"But you're afraid that he will turn against you, and everyone knows his reputation. Rustle rustle! ”

The Grim Reaper smiled darkly, and it didn't believe that the face Maken and the big barrel of wood feather were cooperating.

However, it was also obviously afraid of the complete refusal of the face numbness, and continued:

"You can make your request."

The words of the Grim Reaper made Mian Ma a little silent, and what it said was exactly what Mian Ma was worried about.

If you want to say that in the eyes of these old monsters in the ninja world, who has the most bad reputation, it is not the cunning white snake, the toad heaven of the yin people behind the scenes, but the six immortals - the big barrel of wood feathers.

first betrayed his mother, then broke with his brother, and then single-handedly manipulated the fate of his two sons, and finally not only turned his back on Toad Tian, but also stabbed him in the back.

And according to what Mian Ma learned from the slug immortals, the method of making the Pure Land of the big barrel of wood feather clothes should be derived from the god of death, and in the end what kind of confrontation they had in the end, face Ma doesn't know, but it is obvious that the god of death is a loser.

Perhaps, Otsuki is a kind-hearted guardian, but an idealist like him is obviously terrifying. For the sake of the goal in one's heart, morality, family, humanity, and even oneself can be abandoned.

In fact, all thousand-year-old monsters have a suspicion that after Yun Jun, the big barrel of wooden feather clothes is the second agent of the ninja star.

After pondering for a moment, Mian Ma raised his head and said in a firm tone:

"Three requests, promise me, I will join forces with you."

"Please!"

"First, from now on, as a member of the Vortex Country, I will grant you a seat in the Yao Organization."

"Yes!" Since the god of death dares to invite Mianma, he also has a certain understanding of the country of vortex, in his eyes, if Mianma can succeed, those people in the Yao organization will become the strongest people in the ninja world.

Just like the Five Kings and the Cloud Emperor for three thousand years, it regretted not joining them at that time.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't work out in the end, it's just a return to the exact same situation a few years ago.

"Second, since you've joined the Vortex Country, I don't think you would mind sharing your soul attainments."

Seeing that it hesitated a little, he added:

"I won't want that part of your state of mind, the establishment of the Vortex Nation is too short, and I need to quickly make them a soul realm."

"Yes!"

The Grim Reaper readily agreed, although its current strength is not necessarily stronger than that of a stronger soul realm, but as an old monster that has existed for five thousand years, it still knows how to produce a soul realm without sequelae.

What's more, it understands that the group of people in the country of the vortex are all extremely talented people in the world, ancient spirits, the way of the elements, the laws of time, and the ultimate in physical body, which is much more talented than natural energy. It only takes a little effort to help them get promoted.

"The last one, then." The corners of his face and mouth rose slightly, and he was a little nervous when he saw the god of death, so he slowly spoke: "I don't think you would mind sharing with me the secret of these five thousand years!" ”

"Whew!" After listening to Mianma's last words, the Grim Reaper breathed a sigh of relief, even if Mian Ma didn't say these things, it would do it, but now it was in a passive position.

"Of course!"

It smiled grimly, and the parchment in its hand ignited with a layer of blue fire, and in a few breaths it burned to ashes.

Neither of them was mentioned about the parchment, but the Grim Reaper knew that this was what it needed to say and should do.

Immediately after, the Grim Reaper slowly fell to the ground, and a stone table suddenly rose from the ground, boxy, between the two of them, on which were two cups of steaming white tea.

He sat down cross-legged like a grim reaper, sat on the other side of the stone table, picked up the dark tea cup in his hand and exclaimed:

"It's worthy of death, the power of the pure soul liquefies to form tea, and I'm ashamed of myself with this hand."

As he spoke, he was not taboo, and with a gentle sip, the pure but unadulterated soul tea entered his body along the throat, and the power of the soul rippled in his body.

The energy contained in it is not as good, roughly a lower forbearance weight, but as long as you drink tea for a long time, it is not difficult to cultivate the shadow level.

The Grim Reaper looked at the face and drank half a cup in one gulp, and with a wave of his hand, the tea was automatically refilled, but his eyes flashed with distress.

It is not the Grim Reaper with hordes of souls thousands of years ago, and a cup of such tea requires about 100 souls, which is not a small burden for it now.

"The Uzumaki Family... Lord Ma has good eyesight, but unfortunately the Pure Land is not under my control, otherwise the adult can taste the best soul tea. ”

"There will be this day, now that the tea environment is ready, can you let me hear the story of the past."

The face was numb and took another sip of tea, with a refreshing look on his face.

"Where do you want to start with the sound of Miaoma-sama?"

Sometimes, once a precedent is set, it will be said very smoothly, just like the Grim Reaper now calls the face of the face of the numb lady without the awkwardness it used to be.

"We have a lot of time, let's start from the beginning!"

"Initially—" Death heard the word, and slowly fell into reminiscence.

"Buzz!"

A faint white aura burst out from its body, and its face was numb, allowing it to envelop the entire temple.

Suddenly, the surrounding environment changed, no longer as eerie as the previous temple, and no longer inside the house.

Instead, a desolate land appeared, on which countless beasts and humans were tearing each other apart, and the ground was covered with blood and corpses.

But none of this seemed to affect the two sitting at the stone table drinking tea at all.

Is the time of Izumi generally going back in time? He frowned at it, but quickly denied it, he didn't feel the mystery of time, and he could feel that he was still in the original time.

The illusion, or the soul image, is the same as the strength of the extreme realm and soul realm displayed by Mizusawa Creek at that time, which is the judgment given by Mian Ma after observation.

Thinking of this, he began to immerse himself in the image and waited for the Grim Reaper on the side to speak.

The Grim Reaper first placed his finger on the teacup, and the milky white soul tea flowed down its fingers into its body.

"Lord Mianma should know that I am not a human being, but a natural thing."

Mian Ma nodded slightly, similar to the previous Dragon and Tiger Baoyu and the five powerful artifacts in the hands of the five kings, they were all innate.

It's just that the god of death may be the cause of time, or maybe the soul has a spiritual intelligence.

The surrounding scene suddenly changed, and the battle between the beasts and humans ceased, leaving only the remains of the aftermath on the ground.

From the visual view of the numbness, you can find countless milky white souls wandering in the air.

At this moment, in the center of the battlefield, a simple knife emitted a faint glimmer.

At that moment, the soul of the sky seemed to be pulled and floated towards the knife.

As countless souls gathered, the knife slowly floated up, and its own light became brighter and brighter.

Suddenly, a white phantus converged above it, a white coat, white hair, and a lilac body.