Konoha Soul World lottery system

The spirit child in front of him shook violently, and finally collapsed under An Ran's annoyed eyes.

Waving his wings to absorb the spirit, An Ran slumped down on a chair in the playground and closed his eyes.

Xu'an was already sitting on the bench, looking at the blue sky.

An Ran flew down from the sky and sat next to Xu An.

"Failed again," Xuogishi sneered, "I have to tell you that that thing is useless."

"Technology is the primary productive force" Xuogishi retorted with a curled lip.

"In the face of real power, everything is nothing." Xu'an said indifferently, "You should feel it too."

"Well," Anran nodded, "otherwise I would have succeeded just now."

"That's Namikaze Minato's spiritual pressure, the war has begun." Xuogishi's smile had a bloody aura.

Kiran shook his head, "The war is about to end. The battle of Kannabi Bridge, Konoha has begun to win."

After rolling his eyes at Xu'an, he still remembered that he almost convinced Minato, if Xu'an hadn't caused trouble.

"Don't look at me with that look." Xu'an's eyes were fierce, "If you can convince others, you will become weak. Weak people are incapable of convincing others."

An Ran was speechless and choked. Although he could criticize others for their wanton cynicism, facing his other self, all sanctimonious words could not be uttered.

"Xu An, are you interested in becoming a daimyo?" An Ran suddenly asked.

"Are you sure?" Xu'an's eyes lit up with red light, "You know my style of doing things."

Anran couldn't be more clear.

"The death of the daimyo led to the complete collapse of the previous rules and systems. If you want to form a new system as soon as possible, your way is much better than mine."

Xu'an thought of something, "What about you?"

"Me," An Ran's legs swayed, "I love learning, and learning makes me happy."

"Take Terumi Mei with you." Xuogishi snorted coldly.

"The hearts are connected," An Ran exclaimed exaggeratedly.

"Whatever you want, give me the dragon ball."

An Ran was stunned and said with a smile, "I miss you Hei Ji, Mr. Bailong."

"You're overthinking, sister-control pervert."

An Ran blushed and said, "Sister's control over Hokage, can it be called sister's control?"

"Don't be wordy." Xuigan was not in the mood to play tricks with him, "There are still enough silver tubes."

"Don't mess around, that's the Holy Land Princess." Kishi was horrified. The silver tube was armed with the power of the Quincy, and it was no less poisonous to Xu Lai. Xu An couldn't use it on his own, so he would definitely use it. To Heiji.

"You are discussing the use of power with me." Xu'an looked disdainful.

Anran raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay, in exchange, I want a stable water country."

"play hard"

"play hard."

An Ran opened his eyes, and the light refracted by the wings gathered in front of him, and the blurred human shape gradually became clear.

The body used by the Shinigami in this world is not much different in appearance from that of normal people. It can be seen and touched by ordinary people. It can slowly restore the power of the seriously injured Shinigami, and at the same time, it will also limit the use of the Shinigami's power.

Its essence is a high concentration of spirit seeds, and the manufacturing methods are recorded in the projection computer.

Urahara Kisuke is an expert in making righteous skeletons, and his spirit son synthesis technology is the best among the Shinigami.

It is very difficult to develop a skeletal body from scratch, but based on the experience and records of the predecessors, combined with Nirvana's artificial death technology, and the Quincy's super control over the spirit son, Anran created a skeletal body.

But it’s not enough. With successful experience, the subsequent process is just copying.

I failed several times and found ten identical bodies in front of me.

Input the power of the God of Death to neutralize the power of the Quincy, and seal it in the prepared container, leaving only one.

Closing his eyes, the empty essence poured out of his body, forming a white mask that looked like a smile but not a smile. The mask broke away outwards, rushed out of An Ran's face and penetrated into the corpse.

Yigui stood up, a pale mask covering his face.

Taking out the clothes from the different space and putting them on, the blood in Xu'an's eyes disappeared, hiding behind the mask, "The power is too weak."

"There is no way, the technology is not mature yet, just make do with it." An Ran spread his hands innocently.

Putting the container that sealed the corpse into a different space, Xu'an sneered, "Ten times, that's enough."