I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

"The Akatsuki organization was the same."

"Have those people left already?"

Huang relaxed his slightly furrowed brows and changed the subject to the former Akatsuki members, including Daibutsu, his voice becoming much gentler.

Ultimately, the peace he sought was very similar to the peace that Yahiko and others longed for.

However, in a real comparison, his own ideals may be even narrower and more petty.

Because all he wants is for the people around him and behind him to live in peace and harmony.

As for the world,

He was neither the chosen one nor the savior.

"Ah."

"Thanks to Lord Yaoying, Nagato and I learned the truth of the past, and it also allowed us to spend some time with our former comrades again."

"After Nagato put aside his hatred and sacrificed all his power to achieve redemption, I also released the Impure World Reincarnation technique so that their souls could be freed."

Xiao Nan's voice also became somewhat downcast at this moment.

Those people from back then were truly a wonderful group of companions!

But now, she is the only one left in the Akatsuki organization.

"In that case, you'd better work hard."

"After all, you are the only one they can rely on; you are their last hope."

However, the sound that followed dispelled much of her low spirits.

Her gaze drifted unsteadily to the young leader standing close before her, a strange pang of sorrow welling up within her. In a daze, Konan even saw the shadow of Yahiko in him.

Although the junior disciple, who has an unwavering belief in peace, shares a similar ideal with Yahiko,

However, in terms of their conduct and style, the person in front of me seems to be more similar.

He single-handedly gathered his companions around him and protected and led them forward.

"certainly,"

"Don't underestimate the will of the people of the Rain Country."

She raised her cheeks and responded proudly.

On the second day,

Xiao Nan left.

Thousands of ninjas from Amegakure also left with them.

Just as Ara had thought, Hanzo of the Salamander, who had been delaying in requesting the removal of the spell, was waiting for the day he could return to his homeland and watch the Land of Rain move towards true peace.

To achieve all this, he personally resolved the conflict that erupted between Amegakure and Akatsuki after Konan's appearance, and the two sides slowly reached a reconciliation in the silence of time.

When a person dies, their debts are cleared.

The hatred of the past is destined to fade away gradually.

After all, they all share the same roots and the same sense of belonging.

After responding to Konan's request and seeing the Amegakure clan off, it was already the fifth day since his appointment with Shikao.

During these five days, neither the other party, nor those belonging to Qijiaoshan, called out his name.

But this does not mean their progress is smooth.

At least, Ara could sense that Komatsumaru and Yamakaze's powers were becoming somewhat strange, and even the most powerful wind god, Ichimokuren, was experiencing a rapid decline in his own power.

Clearly, there are still obstacles to removing the filth and reviving the forest.

The reason for not calling out, besides perhaps not wanting to rely on one's own abilities, must more importantly lie with the deer-man.

The resolute look in the other person's eyes before departure conveyed a very clear message:

They do not want to rely on human power.

However, having made a promise, Huang could not simply ignore it.

Moreover, he does need to return to Heian-kyo to obtain more power to deal with Ashura's threat.

"Are you ready? The place we're going to next might be a bit brutal."

Looking at the girl beside him, Huang said softly.

Quan did not answer, but silently tightened his grip on her intertwined hands.

Chapter 760 Kidomaru's Will: That idiot god is my prey!

Using "cruel" to describe this particular region is indeed a bit of an understatement.

A blood moon hung overhead, bones littered the ground, and wails of agony filled the air.

This is the place where evil spirits are banished, which people call the Asura Realm.

With an indifferent expression, he pulled the illusory string out of the body of the bird-headed, human-bodied monster. His gaze went straight past the monsters and demons that were still lingering nearby, and looked into the deeper areas of the dark earth.

Aren't you going to come out yet?

"Then I'm going to burn all your toys to the ground."

A cold statement suddenly escaped from his lips, and a dark, windmill-shaped mark slowly appeared in his left pupil.

