Through reverse spiritism, Orochimaru took Shikamaru to the Dragon Cave.

It is densely wooded and low-lying. Along the way, Shikamaru saw a lot of snakes. Even in the face of Orochimaru, many of them showed aggression.

Instead of summoning the mighty Ten Thousand Snakes, Orochimaru sprinkled something similar to realgar powder all around.

Looking at these big snake pills, Shikamaru was a little curious.

"Didn't you sign a psychic contract with the snake clan here? Why do they still attack you? ”

Facing Shikamaru's question, Orochimaru smiled disdainfully.

"Snakes are cold-blooded and ruthless. What's more, the scope of the Dragon Earth Cave is very large, and there are many snake races here, and the Ten Thousand Snakes are just the leader of one of them. ”

As the road progresses, the number of snakes in the otherwise humid woodland decreases.

"In the cave in front of you is where the White Snake Immortal is. Are you sure you want to go in? ”

Orochimaru was a lawless person, but when he mentioned the White Snake Immortal, there was more of a trace of fear on his face.

The White Snake Immortal is the leader of all the snake clans in the Dragon Cave. Unlike Myoki Mountain, there is not so much warmth here, and there is the law of the cold jungle.

Shikamaru nodded, and the door in front of him slowly opened, revealing the darkness that had been devoured by people.

The body of the White Snake Immortal was extremely large, winding and coiling, almost occupying most of the space in the cave behind the door. It held a pipe in its mouth and watched Orochimaru walk in, nothing had changed. But when its gaze fell on Shikamaru's body, its huge body trembled inexplicably.

What's going on with this little ghost?

"What's your name, young man?"

It was the first time that Orochimaru had seen such a White Snake Immortal, and he had lost the unfathomable nature of the past, nor the cruelty brought by the blood. I don't know if it's an illusion, Orochimaru actually felt a trace of respect in the tone of the White Snake Immortal.

"Nara Shikamaru!"

The White Snake Immortal chewed on these four words carefully, as if he was trying to recall something.

Just like the Uchiha, a thousand hands. Famous ninjas in the ninja world, they all have a long family history. The White Snake Immortal thought about it for a long time, and finally remembered the origin and origin of the surname Nara.

The White Snake Immortal shook the earth, and his face was puzzled.

"You seem to have a power in you that doesn't match your surname."

Shikamaru smiled and said, "There will be a huge change in the ninja world, and the power of the bloodline will no longer matter. I'm here to negotiate a deal. ”

The young man in front of him had a surprisingly loud tone, but the White Snake Immortal held back his temperament and asked seriously.

"What deal?"

"You've been practicing for thousands of years, but you're still just a snake after all. You should have already noticed the limitations of the immortal arts practiced by the snake clan. I can help you perfect it. ”

Orochimaru turned his head and looked at Shikamaru in some surprise. At this moment, it was as if he was getting acquainted with Shikamaru again.

"I don't doubt that you have that power. But what do you want? ”

"I want you to help my subordinates, all the members of the Xiao Organization, complete the cultivation of the Immortal Mode."

"It seems that you are the one who suffers from this deal."

The white snake fairy opened its huge snake mouth, and the snake letter spat lightly. Unexpectedly, the White Snake Immortal has an unimaginable dedication to fairness.

"Then add one more, in the sphere of influence in the Dragon Cave, allow me to establish a research base, and allow Orochimaru and my men to conduct research here."

"Yes!"

Coming out of the gloomy cavern, Orochimaru breathed a sigh of relief. When he looked at Shikamaru on the side, his gaze was completely different.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"From ancient times to the present, the blood of the Six Dao Immortals has been flowing in this world. The ninja race will always be respected by blood. The power of the Bloodline Boundary, you should know best. But are ninjas really powerful? ”

Orochimaru stared at Shikamaru, seemingly curious about what he was thinking.

"What do you mean?"

"For the vast majority of ninjas in this world, there is always a limit to the chakras they can use. And the power of ninjutsu is fleeting after all. The existence of the tailed beast proves that a huge amount of chakra can be mothballed and used. Moreover, the efficiency of using chakra is far higher than that of ninjas. Imagine if one day, a machine appeared that could quickly output or store chakra as a kind of energy. So what will the world become? ”

Shikamaru's words fell, and Orochimaru's face became very interesting. It was an indescribable feeling, shock, hesitation, confusion, and even a hint of fear.

With a slight movement of his shoulders and elbows, a long sword slipped from Orochimaru's sleeve, the cold light flashed lightly, and in the next moment, the grass pheasant sword in Orochimaru's hand had been lightly placed on Shikamaru's shoulder.

"Do you want to destroy the entire ninja class?"

Shikamaru didn't expect that Orochimaru, who has always been known for his rebellion and madness, would react like this when he listened to his words? At this moment, Orochimaru is very much like a defender, defending his dignity as a ninja.

Shikamaru didn't make any extra moves, and said with a smile: "Everyone will have a moment of death, and the ninja class is the same. If it will disappear one day, it will only prove that the ninja class is no longer in place! ”

Orochimaru's hand was shaking. Weakness, a feeling that he only felt when he saw the death of a loved one as a child, now returned to him.

Orochimaru hesitated, even though in the eyes of outsiders, he was an incorrigible monster. But only Orochimaru himself knew that when he was young, the golden fallen leaves flying all over the city in Konoha Village, and the dazzling appearance in the sunlight was the most beautiful scenery in his heart. The Will of Fire, the Way of the Ninja, once gave Orochimaru the warmth in his heart that no other thing can replace to this day.

"The era of ninjas may be coming to an end. And you, on the other hand, are the most likely to be the one who sends the undertaker. ”

"Undertaker!"

Orochimaru whispered three words softly. The next moment, the grass pheasant sword in his hand stabbed towards Shikamaru without hesitation.

No blood, no wailing. The sword was gone, and all it could do was a dark shadow.

When Shikamaru's figure reappeared, he stood in front of Orochimaru again, but he didn't have the slightest intention of making a move.

"This sword is what Orochimaru, who used to be a ninja, must stab!"

A smile appeared on Orochimaru's face and he put away his sword.

"The former ninja Orochimaru, is he dead now?"

Shikamaru's eyes lit up and he asked softly.

"When he left Konoha in the first place, he should have died!"

The lonely voice sounded, echoing in the hot woodland. Orochimaru's voice was soft, but unshakable.

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