pupils were directly cut off.

"My God believers, immortal and immortal!"

The blood-robed priest shouted again.

The flames gradually went out, and the blood pupils climbed up again...

"drink!"

With a light drink, Yakumo quickly waved his sword with both hands, and chopped out silver or ink-colored sword gangs, three, four, five... until the sky was full of sword gangs, which then gathered into rain, and the rain again converged into galloping swords. The river, the rushing river in the end...the sea that converges into a black and white two-color sea that accommodates hundreds of rivers!

"Cover the sea!"

"This power of the sea, let's see how you block it!"

Under the wash of the black and white torrent, dozens of blood-eyed people were gradually chopped to pieces. For a time, the underground altar was full of broken arms and stumps, and some even their organs were cut off by extremely sharp knives. .

"It's useless, my **** believer, immortal!"

The blood-robed priest was still shouting, and his voice revealed unparalleled certainty. He was like a **** sitting high in the clouds, overlooking the resistance of two mortals.

The pieces of meat on the ground were really assembled under the action of unknown forces, like a mysterious and complicated puzzle that gradually transformed into a complete, new defensive barrier in front of the blood-robed priest.

"In this world, there is no real undead body. When you spend energy to heal your limbs, you naturally need to replenish the consumed energy. The key to their undead secret technique is this layer of **** mucus under our feet."

This is the law of conservation of energy.

Yakumo reminded in a low voice.

"Circle dance!"

The black-and-white grinding disc quickly cut the blood-colored mucus on the surface and walls. At the same time, the eight clouds burst into all chakras. The bright silver chakras converged into a roaring Thunder Dragon, which collided heavily with the blood-colored mucus, and a large amount of thunder system chakra. Carat poured into the ground from Yakumo's body, wantonly destroying the mark of an unknown spell deep in the ground.

The recovery process of Xuetongren's limbs suddenly decayed at an extremely fast speed. The unknown technique was destroyed by Yakumo. They lost the ability to regroup and gradually split until they became fleshy pieces and scattered.

Immortal Formation, Broken!

The blood-robed priest's eyes changed, and then... two more blood-robed priests appeared at the other end of the altar in an instant.

"Konoha Sannin, Jiraiya."

"Unknown powerhouse."

"A grand tribute to my god!"

The voice was dry and hoarse, and the tone was frantic, like a broken bellows, and they seemed to have not spoken for a long time.

The man lifted the cloak, revealing a very young face, but it was still bloodless, pale and scary, until the third person lifted the cloak, but it was a refreshed old man with white hair.

Youth, middle age, old age.

The three moved synchronously, and lifted their blood robes, revealing their strong upper body and long-handled three-edged sickle.

"Be careful not to get blood taken," Yakumo reminded.

"it is good."

The three of them held their weapons and began to run towards Yakumo, throwing a **** long-handled three-edged sickle while running.

"Reverse Return Vibrating the knife."

Ding--

The three scythes were parried by Yakumo's double knives at the same time, and they flew backwards at a faster speed in the next second. On the other hand, Yakumo's shadow clone had already picked up the mute in a coma and ran towards the outside world.

"Tu Dun·Huangquan Marsh!"

Jiraiya also began to respond in the rear, and at the same time, the shadow clones began to drive away the surrounding jade seekers, so that they could avoid being affected by the aftermath of the battle.

"Evil God curse!"

The old blood-robed priest bit his fingers, let out a roar, and gathered blood-colored energy out of thin air to shoot blood-colored shock waves at Yakumo.

"Reverse!"

At the same time, the young and middle-aged priests attacked Yakumo at the same time.

The bright silver chakra is like a silk thread wrapped around the slender and murderous blade of the demon, and the silver blade net and the blood-colored shock wave compete with each other along with the swing of the blade.

Yakumo swung the knife with ease, and the next second, the three of them were forced to retreat at the same time, and a very thin knife mark appeared on his chest, which healed again in an instant.

"Damn!"

This mysterious powerhouse... is tricky.

"Use that..." said the young priest.

"It's a pity that the most perfect son of God was not cultivated."

"We need to speed up the pace of research and engrave all the undead formations inside a person's body in order to obtain true saints," said the old blood-robed priest.

The three were discussing at an extremely fast pace.

"Summon the Son of God," said the young priest.

"it is good."

The middle-aged blood-robed priest bit his finger and formed a seal.

"The Son of God is born!"

