The sun was shining, and at the foot of the Fire Temple, a man in a red dawn robe appeared.

With the pleasant sound of jingling wind chimes, the man slowly stepped up the wooden stairs with the hat on his head, and in a short time he approached the gate of the Temple of Fire.

The two stone statues next to the closed mountain gate and next to it form a huge barrier, and it seems that there is no way to pass through without the permission of the owner.

"Interesting enchantments, but a little flashy!"

After opening the white eyes, Ning Ci naturally noticed the little trick in front of him, but he didn't have a high opinion of its existence.

"Arashik!"

The slash kicked at high speed turned into a blade and completely shattered the flashy gate.

There was a "boom", and with the dust that filled the air, a figure wearing a red dawn robe appeared in the Temple of Fire.

"It's not good, the iron wall of the seal has been broken, go and inform Master Dilu!"

The monks who rushed to see the broken gate looked at the broken gate, and several people hurriedly rushed behind them to inform the adult.

"That red coat, you can't go wrong, he's a member of Xiao!"

Looking at the red-robed man standing on the collapsed gate, one of the guys was the first to recognize Ning Ci's identity.

"Oh, recognized?"

Looking at the bald monk looking at him with a flustered look, Ning Ci was not surprised.

Since Itachi returned to Konoha to expose Akatsuki's existence, I'm afraid this news has already been shared with Konoha's alliance, and it's not surprising that the Temple of Fire knows about Akatsuki's existence.

"Members of Xiao, although I don't know what you are doing here, but if you don't want to die, please go back!"

As the monks retreated, a man in the crowd who looked respectable slowly walked out.

"If you can do it, just let me take a look, the land of the original fire country guards one of the twelve ninjas!"

Ning Ci didn't appreciate Dilu's kindness, and his eyes fell on the waist cloth that once represented the identity of the Guardian Ninja Twelve on Dilu's body through the gap in the hat.

"Looks like we're going to kill today."

Staring closely at the red-robed man in front of him, Di Lu clasped his hands together and said a burst of compassion in his tone.

"Hmph, it is rumored that you have a secret technique called the talent of the Immortal Clan, so let me see it!"

Knowing that he was underestimated by the other party, Ning Ci snorted coldly and moved.

"Shave!"

Using the explosion generated by trampling on the spot dozens of times, the figure flickered, and in an instant, Ning Ci appeared above the land and earth.

"Finger gun!"

With a cold drink, Ning Ci's index finger stretched out his body ready to penetrate the earth.

So fast!

Di Lu, who had misestimated Ning Ci's strength, looked at the black shadow that appeared above him, and gasped in his heart.

hurriedly no longer reserved, and instantly exerted all his strength.

"Come and welcome, kill with a thousand hands!"

In an instant, a compassionate statue of Guanyin appeared behind Di Lu, and as he held his breath and concentrated on the phantom of a thousand hands, it also slowly appeared behind the statue of Guanyin.

However, at the moment when Ning Ci's spear approached the earth, the originally compassionate Guanyin turned into a non-angry and self-righteous King of Fudong.

The huge fist shadow in the sky covered Ning Ci.

"What is this?"

Looking at everything amazing in front of him, Ning Ci suddenly became vigilant, and his body suddenly bulged as he took a deep breath.

"Iron!"

At the same time as the whole body turned into metal and hung, the fist shadow in the sky fell.

"Bang bang bang!"

With the continuous sound of metal collisions, Ning Ci was still unscathed, except that the whole person was carried out by the fist shadow in the sky for dozens of meters, there was no effect anymore.

"It's a powerful fist, but unfortunately, it didn't work for me!"

Lifting the iron, Ning Ci straightened up and looked at the land not far away, but his tone was extremely cold.

"How is that possible?"

As one of the twelve guardian ninjas in the past, Di Lu has experienced countless brutal battles, but it is the first time that an attack like this has been neutralized, and looking at Ning Ci's casual appearance, Di Lu's heart was shaken.

But soon, the man came to his senses from his depression, pinched the Buddha seal in both hands, and once again performed a ninjutsu called the talent of the Immortal Clan.

The phantom of the Fudo Ming King appeared behind Jilu, and Jilu's appearance became less angry and self-threatening.

"Are you still coming?"

Looking at the phantom of King Ming that appeared again, Ning Ci shook his head, but this time he didn't want to be beaten passively.

"Arashik!"

The wind blade generated by the high-speed kick quickly collided with the fist shadow in the sky again, so that after the situation was stalemate for a while, it made Di Lu's face dripping with cold sweat.

Are you already close to your limit?

Opening his eyes, Ning Ci naturally and clearly captured the situation in the body of the earth and land, and after a period of delay, the chakra in this man's body was already less than half.

It seems that just maintaining this technique has brought him close to the limit.

Shaking his head, Ning Ci already understood the biggest limitation of this technique.

"Looks like you can't move while maintaining this technique!"

The biggest weakness of the ground-breaking land technique, a cold light flashed in Ning Ci's eyes.

The speed of the kicks increased again, and countless wind blades slashed towards the ground one after another.

Oh no!

He had already understood that the weakness of his technique was detected by the other party, but Di Lu could only hold on, because the current situation was like this, and he could not afford to retreat.

At this moment, he can only pin his trust on the fact that the will of that Xiao member is not as strong as himself!

Although he also understands that this is simply impossible.

……

"Quack!"

At the temple of fire at sunset, the sky was already covered with black crows, and the sound of noise resounded throughout the sky.

Ning Cizheng pulled his left hand out of a corpse, and red blood splattered in an instant.

"What's going on, Ranmaru, are all the bodies of these guys here?"

Looking at Lan Maru, who was sitting on top of the head of the loyal soldier pill, Ning Ji asked with a frown.

"That's all, Lord Ningji."

Ranmaru's eyes flashed with a strange red light, and after observing the field for a while again, he gave his own answer.

"That's fine, if one of them runs away, it will be very troublesome, after all, our current actions can't be exposed!"

Speaking of this, Ning Ci looked at the intact corpse of the earth land on the side.

As Ning Ci expected, just a slight delay allowed the land of one of the original Guardian Ninja Twelve Warriors to exhaust the chakra and die, without Ning Ci's hands at all, so the corpse did not appear to have any injuries, making the presiding officer of the Fire Temple die very peacefully.

As for the other monks of the Fire Temple, they will have to rely on the Tadashi Maru.

After leaving Ranmaru and Chungbei Maru at the foot of the mountain to block the back path of the group of fish that had slipped through the net, it only took a while for Ningji to completely destroy this famous ninja temple that had been passed down for hundreds of years.

And those monks did not have a single survivor, compared to the rough methods of flying and horning in the original book, Ning Ci did not leave any trouble this time.

"Those guys should be here too!"

Raising his head and looking at the sunset on the horizon, Ning Ci couldn't help frowning.

Judging from the news delivered by Jue, those guys should be almost there at this time period.

Thinking of this, Ning Ci stared at the collapsed gate of the Fire Temple.

A moment later, the melodious wind chimes rang out.

Several figures wearing red floating cloud robes appeared there, and seeing this scene, the corners of Ning Ci's mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"Is it finally here?"

Ning Ci at sunset, looking at those familiar figures, muttered to himself slightly.