Chapter 180 Yahiko's realization,

"Why is there a kid here?"

The blue-haired Takinin was stunned when he saw Kumokawa, especially when he noticed the other party's ease and comfort, he felt an extremely strong sense of disobedience.

But soon, the blue-haired Takinin shook his head and shook off those inexplicable thoughts.

He was a little nervous and nervous.

It was just a kid in his teens. No matter how strange he was, what was there to be afraid of?

Even if the third generation Raikage stood in front of him, he dared to touch him in his soul state.

The soul is an extremely strange and mysterious thing. Mystery means strength to a certain extent.

The secret arts involving the soul have only appeared a few times in the ninja world for thousands of years.

For those ninjas who specialize in ninjutsu and physical arts, unless his body is destroyed before he invades the spiritual space, he will definitely be seriously injured even if he is not controlled.

Although he can't kill the soul directly now, it is still no problem to make the enemy faint.

Only those ninjas who specialize in illusion and master special secret techniques, because they usually involve the practice of Yin-tun Chakra, will have some resistance to attacks on the soul level.

But there are very few people who master this kind of secret technique and illusion in the entire ninja world, and it is impossible for this teenage kid in front of him.

"Hmph, if you want to blame it, it's your own bad luck that you suddenly blocked me!"

Thinking of this, the blue-haired Taki ninja no longer thought about it, and turned into a phantom surrounded by a pale white light, and instantly rushed into Yunchuan's body.

However, before he was about to sink into the spiritual space, the playful smile on Yunchuan's face made the blue-haired Taki ninja subconsciously pause.

What's wrong with this guy?

"Don't dare to come in? Then I'll help you!"

Seeing that he wanted to come in but didn't dare to come in, Yunchuan smiled and raised his hand, his palm was surrounded by spirit particles, and a strange light appeared, and suddenly slapped him on his exposed body.

Buzz! !

As a buzzing sound sounded, the soul of the blue-haired Takinin was completely integrated, and Yunchuan's body surface was rippled, and soon it returned to calm again.

Yunchuan raised his deep eyes and looked at the figure that appeared in the distance.

"Boss?!"

Yahiko chased after him breathlessly, but he didn't expect to see this scene. He was dumbfounded for a moment, his jaw seemed to drop, and he said incoherently: "You, him, you just ate him? No...hiss!"

He stumbled and didn't say it clearly, but bit his tongue instead, and couldn't help but gasp in pain.

Seeing his clumsy appearance, Yunchuan couldn't help but feel a little funny.

However, after seeing the injuries all over his body, the smile on his face faded a little, and he walked over and patted his shoulder, saying: "This time, you did a good job."

Hearing this, Yahiko, who was still jumping and gasping, couldn't help but become stiff and fell into silence for a long time.

His eardrums were broken, and the sounds he heard now were like those through the noisy wind, and they sounded unclear.

But even if he couldn't hear what the boss said, he could tell from his expression and actions that he must be encouraging and recognizing himself.

However, he thought he would be very happy to get the recognition he had always longed for.

But what surprised Yahiko was that the little joy that emerged in his heart was instantly drowned out by other emotions.

Unworthy, guilty and sad, worried about gains and losses...

"Boss." Yahiko slowly raised his head and looked at Kumokawa in front of him, smiling slightly bitterly and shaking his head, "Only half of the five hundred people you and the red-haired kid gave me are left, I..."

"I'm sorry for you, sorry for Nagato, sorry for them, and even more sorry for their... family."

Yahiko knew very well in his heart that the boss's strength was far superior to his own.

If he led those ghosts, there would definitely not be so many casualties.

Yahiko certainly didn't mean to blame Kumokawa, because he also knew that this was a disaster they had to go through.

Fight for peace!

Struggle, there will be bloodshed!

Struggle is not the responsibility of Yunchuan alone, it is the common goal of all of them.

They can't live under the wings of Yunchuan forever. Since they want to follow Yunchuan's footsteps, everything they experienced today is just the beginning.

Yahiko wants to change the Rain Country, and even more so the world.

