I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

soon.

Only three years.

Such a period of time is far too short for a demon to be of any use and can be completely ignored.

When we met again, the little guy's childishness had completely faded, and he had quietly prepared a gift for himself.

The three-colored dumplings are sweet, and the things called hair clips are very pretty.

This was the first time she received a gift.

It was also the first time I took the initiative to speak to that little guy, although it was only two sentences: one was a question, and the other was a conclusion.

He really has become stronger.

If I remember correctly, this should be the fifth year since the contract was signed, and the other party is ten years old.

However, the wounds remaining on his body and the murderous intent hidden in his eyes were in no way inferior to those of the snow wolves that roamed the snowfield.

'Snow Woman, thank you. You can go back now.'

Before setting foot on that devastated, blood-soaked land, he was preoccupied with his own emotions, feeling fragmented.

But, I am a monster.

Why should we care about our own feelings?

An elder in the clan once said that human Onmyoji summon yokai as shikigami only to borrow the power of yokai to achieve their own goals.

They wouldn't care at all about the death of monsters.

Not to mention the feelings of the monsters.

But he seems different.

Even with strange and evil sorcerers, they use basic exchanges as a means of communication.

desire?

This word is like a snow lotus on a cliff, instantly captivating the Snow Maiden's heart. But it seems only suitable for admiring from afar, for it to remain forever.

Therefore, she remained silent in response.

The icy realm shattered completely, and the girl's already fair face became even paler with weakness; she could no longer remain in this world.

Even after returning home, they would fall into a long slumber.

After all, this time, forcibly squeezing out his own power in another world damaged his very essence.

"You are still too weak."

She murmured softly.

The figure also became illusory.

Huang gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up, his body trembling.

he knows.

he knows!

If I were stronger, Uncle Yadai, Brother Minghuo, and the others wouldn't have died!

"If there is a chance to meet again, please call me by my real name."

Her voice also became extremely weak, as if it would dissipate at any moment.

"My name is..."

"Shirley."

As she finished speaking, the girl swayed slightly, and a snowflake-shaped object quietly slipped from her hair and fell to the ground.

That was the first gift she ever received.

A small accessory that can bring you joy for a long time.

Shirley bent down to pick it up, but just as her fingertips were about to touch it, her movement stopped abruptly, and she subtly curled her fingers.

The next second, she slowly disappeared into this world.

Huang was somewhat stunned.

What did Yuki-onna, no, Shirley, just say?

What does "if there is an opportunity" mean?

What does "goodbye" mean?

He didn't understand.

I really don't understand.

Ara wanted to use the Hundred Demons Night Parade Scroll to investigate, but at that moment, a sharp pain pierced through his chest.

It's that broken samurai sword!

Before him, Obito Uchiha stared at him with a ferocious gaze. Beneath the tattered mask, a Sharingan with three tomoe marks slowly closed.

This is?

Izanagi! !

Chapter 83 I didn't say you could touch her!

The broken blade churned wildly within Huang's chest.

Obito's single eye gleamed with an almost manic pleasure!

Almost.

Just a little bit closer!

He was completely defeated by this ten-year-old brat.

How could this not drive him crazy? How could he easily let it go?

All the hardships he endured and the torments he suffered were for the purpose of creating a world with Lin in the not-too-distant future.

But just now, this promising future was almost destroyed by this brat!

Anger, relief, and pleasure intertwined on his ferocious face, venting on the broken blade he gripped tightly.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party possessed these eyes that could be replaced, he would have long ago reduced them to ashes.

"Undying..."

The murmured whispers were uttered with difficulty from Huang's mouth.

The murmurs, mingled with blood and foam, sounded just like the final, unwilling cries of a dying person.

"Let go, Lord Ara!"

The woman of the hour of the ox roared and charged forward, dark green cursed flames burning in her palm.

"Interesting ability."

Obito suppressed the madness in his eyes and easily swept the girl, who had no close combat ability, away.

"I will explore your power carefully later, don't rush."

Arrogant, cold words swept across the space.

At this moment, he is Madara, the god who rules over this race!

No one can stop him, no one!

"Oh, right, what did you just say?"

"Undying?"

Why didn't you die?

Obito turned his gaze back to the dying boy, his eyes filled with mockery.

"I have to thank you for this!"

"It was because of everything you caused in the Land of Water that I had the opportunity to openly collect that beautiful Sharingan."

"Only then can one unleash the forbidden technique Izanagi, which combines the power of the Senju and Uchiha clans."

"So what? In the end, you still couldn't protect anyone."

The mocking voice gradually turned cold, and the broken blade in his hand completely stripped the prey of its life. He would not give this kid any chance to fight back easily.

Even though he had lost the ability to resist.

'Clang.'

It's the sound of metal falling to the ground.

The sword that the boy had been gripping tightly fell to the ground. His limp fingers and the quietly disappearing feathers all proved one thing.

shortage.

died.

The wilderness, on which countless people placed their hopes, is dead.

His foundation was ultimately too weak.

They were simply not enough to stand up to the mastermind behind Akatsuki.

"Master Huang."

The girl, struggling to her feet, murmured her name.

Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were filled with unease and fear.

The effectiveness of contracts is gradually weakening.

This means that her Onmyoji master has truly...

"I kill you!"

The woman of the hour of the ox roared, her body engulfed in eerie, ghostly green flames. Like the snow woman, she was also squeezing out her own primal power.