Konoha: From Aburame to God.

Chapter 60 I'll give you power, but you'll have to sell your soul
"I did lose the battle with Hashirama."

The man in black robe admitted it directly, and did not try to defend himself by saying that Hashirama was dead while he was still alive.

He continued in a sad tone:
"However, I didn't expect that after decades, there are still Uchiha clan members who remember me."

"I thought you were all tamed by Konoha and had completely forgotten about me."

When Uchiha Hui heard this, ecstasy was revealed in his eyes, but he still had a basic sense of vigilance.

"How do you prove that you are Uchiha Hui Madara!"

A sneer came from the black robe.

"Believe it or not, I, Uchiha Madara, have done things all my life, so why should I explain to you!"

When Uchiha Hui heard this, he believed it 80%.

This aura and this tone are the Uchiha Madara in his mind.

Moreover, he was able to break into the Uchiha camp silently without alerting anyone, so he must be very powerful.

This side explains it all.

"I was originally paying attention to Uchiha Shisui, but I didn't expect you to walk into my sight, an Uchiha who lacks talent but is unwilling to give up."

"Uchiha Shisui... It's Uchiha Shisui again. Is his talent so attractive? I've been working hard too!"

Uchiha Hui felt unwell and his face became distorted.

Even though the former spiritual idol has collapsed in his heart, he still has a special status.

Now hearing that he was still inferior to Uchiha Shisui, his sensitive heart was touched, and his murderous intent was unconsciously revealed.

Zhiyi was not surprised when he saw Uchiha Hui's distorted appearance.

Uchiha, that's normal.

But the aura became dangerous, and the momentum became stronger, pressing towards Uchiha Hui.

Uchiha Hui was oppressed by the terrifying aura, having difficulty breathing, and his body refused to move and refused to obey his commands.

He forced himself to raise his head and looked at the mysterious man with difficulty, his eyes filled with desire and passion for power.

In Uchiha Hui's eyes, Zhiyi's figure became extremely terrifying, and his powerful aura seemed to distort the space, making the whole person blurred.

The oppressive momentum was getting stronger and stronger. Uchiha Hui gritted his teeth and persisted, his sleeves soaked with sweat.

When Uchiha Hui could no longer hold on, the terrifying aura suddenly dissipated.

Uchiha Hui didn't react and fell directly to the ground, gasping for breath, but his eyes were still fixed on Zhiyi.

"Nice look, full of desire for power, but there are too many people in Uchiha who crave power."

"Are you really Madara-sama?!"

A look of respect appeared on Uchiha Hui's face.

This kind of momentum is definitely not something that ordinary people possess. It is wild and huge, as if facing thousands of troops.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I can give you what you want."

The man in black robe didn't care at all that Uchiha Teru was wondering whether he was Uchiha Madara.

It was like a meaningless question that was not worth the effort to explain, and he didn't bother to explain it.

"With your talent, it's uncertain whether you can evolve the Sharingan into three magatama in the future."

"It doesn't attract my attention."

Zhiyi spoke condescendingly to Uchiha Hui, his tone very calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"But your desire for power has aroused my interest a little."

"talent…"

Uchiha Hui chewed over the mysterious man's words carefully, his face looking very confused.

"Talent... Am I really only going to be a cannon fodder for the rest of my life?"

"No way! I want power! Great power! Even if it's just for a short time!"

Uchiha Hui stared straight at the man in black robe. This was his chance to change his destiny.

Immediately - Uchiha Hui knelt on one knee and said sincerely:

"Master Madara, please help me, I need strength."

"Why should I help you? Give me a reason."

Zhiyi said with more interest.

"It's not that easy for Uchiha to gain power, otherwise those lunatics who killed their own relatives for power would have been invincible long ago."

"With your talent, the resources I invest in you can have the same effect, or even better, if invested in others."

Uchiha Hui knew that this was Uchiha Madara testing him. If he was really not interested, he would not appear in front of him.

"Master Madara, others may not be willing to give everything for power like I am!"

"As long as you can give me the power, I will execute your purpose without hesitation, no matter what it is! Even if you have plans against me, I will not resist!"

"As long as you give me strength!"

Uchiha Hui said seriously, the paranoia in his words was clearly revealed, and there was also a hint of devilishness.

Zhiyi heard a creepy laugh.

"Very good, I just like juniors like you."

A knife extended from the chest of the man in black robe, then gently fell to the ground, and the tip of the knife pierced into the ground. The scene was very terrifying.

"This sword is called Butsu Yuhun. It can be said to be a sharp weapon on the battlefield. Plundering lives can quickly increase your strength."

"But do you have the capacity to use it?"

Uchiha Hui looked at the sword that exuded a faint ominous aura and said firmly:

"I will use it successfully, no matter what the cost."

Zhiyi saw Uchiha Hui's determined look and reminded:

"Frequent use of the Butu Soul will cause it to control your soul until you die in battle, and your soul will become nourishment for the sword."

"That's fair. As long as it can bring me the power I want, it doesn't matter if I give it to the soul."

Uchiha Hui walked slowly to the front of Budu Yuhun, put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and then clenched it hard.

A pure life force and soul energy was transmitted to him through the Butu Yuhun.

"This is... power!"

"Ha ha…"

Uchiha Hui stroked his forehead with one head, looked up and laughed wildly, joy pouring out uncontrollably.

"Finally... I can finally possess great power."

He could vaguely feel that the knife was touching his soul, even assimilating his soul.

But he didn't care, and even cooperated with Budu Yuhun to assimilate his soul.

In order to gain more power.

"It seems that you are very satisfied. Budu Yuhun was once my sword, but it can't keep up with the speed at which I become stronger."

The man in black robe said calmly, not feeling any reluctance towards Budu Yuhun and not caring about the knife at all.

Even his concern for Uchiha Teru is higher than that for Butsu Yuhun.

"I'm looking forward to what surprises you can bring me."

The man in black robe kept folding from top to bottom, very mysteriously. After a moment, only a black dot was left on the ground, and then he disappeared.

Uchiha Hui didn't care when he saw the man in black robe leave, and he just kept stroking the knife in his hand.

"Baby, the war will not stop. It will start soon, and then I will make you full."

The figure of Uchiha Teru was reflected in the blade of Butsu Yuhun, and the single magatama quietly evolved into a double magatama.

The scarlet Sharingan slowly turned, looking extremely charming.

(End of this chapter)