Infinity City.

The atmosphere gradually solidified.

… What do you mean?

He looked around in a daze, he opened his mouth slightly in disbelief, his brows furrowed, his eyes fluttered, and he shouted:

"Hey!"

"Speak!"

A trembling voice echoed through the slightly empty Infinity City, the warm lights shining in it, but no one answered his questions.

Tong Mo lowered his head slightly, his rainbow-like eyes were emotionless, and he glanced at an unbelievable nest.

He couldn't feel the emotion, and he still couldn't understand why he reacted so much.

- just dead.

The colorful eyes reflected the somewhat anxious appearance of the Zodiac Seat.

Suddenly, Tong Mo realized.

Originally... Be surprised at this time?

Just as Uzuza looked at Naruto fiercely.

When!

Naruto's tone was much tougher than ever, and her voice was sharp:

"Quiet."

"No miserable lord, here."

The next moment.

Buzz——!

Boom!

The coercion from the depths of the blood burst out, and the Yiwoza who was standing subconsciously pounced and half-knelt down.

He hung his head slightly, breathing a little short.

With a faint soft sound.

When!

Dressed in a black suit, he appeared on a chair in the middle of Infinity City, his face supported with one hand, and his eyes looked at the Nest.

A miserable and gloomy voice came from overhead:

“… What are you hustling about? Nest? ”

A cold gaze swept over each kneeling string.

The expression on his drooping face was slightly stunned, he gritted his teeth, and did not make a sound.

He knows it.

- Even if he doesn't say anything, Lord Wu Miao can listen to his inner thoughts.

It seemed to agree with his idea.

"That's right."

Wu Miao Gao sat on the platform in front of the Nest Seat, he crossed Erlang's legs, and his scarlet eyes looked at him:

"Black Death is dead."

The voice landed.

Winding other than the child mill present.

They all trembled slightly.

"Unbelievable." Tong Mo took out a copper fan and opened it slightly, his tone imitating sadness.

The first of the winding - the ghost that has existed since before the birth of the winding.

In the hundreds of years since the birth of the Twelve Ghost Moons, there have been several changes, but the position of the last one has never changed.

And now...

"The first quarter moon is broken." Wu Miao suppressed the anger in his tone:

"It's a change."

He raised his head, put down the hand that supported his face, clenched the handle of the chair, squeezed it tightly and whitened, and squeezed the syllables out of his throat:

"A change unseen in a century."

"Bad changes!"

Creak...

The wooden chair cracked, then puffed up and turned into sawdust.

"Me."

Swish!

Wu Miao, who was sitting in a chair, suddenly turned into an afterimage and disappeared.

He came to the throne and lowered his hand slightly.

The cold and pale hand gently stroked the short pink hair of the scarlet seat, and the scarlet eyes were hidden in the shadows:

“… The most annoying thing is change. ”

Wu Miao said, the muscles in his arms bulged slightly, and his sick white fingers suddenly became stronger.

The next moment.

Poof!

The head of the [Jade Pot], which was trembling next to him, took off and appeared in the hands of Wu Miao.

Dark red blood suddenly splashed on his head.

“… Yes? The jade pot was slightly stunned, and the little hand on his head waved helplessly twice, feeling the touch of his head being caught.

After his focused pupils saw the misery in front of him, his face flushed slightly with his eyes opposite to his mouth.

- No Misery... Stroking the top of my head...!

- Great! So excited!

The jade pot's cheeks gradually turned crimson.

After glancing at the jade pot, Wu Miao frowned slightly, and then with a backhand, he threw the head of the jade pot elsewhere, and raised his hand:

“… Got it? ”

The gaze swept over all the windings.

Smack!

The head of the jade pot was thrown onto a platform not far away, and the bones rolled twice.

"Yes!" Bantengu looked at the head of the jade pot that rolled in front of him, and quickly lowered his head, curled up, and responded with a trembling voice.

Wait until there is no misery and stop talking.

"No misery, my lord." The head of the Zodiac sank lower, and his tone was serious, and he half-knelt in front of Wu Miao:

"Can my subordinates know that the ghost hunter who killed the first string is..."

Hearing this, Wu Miao glanced at the nest seat slightly.

Instead of answering his question, he turned around and announced directly to all the winders:

"From now on."

"All the digits of the first quarter moon, rotate upwards."

As soon as the words fell.

Swish!

On all the platforms near the upper winding, several twisted and hideous meat whips burst out.

Poof!

The sharp armor stabbed into their backs, and then gurgled with blood.

On a high platform.

“… Ho... Yes!! Fallen Ji covered her eyes, bloodshot eroding the whites of her eyes, and opened her mouth wide and roared unconsciously.

The number of "Lu" in the pupils slowly distorted.

In the end, it turned into a "team".

Click, click.

Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead to the floor, and green tendons spread from her back to her body, and her body trembled slightly.

The whip behind him slowly shrank, as if it had completed its mission, and disappeared into ashes.

Blood in the body...! It's boiling!

After a slight gasp, she subconsciously looked down at Naruto, only to find that the other party was also looking up at herself.

The big 'Lu' in Naruto's eyes didn't change.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Fallen Hime folded her arms, turned her head away in resentment, and snorted softly.

The numbers in the eyes of the rest of the upper strings also changed.

Wu Miao turned his head to look at Tong Mo, who was kneeling obediently on the side:

"Tong Mo!"

"The subordinates are here, and there is no misery." Tong Mo raised his head slightly, he smiled, his tone was quite expressive, and wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

The number in his eyes has become 'one'.

Wu Miao stared at Tong Mo, his tone was flat, and he stretched out his hand to point at him, his dark nails looked extremely sharp in the light:

"Grow your believers."

Tong Mo was stunned for a moment, he blinked his colorful eyes, opened the copper fan, covered the lower half of his face, and said in an exaggerated and shrill voice:

"No miserable adults...! … You are so generous! ”

Syllable!

He put away the fan, tilted his head, and looked at Wu Miao with a smile:

“… Is it okay to have more than five hundred? ”

Tong Mo - the ancestor of the Eternal Bliss Sect.

He was already the father of this religion since he was a human being.

In previous years, whenever the number of his followers exceeded 500, he would be reprimanded by Wu Miao, which was also one of the reasons why Wu Miao's eyes were more unpleasant.

"Yes."

Wu Miao's tone was cold, he slowly put down his raised hand, slowly clenched his fists, and withdrew his eyes:

"All the strength... Look for the cyan flower. ”

When he said this, he was facing all the upper strings.

Suddenly.

"Huh?" Wu Miao's eyes looked at the jade pot that only had his head left, struggling to roll towards this side.

The other party's inner thoughts were so dazzling that they attracted his attention:

"What do you want to say? Jade pot? ”

The head of the jade pot trembled suddenly, and the baby-like little hands supported the head, and looked at Wu Miao with a crimson face:

"Ahh No miserable adults. He spoke in a flirtatious tone:

“… I've got a piece of information..."