() Chapter 260: Lying Words

**The upper body and cheeks are covered with curse marks and cloud patterns, Shikamaru looked back behind him, the body is translucent The phantom of death is quietly floating in the air, there are a few ghost fires fluttering around his body, his long unkempt hair hangs down on his chest, and his temples are like ropes firmly binding the soul in front of him, and the eyes cast on the soul are full of greed, holding a short knife in his mouth, and saliva is constantly dripping.

Except for Shikamaru, who was the caster, no one else could see the phantom of the god of death, except for one exception, and that was Orochimaru himself, whose soul was being sacrificed at this time, but unfortunately he was not here.

At the beginning, Shikamaru was possessed by Orochimaru with a curse mark in the short book street, and he was prepared for this action, he was never a character who sat still, even if he was in adversity, he didn't want to turn the tables and win all the time, and the first time he was possessed by Orochimaru was not worry, but how to use this to strengthen his own strength.

Stealing the ghoul sealing technique, sealing the soul of the Great Snake Pill, exploring the method of controlling the energy of the jīng god, and even cultivating more than rì in a remote temple, this qiē is all to study how to use other people's souls to perform this S-level forbidden technique, which has become his strongest killer weapon to date.

After thinking about it for so long, it's time to pay off! Shikamaru withdrew his gaze from the Death Phantom and let out a low sigh, unrestrained swaying the energy of Chakra and Jīng, and pitch-black tentacles emerged from around him, firmly entangled the huge body of Kirabi's tailed beast.

"There are more tentacles than me!" Kirabi's voice came from the mouth of the eight-tailed bull, constantly struggling and shouting, trying to free himself from the shackles of Shikamaru Jīng's divine energy.

Shikamaru gritted his teeth and maintained the huge chakra, he only needed to delay the humber for a moment!

The god of death raised his left hand high, and the rosary beads on his wrist collided together with a sound that only Shikamaru could hear, and then he reached into the chest of the soul in front of him with his large hand with dark purple skin and dark nails.

"Hmm!" Shikamaru snorted, although there was Orochimaru's soul to replace himself as a sacrifice to change the god of death, but to cast the sealing technique, he still had to use his body as a container, and the feeling of cold slaughter spread from his lower abdomen to his whole body, and a momentum seemed to come from behind, making his body shake slightly.

Syllable!

The Grim Reaper's big hand burst out of Shikamaru's lower abdomen and grabbed it on the head of the Hummer, and it was only then that Kirabi noticed that something was wrong, especially the pulling force from the Grim Reaper's hand made him feel a chill in his heart: "What is this!?" ”

Kirabi tried to resist this pulling force, but unfortunately, even the nine-tailed demon fox, which was stronger than the eight-tailed power, still couldn't resist this forbidden technique.

The one hand of the god of death is really insignificant compared to the huge body of the eight-tailed bull, but under the pull of Shikamaru, the eight-tailed is formed by the chakra, as if the actual body is actually involved from a point to the whole body, the chakra surged into Shikamaru's body like cháo water, but in the blink of an eye, Kirabi could no longer maintain the form of the tailed beast, only a layer of tailed beast clothes covered his body, and fell from mid-air to the ground.

Shikamaru snorted, and the eight-tailed huge chakra was incorporated into his body under the power of the "ghoul seal", and a circle of runes slowly emerged from his lower abdomen, but the bull who still had his own consciousness was struggling, resisting the power of the seal, not to mention the huge chakra that suddenly filled his body and almost burst Shikamaru, and just now, his body was even unconscious.

"Sure enough, it's a lot harder to seal the tailed beast without using the altar." Shikamaru gasped for cold air, his legs were weak, and he was already involuntarily half-kneeling on the ground, although he had made all kinds of ideas, but there was only one chance to use Orochimaru's soul to cast the "Ghoul Seal", and it had never been actually tested, although the "Ghoul Seal" was born from the technique of the Bagua Seal, but he thought that with the power of this forbidden technique, he could make up for the effect of the altar, and it turned out that he guessed wrong, but fortunately, there was no danger to his life.