Where it landed, the corpses of monsters, evil spirits, and filth had been laid out to form a small hill, and all kinds of filthy and foul-smelling demon blood flowed for miles!

Huang was starting to get impatient with the endless stream of overconfident ants rushing headlong into the fire like moths to a flame.

After all, his purpose in coming to the Asura Ghost Path was to borrow a passage, not to engage in meaningless fighting.

As for Kidomaru, he should have sensed it the moment he arrived here, and there could only be one reason why he hadn't shown himself for so long.

The other party also wanted to join this bloody hunt.

Of course, it's a hunt for oneself.

Upon hearing this, the demons and monsters surrounding them became restless once again.

It wasn't just the sudden appearance of a human Onmyoji that made the evil spirits long sealed in the Asura Demon Path drool with desire; more importantly, the analogy of the word "toy" directly stimulated their ferocity to the extreme!

The beings that fell here,

Which one of them isn't an utterly wicked and utterly evil demon?

What kind of person would dare to treat them as toys?

ridiculous!

However, before they could put their agitation into practice, a sharp kunai shot towards a humanoid creature with a single horn on its head and a tin staff in its hand, accompanied by the sound of wind being cut.

The man held his weapon high, his eyes blazing with fury, and his mouth agape as if he were about to give a command.

But the kunai that shot out preemptively pierced his mouth before he could utter a word, and then emerged from the back of his head with a wisp of flesh and blood.

The beheading here was only a matter of a flash.

But this clean and swift strike immediately chilled the spirits of the filth that had just begun to stir.

Especially for those ghosts who were standing close by, whose faces were splattered with red and white substances, it was an immersive fear!

There's no escaping it, no way to avoid it!

Even if they were the ones facing this challenge, they would have no chance of escaping this call to death!

【what happened? 】

What exactly is going on with these young human Onmyoji?

[Aren't we the evil ones?]

Why does it feel like the roles have been reversed?

Fear grew wildly within these guys, and after wiping the food from their faces, they all turned and fled.

While the flesh and blood of human Onmyoji are indeed pure and delicious, they are extremely rare to encounter in the Asura Demon Path.

But you have to be alive to eat it!

The collapse here was like a butterfly gently fluttering its wings on the other side of the ocean; the evil spirits surrounding it instinctively began to flee.

Just then,

A crisp clanging sound of chains echoed from the depths of the Asura Ghost Realm. Amidst this clanging sound, which seemed to come from afar, there was also a melodious murmur, as if someone was softly humming an unknown tune.

In an instant, some of the evil spirits who still harbored thoughts of lingering suddenly turned their heads to look at the place where the eerie voice came from, and their ferocious faces unconsciously softened and evolved into fear.

It's unclear who was the first to lose control of their emotions, but a terrified scream escaped their lips:

"he!"

"It's him, he's here!"

Hearing such a sound, the already disorganized demon army instantly scattered like birds and beasts.

Even if there are human Onmyoji here that they desperately want to devour, it cannot be a reason for these guys to stay!

However, at this point, escape had become a pipe dream.

All that could be heard was the eerie sound of chains being rubbed against each other in the dark, shadowy corners. And what rivaled this sound, even forcefully suppressing it, was the shrill, terrified screams of ghosts!

Soon,

The world fell silent.

But the stench of blood in the oppressive air around them had intensified considerably!

Compared to the desolate wilderness, the being from the depths of the ghost realm acted far more recklessly and arbitrarily, sparing not even a single one of the demons who had already surrendered.

"Splash, splash, splash."

The screams from all sides gradually subsided, but the clanging of chains, which had been drowned out, rose again, this time with a new, pervasive sense of unease, as if something were being dragged across the ground.

However, what's even more intriguing than the voice is the presence that suddenly emerged from the light and shadow.

Unlike the grotesque demons of the past, he had a face that was no different from a human's. Apart from his uniquely pointed ears, even by the most demanding aesthetic standards, he could be classified as handsome.