As soon as the attacker struck a blow, he immediately retreated away, and everyone saw that it was also a child less than ten years old, and the three black magatama in his blood-red eyes slowly rotated.

The genius of the Uchiha clan - stop the water in an instant!

"Brother?" Terumi felt something slowly dripping on her, "What's wrong?" She began to panic, "You can talk, it's good to say something......

Blood foam kept coming out of Kishiran's mouth, and he wanted to speak, but he could only make a strange sound of ho-ho; He wanted to wipe away his sister's tears, but he didn't dare to waste any strength.

There is still a lot he wants to do, but he can't do it.

It turned out to be such a difficult thing to survive.

With the last of his strength, Anran threw out the people he was desperately protecting.

Reinforcements had arrived, and right behind Qing, Qing Fei got up and caught Terumi.

But he didn't dare to stay, behind Kishiran, more Konoha ninjas were coming, led by one of the three ninjas-Orochimaru.

The fog must retreat.

Terumi's body stiffened, and she hadn't recovered from Hinata's point yet. The wind blew away the rags that covered her eyes, and the figure of her brother was reflected in her beautiful eyes.

The gray-haired boy, covered in bruises and drenched in blood, slowly collapsed. Konoha ninjas surrounded him, like vultures waiting to peck at dead bodies.

Kishiran's previous violent movements caused the short knife to detach from his body, and blood splattered from his pierced throat, like a bright flower.

"Ahh The chakra slammed into the acupuncture point over and over again, but to no avail, the disordered chakra was like a manic snake, wreaking havoc in Terumi's underworld, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the scene in front of her gradually blurred.

Finally plunged into desperate darkness.

Qing hugged the fainted Terumi and strode in the direction of the camp, sobbing and flowing.

The bright sword light, the boy who sacrificed everything to protect his sister, and the cute brother who Terumi kept looking for, fell like this.

And he can't even collect the body for him.

Is it so difficult for such a genius and kind child to live?

I was unwilling, but I couldn't stop running away.

Why can such a weak person survive?

No...... Am I alive?

The Konoha ninja began to chase and kill the misty ninja, and one figure after another passed by, but they all avoided Kishiran's corpse far away.

The continuous juhe, as well as the feat of exhausting life before death, everyone sees it.

This enemy deserves and must be respected.

Orochimaru stopped in front of Kishiran's corpse, unable to comprehend the other party's act of giving his life for the others.

When a person dies, isn't there nothing?

Wonderful ninjutsu, magnificent world, fascinating truth, all of them will be out of touch as life dissipates, so cherish life well.

It's a pity, Orochimaru sighed lightly, what a good child, he died like this.

And in the body that Orochimaru thought was dead, there were still wonderful things happening.

"So I said...... Wrong. A voice that only Kishiran could hear sounded, "You were wrong from the beginning. ”

"Chakra formed by the perfect fusion of mental energy and physical energy, what is the use of that kind of thing you want it?"

"You are a grim reaper, not a ninja."

"No matter how much you cultivate your weak body, you're just a mortal."

"How long are you going to lie down? Stand up. ”

"Then, call my name."

"My name is -"

The torn body began to decay at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the dragon ball bones rolled down. The blood dried up, the muscles atrophied, and tiny holes appeared in even the hardest bones, crumbling in the breeze and turning to ashes.

A new life form is being reborn from the ashes.

The souls that could not be seen by the naked eye quietly stood up, the natural energy circulating in the sky and the earth was forcibly withdrawn from the restraints, and the confused ghosts floating on the battlefield felt the pressure of the sky collapsing and squeezing their transparent bodies from all directions, and the instinct for survival trembled in the terrifying power of the natural enemy, and cried in a low voice.

Anran, awakened.

Death, Void, and Annihilator, three different forces collided in the new body, making his soul like a burning flame, reorganizing and collapsing all the time.

And he stood still, the ninjas around him only saw his body collapse, but they couldn't see his soul being reborn.

Obviously, there are many people around, but Anran is lonely like a dog.

"Void Shore," Shore Ran whispered in a voice that no one could hear, "Void Shore, are you listening?" ”

There used to be a person who could hear it, although he always liked to drain the strength of his body, and always wondered how to snatch the body, but he was the one who knew Anran best.

The shore entered the spiritual world, the blue sky was like a wash, the sea was calm, and the door of the small house was open.

There was no one in there.

The Void Bank is really gone.