The creek where the pillars met with Madara was originally the junction of the Senju clan and the other groups, so Ye Wuyue and Madara didn't go far before they arrived near the stronghold of the Senju clan.

"A few more steps ahead, and you will turn a corner and you will reach the village of the Thousand Hands Clan."

After all, it's a member of the Thousand Hands Clan, and the pillar is very enthusiastic to act as a guide, introducing it to Ye Wuyue and Madara.

The night is full of moonlessness, and around the stronghold of the Thousand Hands Clan, there are several ancient trees that are about a foot wide, and the huge branches support the leaves, sprinkling a large area of greenery. The branches are so high that they sink into the sky, and there is no end in sight.

One of these ancient trees is extremely rare in the outside world, but there are four or five of them growing in the stronghold of the Thousand Hands Clan. The branches and leaves of the ancient trees cross each other, forming a relatively wide shade, like a road, leading to the Thousand Hands Clan.

Ye Wuyue sighed secretly in his heart, worthy of being a thousand-handed clan who are good at using natural wood escape, without that kind of vigorous chakra, it would never be possible to form this kind of wonder.

Along the way, Madara didn't talk much, and he didn't speak much, and even when he reached the stronghold of the Thousand Hands Clan, he remained silent. I kept my head down, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

After crossing the Shuyin Avenue, the pillars stopped, turned to Ye Wuyue and said, "Here we are, this is the stronghold of our Thousand Hands Clan." ”

What is displayed in front of the night without moon and spots, is a huge vermilion brown building, all of which are wooden, with high eaves and teeth, antique and antique, to quite a bit of charm.

It has to be said that the stronghold of the Thousand Hands Clan occupies a very large area, and the major buildings are close together, but they are not crowded. In the center of the stronghold, there is an extremely wide open space for the activities of the clansmen.

"What's that?" Ye Wuyue saw a large deep pit diagonally behind the stronghold, and there was a small mound of dirt piled up next to the pit. Dozens of deep pits are arranged in a very neat row.

The expression between the pillars suddenly flashed a hint of gloom, and said, "The burial pit prepared in advance." ”

Ye Wuyue sighed in her heart, and she didn't say anything more. Madara glanced at him, an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, and he didn't speak.

The pillar forcibly squeezed out a smile: "Don't talk about this, this is the Thousand Hands Clan, how about it, let's go in and have a look." ”

However, before they had even stepped into the gate of the Thousand Hands Clan, an exclamation came to their ears.

"Big brother, you're finally back!"

A black figure ran out in a hurry and walked directly to the front of the pillar.

This is a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old, about the same age as Wind Demon Qingguang, but because of the tempering of years of fighting, his face is less immature than his peers, and his sharp eyes are shining. He has short white hair, a small black tank top on his upper body, and an extremely wide black shorts on his lower body.

"What happened?" Tsuruma was surprised, he knew this younger brother very well, and he could keep a cool head no matter what happened on weekdays, but he was so flustered at the moment.

"The second team that went out to investigate was attacked by the enemy and was about to be wiped out!"

"Second squad ......" Pillar Ma's heart sank suddenly, "Isn't that the team where Itabama is!" ”

Qianshou nodded and said, "Father, they have already brought people over, you should also hurry up and take a look, it is in the forest to the west." ”

"Bastard!"

After listening, Zhu Jian didn't say a word, and the whole person rushed out like an arrow, rushing towards the west.

Without any scruples about the burden on the body caused by the hasty mobilization of chakra, the pillar was like a mad cheetah at the moment, running wildly all the way.

"Itama, it must be okay!"

The pillars prayed secretly, but it was just a touch of uneasiness in my heart, but it was like a haze, lingering.

"Big brother, wait for me!" Ignoring the night moon and spots on the side, the thousand hands were also chakra agitated, chasing the footsteps of the pillars.

Ye Wuyue was just about to keep up, but suddenly it was dark in front of him, and Madara had stood in front of him at some point, with a strange expression and a rather unkind complexion.

"Tell us what you want to do!"

Without waiting for Ye Wuyue to ask, Madara opened his mouth to ask in advance.

"Purpose?" Ye Wuyue didn't react, and was confused by Madara's words.

Madara had a serious expression and said, "I know that you also have a writing wheel, so it is possible that you are also a member of the Uchiha clan." Very well, no matter what your purpose is for coming to the Thousand Hands Clan, if you dare to disadvantage the pillars, I will never spare you. ”

Madara's tone was cold, and the last sentence was imminent to threaten, revealing a substantial murderous intent.

Ye Wuyue couldn't cry or laugh, patted Spotted's shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, I will never have such an idea." ”

"Because I think you're friends."

Madara stared at the eyes of the night without a moon, and did not leave for a moment, the light of the night without a moon was clear, like a clear spring, without the slightest evil and filth. After a long time, the murderous aura around Madara dissipated, and said, "You'd better remember what you said today." ”

Ye Wuyue didn't say much, some things will naturally be known in the future, too many words will only seem weak. At the moment, the chakra fluctuated, following the footprints of a thousand hands, and walked in the direction of the pillars.