The light of the knife still shines, as if it formed an invisible field, guarding the safety of the four directions.

"Dong dong dong dong."

The next second, the heartbeat sounded like a drumbeat.

The belly of the girl bound on the stone pillar was suddenly slashed open by sharp claws, and the cyan baby crawled out from the belly, showing a bloodthirsty smile to Yakumo, covered with strange black incantations all over her body.

The next moment, the cyan-colored strange baby rushed towards Yakumo with extraordinary speed, and joined the battle almost in the blink of an eye.

Second, third, fourth.

This is simply a stronghold used by cults to cultivate weapons of war, but the price is the life of a young girl. At the cost of sacrificing the life of a young girl, in exchange for weapons with superior combat power, even the five major Shinobi villages Are you excited too...?

Yakumo estimates that these geeks have other unknown constraints that make them impossible to manufacture on a large scale.

"Break empty."

The silver light exploded, and the mirror-like blade reflected Yakumo's calm eyes. With one strike, he pushed back all the enemies, and at the same time cut off the cyan monster in the middle.

"burst!"

The middle-aged priest put his hands together.

The cyan weird baby who was cut off by Yakumo exploded violently, and the shock wave splattered with cyan blood and splashed towards Yakumo.

The black hair extends, naturally forming a shield.

Directly blocking the invasion of the cyan blood and the shock wave, the cyan blood gradually corroded the black hair, and the pungent white smoke spread, Yakumo directly disconnected the black hair stained with blood, and took a few steps back at the same time.

In an instant, five cyan monsters raised their claws and stabbed at Yakumo's chest from five directions at the same time. That is, at this time, the three blood-robed priests rushed towards Yakumo.

"Lord Jiraiya, prepare to retreat!"

"it is good."

Jiraiya immediately understood Yakumo's plan. The environment here is narrow, and the enemy's abilities are treacherous and changeable.

"Tu Dun·Tu Liubi!"

Yakumo slapped the ground with both hands, and a thick earth wall rose from the ground. The surface of the earth bridge was carved with the round face of a milk ball, successfully blocking the enemy's attack.

"Senfa Goemon!"

At the same moment, Jiraiya completed the seal.

The hurricane engulfed the thick toad oil and ignited into a terrifying fire storm. The rocks began to burn, and the cyan monsters stained with the flames let out a piercing cry.

The surroundings began to sway, as if a terrifying explosion was about to occur. This place was originally located in an extremely fragile volcanic area. As the rocks were melted by the fire, the bright golden lava rolled from the ground.

Yakumo and Jiraiya also turned around at the same time and ran to the outside world as if they were fleeing for their lives. At the same time, they separated their shadow clones to help the jade seeker as much as possible. Behind them, golden lava spewed, and the volcano was about to erupt.

"Tu Dun·Tu Liubi."

Yakumo's shadow avatar formed a seal, creating a wall to block the flowing lava, buying time for the two to escape.

"Run!" Zilai also reminded.

"Chongchong!" Yakumo responded with a smile.

This stronghold of the cult was completely destroyed by Yakumo and Jiraiya. Thinking of those half-dead girls, they did a righteous thing.

With a bang, the rock wall around the two collapsed, the golden-yellow lava gradually poured over, and the fiery temperature rushed towards him, and Zilai also subconsciously stopped his pace.

"I'm coming!" Yakumo lightly drink ~www.mtlnovel.com~ The silver light swept across, the lava flow was cut out of the gap, and the two of them crossed the gap instantly with force under their feet, and continued to run desperately to the surface.

The surrounding temperature continued to rise. Yakumo used chakra to condense water **** to cool the body surface of the two of them. Occasionally, Jirai also used needles to show the lava. The closer the two were to the ground, the more and more Jirai became. bald.

Ten minutes later, Yakumo and Jiraiya were relieved to look at the tumbling lava from a high place. Yakumo and Jirai also took off the gas masks on their faces, and beside them were nearly a hundred jade seekers. , which is already the limit of what they can save.

Those jade-seekers looked at the lava, but there was no fear in their eyes, only a strong... churning ambition, every time the volcano erupted, many jade-seekers would be swallowed up...

It will also bring the warm jade in the center of the earth to the surface. In the next few days, many lucky people will get the warm jade and change their fate.

For the jade seekers, this is an opportunity and hope. The best thing is that the sudden eruption of this volcano has solved some of their competitors.

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