In this way, Yun Jun's last sealing location should also be in the Land of Wind.

Pure Land, is it really another layer of protection to seal Yunjun?

After listening to the Grim Reaper's complaining explanation, the speculation about the Pure Land in Mian Ma's heart was a little more accurate, and just when he vaguely felt that he had grasped the key point, the voice of the Grim Reaper suddenly rose high:

"After this!

"The contemporary Cloud Emperor is missing, all the five kings are seriously injured, the Cloud Ember Empire is divided into five, and the time that belongs to me has come!"

The voice of the Grim Reaper became more and more excited, and at the same time, it stood in a valley in the scene, its arms outstretched, its wide sleeved robe fluttering without wind, and countless souls in the ninja world began to gather here on their own and become its "food".

That is the way of the god of death to ascend to the state of mind, the way of the soul.

Based on this alone, Miaoma, who was staring at the picture, suddenly turned his head sideways and cast an appreciative glance at death.

This Grim Reaper is quite a personality! After playing for so many years, not only did he survive the Cloud Emperor, but he also took the opportunity to find his own way, even if he entered the state of mind, he also borrowed the east wind of the cloud embers......

The difficulty of getting from the soul realm to the state of mind lies in exploring one's own path, whether it is the current face numbness, or the water and river stream and the cloud emperor thousands of years ago, they all rely on natural energy, and the god of death is the first to take the soul path to reach the state of mind.

As for three thousand years ago, if there was no concept of "grabbing" put forward by the king of water, Shui Zexi, the five kings and the five famous in the future would just stop at the soul realm, where would they have the capital to fight with the Cloud Emperor?

Mian Ma mocked the people of the "snatching" faction beautifully in his heart, and he was in a good mood and returned his gaze to the picture.

In the next two thousand years, the white souls in the valley gathered more and more, and the space inside became more and more huge, slowly forming a small world.

From the outside, it seems to be just a misty valley, but this is a soul country that carries countless souls.

It's just that here, as in fairy tales, the soul is happy and free.

Without exception, the souls here have been washed away by the Grim Reaper, and even the most proud soul of human beings, and in the end, only the shell of the Ignorant Body is enslaved by the Grim Reaper, day after day, year after year...

"Why don't you choose to give them intelligence?" After noticing this, Mian Ma asked with some curiosity.

The Grim Reaper obviously only needs to wash away the memories, and the soul with spiritual intelligence can give it much more power.

His question stunned the Grim Reaper's body, and he replied in a somewhat unfriendly tone:

"Human! A race full of greed and lust, if it is good to them, they will not remember, and if it is not good to them, they will hold a grudge against you, and they will disapprove of you more and more...

“... Eventually, I discovered that the power of feedback from the soul that had been washed away was far beyond the reach of those with complex minds. ”

Hearing the words of the god of death, the face shook his head secretly, but he did not refute it out loud.

The root problem is that the Grim Reaper is not human, and it can only achieve its purpose through the most intuitive and superficial methods. So in the same way, if you judge it by human standards, it is naturally not a qualified superior.

Having a different race in charge of humanity is itself a misplaced match.

But he didn't say much, after all, the king of mankind can't guarantee that his people will not betray him, and his people will always love him.

Even if it is a face numb who relies on the faith of all people to become a god, there is no guarantee of this.

The face and the grim reaper are quietly in the ever-changing scenes, but each has its own heart.

The scene in the picture passes quickly, and the ninja world experiences the event of the moon rising and the sacred tree reaching to the sky during this period.

These events are more like a play house for the old monsters in the ninja world, and they seem to be huge, but they are not as powerful as one-ten-thousandth of the battle between the Cloud Emperor and the Five Kings two thousand years ago.

During this period, the Grim Reaper would occasionally let out one or two exclamations of staying out of the matter, and the two of them were in a very harmonious atmosphere.

A few more years have passed, and the ever-peaceful Valley of the Grim Reaper has welcomed its first living visitor.

The man had two horns on his head, held a tin rod in his hand, and was dressed in a white robe, and as he walked, nine black balls surrounded him.

As soon as the man appeared, his numb eyes locked on him, sensing the majesty emanating from the figure, and asked with some surprise:

"At that time, he was already in the realm of our waiting?"

Even if it is an illusion, even if it is a thousand years later, each other is a strong person in the state of mind, as long as they exude a trace of breath, they can judge the level of the other party.

After all, at this level, what is contained in every wisp of breath is actually one's own heart and path.

The Grim Reaper nodded slightly, and said with some embarrassment:

"Before I met you, I always thought he was the most gifted of the human race, and of course, half of his blood came from the woman from outside."

"What kind of story do you have with him?" Seeing that the big wooden feather coat and the god of death were talking happily in the picture, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked with deep meaning.

"Snorr," Death said with a muffled sound in his throat and anger in his tone, "that guy! ”。

"He was in the same realm as me, and all the humans who cultivated chakra were under his protection, and there were few people in that group at that time, and I didn't care much about it. The purpose of his visit was to discuss with me the fate of the ninja's soul. ”

The Grim Reaper's voice unconsciously raised a little higher, and his hoarse voice brightened a little, and he continued:

"He promises to draw the souls of all ninjas to my valley and let their power be used by me, and I will not allow them to be deprived of their memories and sanity."

"And you agreed?" He sighed and looked at Death with pity, thinking that he knew this result with his toes.

Who were the ninjas at that time?

Only those who join the ninja sect created by Otsuki Yuyi can become a ninja, whether it is a person who follows an asura or a person who follows Indra, but it is his dead sect.

And it is obvious that the Grim Reaper agreed to the request of the big barrel of wooden feather coat at that time, which also laid the groundwork for the follow-up.

Sure enough, the Grim Reaper's eyes were full of fire, and he said angrily:

"I promised! After a hundred years, the two of us were all right, and I didn't feel right until most of my valley was devoured by his people, but it was too late. ”

"He, how dare you!" The aura on the Reaper's body fluctuated violently with its emotional changes, and even the picture seen by the two of them became a little blurry.

However, Mian Ma still clearly saw that on that day, the figure in the white robe came to the valley, and this time, he was no longer a physical body, but a soul.

Seeing this, even Mian Ma was a little surprised, and suddenly stood up:

"He is not cultivating the Tao of the unity of chakra and natural energy, but the soul!!"