It's just that this is really not a resting place for Shikamaru, he looked up at Kirabi who had already gotten up from the ground, although most of the eight-tailed power has been sealed into his body with ghouls, but Kirabi, who has become a human pillar force since he was a child, most of his chakra has been mixed with the eight-taileds, unless the chakra is absorbed completely, he can still use some of the power of the tailed beast, and his combat ability is far from being comparable to Shikamaru who is not in good shape today.

"Black magic. Fong! ”

"Thunder Plough Hot Knife!"

Rumble!

The earth-shattering sound echoed through the mountains, and Kirabi's chest rose and fell, constantly scanning the surroundings, but there was no trace of Shikamaru.

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Far away in the land of thunder, thousands of miles away, Tian no Kuni, thanks to the strange habits of the Great Snake Pill itself, most of the bases of the sound ninja village are built underground, cháo wet yīn cold, and the dim candle flame not only did not dispel this strange atmosphere, but instead made the figures of the past cast on the wall, adding a bit of yīn forest atmosphere.

The big snake pill jujīng, who was fiddling with the instrument in a research room, stared at the test tube in his hand attentively, but a feeling of dizziness suddenly came to his mind, making him stumble involuntarily for a while, and almost fell to the ground, he barely held on to the table to stabilize his body, but the test tube had already fallen to the ground and shattered.

"What's going on!?" Orochimaru's face was even paler, almost bloodless as a dead corpse, his eyes bloodshot, like a wounded beast, with jǐng ti and irritation, and he suddenly felt as if he had lost something very important.

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The ancient temple in the mountains echoes with the distant sound of bells, the monks in the temple are busy with their work, and a few small novices in shabby clothes are running errands around.

Bang!

A middle-aged man was thrown to the ground and let out a moan, his face covered in dredging and cowering, clearly terrified of the man standing not far from him.

"Is this it?" Condescendingly, looking at the middle-aged man, he was wearing a wide windbreaker with red clouds on a black background, wearing a hood and a forehead guard indicating the identity of a ninja, but the forehead guard with the logo of the Taki Ninja Village was deliberately scratched in the middle, and people with insight could know at a glance that he was a traitor, but unfortunately these people did not include the middle-aged man lying on the ground at this time.

The middle-aged man regretted it in his heart, he shouldn't be greedy for money and have something to do with the murderer next to him, looking at this person's methods, I am afraid that today I will also affect the masters in the temple.

Wearing the uniform costume of the "Xiao Organization", and also wearing the forehead guard of the Taki Ninja Village, naturally there is only the rebel ninja horn who was active in the ninja world at the same time as the first Hokage Senju Pillar, and seeing that the middle-aged man did not answer at this time, he couldn't help but squint his eyes dangerously, and said in a cold voice: "Answer me!" ”

“…… Yes, this is it. The middle-aged man's face was distorted, and after struggling in his heart, fear still prevailed, and he replied in a trembling voice.

Kakuto nodded with satisfaction when he heard this, he inquired in many ways, and finally learned the information that Shikamaru had been around here, and after understanding, he learned that Shikamaru had stayed in this temple for a long time, and he must have left some clues, which could help Kakuto understand his whereabouts.

He didn't look at the middle-aged man lying on the ground, but just strolled forward, observing the temple in the distance, the man didn't have time to rejoice, but he might as well be walking The horn suddenly kicked on his chest, and after hearing a series of broken bones in his ears, he walked leisurely to the temple gate, as if he had pinched an ant to death.

"Faxing Temple?" Kakudu turned his head to look at the plaque at the temple gate, then withdrew his gaze absently and kicked open the closed door.

Bang!

Several young monks who were still working in the courtyard looked at Jiaodu, who strode into the temple, and one of the young monks closest to the gate didn't have time to ask questions, but saw that Jiaodu's wrist shook, and his palm was unloaded from his body out of thin air, and several organs like blood vessels were connected to his body, and a handful of them stuck his neck.

"Where did a teenager who lived here go after he left here a few days ago?" Jiaodu approached the little monk who was stuck in his neck and asked in a low voice.