Madara stood still for a moment, his figure flashing, keeping up with the footsteps of the night moonless.

"Itama, don't have an accident!"

The pillar fell on a heel of branches, and he jumped up with his feet, and the tough branches were broken by one foot. But Zhu Jian didn't care at all, and jumped forward a distance with the help of his strength, and his heart was already extremely anxious.

Eventually, the surrounding foliage was thick, as if it were in the middle of the woods.

"Here we are." As Fang approached, he felt several extremely powerful chakras between the pillars, which were particularly eye-catching in the woods in front of him, like open flames in the dark night.

An adult man in red armor stood in front of a tall ancient tree, silent. A long silver-white ninja knife in the right hand, a little bright red fell down the blade, which was particularly eye-catching.

Around the man, there were several corpses lying in the row, all dressed in blue, and one of them was carrying a huge white fan. The fan was stained red by the blood that came out, and the blood stains were dotted, which was particularly shocking.

The pillar fell to the ground, and when he saw this scene, his heart sank suddenly, and he looked at the man and said, "Father, he ...... between the plates."

The Thousand-Armed Buddha did not speak, but turned his body silently and let out a long sigh. This patriarch, who was dominant in the Warring States Period and led the entire Thousand Hands Clan, looked a little rickety in the sunshine, as if he had aged a lot in an instant.

The pupils between the pillars contracted suddenly, and the two crystals were almost unstoppable, and they burst out.

In front of the entangled rhizome of the ancient tree, a weak young man, covered in blood, fell weakly under the tree. The boy was about six or seven years old, far less sturdy than his peers, and quite thin. Blood poured out of his throat, his pupils dilated, and his nails sank deep into the ground, as if he had suffered some great fear.

"Itama!"

A thousand hands exclaimed, and almost instantly, they approached the boy under the tree, shaking the boy's body vigorously, and calling out his name.

However, Itama had been dead for a long time, and there was no life in his body, and no matter how the boy shook, he didn't react at all.

"Who is it! Who did it! A thousand hands roared, and the little face shone with hatred.

The Thousand-Handed Buddha took a deep breath and slowly spoke: "It's the Uchiha clan, the illusion of writing wheel eyes. ”

"The Uchiha clan, it's them again, isn't it enough to kill Wama!" Gritting his teeth between the thousand hands, he said, "The Uchiha clan, I won't let you go. ”

At this time, Ye Wuyue and Madara arrived just in time, and when they saw the scene in front of them, their hearts sank.

"Still, is it too late?"

Uchiha's pupils shrank suddenly, and his gaze fell on the corpse beside the Thousand Armed Buddhas almost instantly.

"Kota, Naoto, Yuya, and Uncle Shinnosuke!"

The blue-clothed corpses that fell to the ground were almost all from the Uchiha clan, and many Madara could name them, and they took a lot of pictures of him on weekdays. But now, he was lying on the ground with a stiff expression, and his body gradually became cold.

"Damn!" Madara's fists clenched unconsciously, and he looked at the Thousand Armed Buddhas, revealing a light of hatred.

"Is that the case again?" There was a miserable laugh among the pillars, and tears couldn't stop falling.

The Thousand-Handed Buddha rebuked: "Put away your tears of sympathy, Itama is a true ninja, your tears will only keep his soul from sleeping!" ”

"What kind of loving thousand-handed clan, what kind of ninja who is in charge, is this just a group of adults teaming up to force a child to death!"

"Ridiculous!" The thousand-armed Buddha directly punched hard and slammed into the chest between the pillars. The pillars were in pain, clutched his chest, and half-squatted down.

"Big brother!" "Pillars!" "Pillars!"

The three exclamations sounded at the same time, and the Thousand Hands, the Night Moonless, and the Uchiha Madara passed at the same time, and they will gradually be lifted up.

The Thousand-Handed Buddha said coldly: "I don't allow you to insult Itama, he is a real ninja who is in charge of himself, not a child!" ”

"Hehehe." The pillars broke free from the support of a few people in the night, and sneered: "Because you are alone, do you have to die?" ”

"Raising children to be ninjas who can truly take charge of their own lives is the love and pride of parents. Between the pillars, you are still too tender after all, these are things that you can't understand. ”

"I can't understand?" Zhuma roared, "Then you should tell me, the so-called being alone is not a dead end in the end." ”

"So, when will such a war end, you can say it!"

The expression of the Thousand-Hand Buddha was much colder, and he looked at the pillar and said, "It takes a long process to construct a world without war, and for this we must fight until we ......."

"Until there is not a single enemy?" Zhu Jian said coldly, and the words of the Thousand Hands Buddha suddenly froze, and he didn't know what to say.

Seeing the situation in the Thousand Hands Buddha, Tsuruma sneered, as if he was sarcastic, "In the end, what we do is no different from that of the Uchiha's gang. ”

"So you're just a kid after all!" The Thousand-Handed Buddha's chest rose and fell violently, obviously already furious, and he raised his hand and gave the pillar a heavy punch, knocking him unconscious.

"Outside, your brother is not in a good mood, you better take him back to calm down." The Thousand-Armed Buddha said blankly, turned around, and stopped talking.