Therefore, as early as the evil god cult in the soup country, when he stood in front of the statue of the evil god, held the child in his arms, and personally wielded a knife to kill the woman, Yahiko had already abandoned his womanly kindness.

He knew that the evil god cult was just a microcosm, and similar tragedies were happening every moment, everywhere, and everywhere in the ninja world.

Yahiko didn't understand and was confused.

He didn't understand why such a thing happened, nor did he understand how to change the world.

It wasn't until he returned to Dawn City and Yunchuan gave him a few books that he finally found the answer.

Death is the first reason for the birth of faith.

When people are born, they have to face war and face death. This is something that many people cannot accept. Is the end of life death?

Therefore, some people began to look for the meaning of life, which was the original belief.

Suffering and pain are the second reason for the birth of faith.

Many people say that the result of death is not the most terrible, but the process leading to death and despair is what really tortures people, as if there is an invisible hand dragging people into the abyss.

Faith is like a rope, or just a life-saving straw, which gives people courage and hope.

Including the leader of the evil god cult, these believers were once a group of civilians.

The reason why the evil god cult exists and can develop to that extent is because of this wrong world.

A person will die three times in his life.

The first time, when your heartbeat stops and your breathing disappears, you are declared dead physiologically;

The second time, when you are buried, people wear black clothes to attend your funeral, they declare that you no longer exist in this society, and you leave quietly;

The third death is when the last person in the world remembers you and forgets you, so you are really dead, and the whole world is no longer related to you.

If those believers do not have faith to support themselves in living in this world, then they are just a group of hopeless zombies.

It is possible to die silently like a weed at any time, no one will find it, no one will care about it, and no one will remember it.

After death, they will only turn into a handful of soil, disappearing with the wind amid the cries of their loved ones. In this world that is too busy to take care of itself, it won't be long before those loved ones will forget them, and at that time, they will be truly dead.

They have no choice.

They can only hope in the illusory "gods", begging the gods to save themselves from this chaotic world, begging the gods to give them a new life after their death.

So, in Yahiko's view, if there were not so many wars, not so many misfortunes, not so many deaths, not so much pain in this world...

Even if the evil god cult appears, it will not be so strong, and the tragedy may still exist, but it will not be so many.

Yahiko does not want things like the evil god cult to happen again, so he is determined to change such a world, even if he sacrifices more.

Unfortunately, he still can't be absolutely rational after all, can't watch people die, and can't cold-bloodedly judge their deaths as "reasonable" sacrifices.

Sacrifice, these two words are light and floating, but what lies before him is not the "number" of death, but the cold and icy corpses that were once alive.

Those "ghosts" certainly have their own families, their own parents, children, wives, and husbands.

Even if they are willing to sacrifice for dying here because of their own inability, Yahiko still cannot feel the slightest joy in his heart.

All he has is the helplessness and hatred for his own weak power.

Thinking of this, Yahiko gritted his teeth and said, "I..."

But before he could finish his words, a hand was pressed on his head, interrupting his next words.

"Everything is born, and it must end and return to its proper place. Even I am no exception. You only have 500 people, but Takigakure has 3,000 people. It is already very good to be able to achieve this level."

Yunchuan rubbed his head vigorously, looked around with deep eyes, and smiled: "What's more, death is never the end of life, but only the wandering and sleeping of the soul."

He does not have the idea of ​​"the dead cannot interfere with the living" like Senju Hashirama. He enjoys pleasure and does whatever he wants, so he naturally does not like a regretful ending.

As for whether the old man Liudao has any opinions...

What does it have to do with him?

He has done what he should do now, and is about to do what he shouldn't do, but the old man Liudao has not said anything.

If he has the ability, just open the coffin lid and jump out of the Pure Land to face him directly. He happens to be interested in the Pure Land. He will know if he can beat him after a try.

Besides, even if the old man Liudao hides in the Pure Land and does not come out, Yunchuan plans to take the initiative to find him in the future.