"I, I don't know ......." The little monk replied with difficulty, and as soon as the words fell, his neck was pinched by the horns.

The horns threw the monk's body to the ground like throwing garbage, several young monks in the courtyard took a step back when they saw this, Faxing Temple is too poor, coupled with a long-standing tradition, most of those adult monks have gone to other places to travel to the side, one is to increase knowledge, the other is not to add a burden to the temple, the temple is now only some old and weak, at this moment there is no one in the courtyard who dares to speak out.

"Where's the abbot?" Kakudu continued to ask.

Most of the young monks in the courtyard looked at the corpse of the dead monk with pale faces, and they didn't know how to reply, and they couldn't help but frown in disgust, and suddenly rushed to the side of a little novice, grabbed him by the collar, lifted him high, and asked sharply: "Tell me where is my abbot!" ”

"I'm here." A calm word suddenly came from Kakuto's side.

Jiaodu turned his head to look in the direction where the voice came from, including the abbot of Faxing Temple, the four oldest old monks had been alarmed by the sound in the courtyard and came to the small courtyard of Jiaodu.

"You're the abbot?" Jiaodu looked up and down at the Taoist customs in old robes, and asked in a deep voice.

After the Taoist pronounced the Buddha's name, he nodded yes.

"A teenager who lived here some time ago, do you know where he went?" Kakudu continued to ask.

"I don't know what that donor has to do with you, sir, but I don't know where he is." After giving a salute, the Taoist replied softly, and then asked, "Can we put the body down first?" ”

"You'd better know about his whereabouts......" Kakudu didn't listen to the abbot's question at all, but only threatened in a cold voice, "Because for to me, worthless things have no need to live!" ”

"Lying is one of the five precepts, and I have never deceived the donor." The Taoist shook his head and replied seriously, and at the same time motioned to the two senior brothers next to him, Daopu and Daohong, to collect the corpse of the monk at the foot of Jiaodu.

A cold light flashed in Jiaodu's eyes, and before he could ask questions, the two old monks who were close to his body suddenly shouted in unison and hugged his body, and for a moment their movements were as vigorous as young men.

It's a pity that it doesn't stop there, without enough material supplies, it is impossible to train ninjas or even samurai, and a few old monks who have been recuperating for a long time can only be much healthier than ordinary people, and they are not able to fight at all.

"Senior brother!" Dao Zhen shouted at Dao Zhen, who was holding a wooden sign with the word "forbidden words", and he rushed forward with Daopu and Daohong, hugging Jiaodu tightly.

Seeing this, Dao Zhen, who has insisted on practicing closed-mouth meditation for decades, hurriedly threw away the wooden card in his hand, and said in a hoarse and jerky voice to the frightened little monks: "Leave through the back door with me!" ”

As he spoke, he had already stepped forward to hold the youngest little novice, and grabbed several other little monks and wanted to leave.

Unable to measure himself, Jiaodu sneered at this time, and broke free from the arms of several old monks with only a slight struggle, and punched Daopu's Adam's apple, when Daopu covered his Adam's apple and groaned and fell to the ground, Jiaodu had already kicked on Daohong's lower abdomen, and then grabbed the abbot's collar and threw it out.

After catching up with Daozhen, he smashed his elbow on the back of his neck, and after seeing him fall to the ground and convulsed until he didn't move, he waved a few little monks to stop the momentum of escape.

"Do you even know where Shikamaru is going!?" Seeing the Taoist struggling to get up from the ground, Kakudu asked in a cold voice.

The Taoist first glanced at the brothers who had lost their breath, and then at the shivering monks, the eldest of whom was no more than fifteen years old, but he was half a head shorter than Shikamaru, who had been staying at Hoxing Temple, and was wearing ill-fitting clothes inherited from his senior brother, and his thin face was full of horror.

"Reincarnation is like a car like a wheel." A trace of struggle flashed in the eyes of the Taoist vulgar, and he couldn't bear it in his heart, but thinking of the conversation between Shikamaru and him when he was playing meditation, he whispered again: "How difficult it is in this life...... the next life, the next life and the next life should be happy." ”

"I don't know." The Taoist replied in a deep voice.