After the "Death God Corps" and "Hollow Corps" are trained, they will be taken to the Pure Land of the Six Paths Old Man.

Thinking of this, Yunchuan looked down at Yahiko. Just as he was about to continue speaking, he saw Yahiko with a silly look on his face, and he touched his ears with his hands: "Boss, what are you talking about? I can't hear you clearly now. It feels like you just open your mouth but don't say anything."

"..."

Sure enough, I shouldn't expect this fool to say anything good.

Yunchuan couldn't help but twitch his eyes, and raised his hand that was originally rubbing his head, and slapped it down with a "slap".

Directly ignoring his stupid look of crouching with his head in his hands, Yunchuan looked up and looked around, sensing the battle that had not stopped around him.

Although the cooperation between the Yangyan Village Ninja and the ghosts is currently in the upper hand, at least one-third of the Takigakure Ninjas have not been resolved, and it doesn't look like something that can be resolved in a short time.

"Forget it, it's not bad for the first time."

Yunchuan sighed, slowly raised his hand, and said: "So, I'll clear the field in the end."

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely terrifying spiritual pressure vented from his body, and the air around him whistled, as if a mountain-like pressure burst out from his body, and the ground centered on him was collapsing.

Crack! Crack!!

Feeling the tremendous pressure and the threat of death, Yahiko subconsciously jumped back, and forcibly pulled a hundred meters away before stopping and staring at the past.

I saw a large amount of stone chips peeling off from the ground and flying into the air, and the cracks on the ground began to spread, as if there was an invisible force impacting, invisible but real, and what confirmed it was the frenzied airflow, which was the violent current aroused by the spiritual pressure, and the branches and leaves of the surrounding trees were blown to pieces.

And the extremely strong spiritual pressure began to gather and condense towards Yunchuan's right hand, forming a short blade similar to a wakizashi, with an S-shaped hilt.

It looks simple, but it is like a poisonous snake lurking in the bushes, as if staring at its prey with its fangs bared!

At the same time, in the distance, whether it was Ye who was rushing towards this side, or Kakuzu who took out the heart of the blue-haired Takinin, or the "ghosts" who were fighting to the death around them, two words sounded in their minds at the same time.

"Kneel down."

This voice seemed to sound from the depths of the brain, a dominant force from the depths of the flesh and blood soul.

And including the "ghost" Kakuzu, at the moment the voice sounded, they directly abandoned the enemy in front of them, pressed down the head of the Kagero Village ninja, and knelt on one knee without hesitation.

The next moment, Yunchuan reached out and grasped the silver-white hilt.

He placed his hand on his left shoulder, and swung the knife in his hand solemnly and slowly, drawing a sharp arc in front of him, and whispered:

"Shoot him, God Spear."

At this moment, within a few hundred meters, the Takigakure ninjas were stunned by the sudden kneeling of their opponents. Before they could react, the taste of death appeared.

Swish! !

The arc of light like a full moon instantly extended hundreds of meters long, and the terrifying airflow was like a circular shock wave emitted by the explosion, like a chariot passing through a quagmire, lifting the ground horizontally and covering all the surrounding Takigakure ninjas.

Nothing could stop the sharp blade of the "God Spear", and the surrounding air was torn open by this knife. The whistling airflow and the surrounding trees were divided up and down at this moment.

The Takigakure ninjas who were hit head-on seemed to be frozen in place without any signs of slowing down. Their faces covered by masks looked a little dazed, and their hideous laughter even froze on their faces. Time seemed to have stopped in this moment.

Gradually, the separated airflows were filled back bit by bit, and the sharp whistling sound of the swords was stretched out very long.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The next moment, the Takigakure ninjas who were standing or rushing forward suddenly lost their balance.

Yahiko and others felt a storm flow cutting through their heads like a knife coming sideways, and everything "standing" in front of them seemed to be "cut off at the chest" as if swept by an invisible knife.

The parts above the chest of those Takigakure ninjas were separated from the lower body, and they fell to the ground with confusion and helplessness in their eyes, looking like blood-red wheat cut by a sickle.