Sell ​​jars from Hokage

Fights between different systems are sometimes very important to the one-gram production function.

The diverse skills in the jar can affect this restraint to some extent, just like a space tear that has a killing effect on most professions.

However, ninjutsu does not come from jars.

This is a force that is constantly fighting and gradually improving in a specific system. If the ninjas are given a period of time, someone may develop a ninjutsu targeting the Shadow Land, but now Orochimaru is invincible with this skill.

At least until Konan thinks of a way to catch him, Orochimaru is undefeated.

And he doesn't need to attack.

He just needs to defend and delay time.

At this moment, the battlefield seemed to be in a stalemate. The meteorites gradually gathered in the sky were still attracting everything, but they were helpless against Orochimaru hiding in the shadow land. Konan obviously did not have the ability to chase him directly like Roger and twist the space with his fists to force him out.

It would be great if I knew the nymph of Raykha.

Xiaonan thought in his heart.

However, there is no if.

However, there will always be some unexpected situations on the battlefield.

Even she thought she might not win, a breath that burned like flames suddenly rose.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

Joan of Arc, who had been staying there, seemed unbearable to cover his forehead at this moment, and a golden flame was burning little by little in his pupils.

“This is a good opportunity.”

Joan of Arc spoke in his mouth, but his tone was completely different from that of the gentle and strong Saint, and it was a tone that revealed madness and excitement.

Everyone realized something.

Gilgamesh had a pleasant smile on his face, as if he had seen something extremely interesting story.

"Do you have the rest of your personality? I really didn't expect this." said the wise king.

As if to confirm his words, Joan of Arc seemed to be unable to suppress the desires and changes on the other side of his heart. Her armor was gradually turning black, and the flames of revenge turned into hot chains tied to her.

Finally, it turned into a witch with gray-white hair and a witch with an endless hatred burning in her pair.

"I will accept the final reward without hesitation!"

Joan of Arc said, and a scorching flame also rose in her sight, which turned into a sea of ​​fire in an instant, putting Orochimaru in it, and the screams of pain rang out in an instant.

"What is this?" Orochimaru's voice became tragic because of the pain.

The flame actually penetrated the shadow and burned his soul with incredible power. The regret, madness, and unimaginable mental torture made him scream constantly.

If Orochimaru hadn't been almost lost under the power of the evil god and had already had experience, at this time, I would have probably swallowed my despair and burned my soul into the fire.

"The Flame of Judgment."

Joan of Arc pulled out the thin sword at his waist, and there were also flames burning on it. Her posture looked like a flaming witch reborn in the flames.

The sharp sword aimed at Orochimaru who was in pain and wailing, with a happy and crazy expression.

"God said, "You are sinful, and you will be turned into ashes in your confession."

The flames in the eyes suddenly burned, as if an endless sea of ​​fire penetrated the space and penetrated the shadows, and went straight into Orochimaru's soul.

In the endless pain, he began to recall, recall what he did, and began to feel guilty and regretful.

What did he do?

Betray the village, kill the villagers, plunder the bodies of others, and even plan to murder their own teachers...

"Bastard-!" Orochimaru's soul trembled violently, "I am an immortal lich, an immortal undead, are you actually playing with the power of the soul in front of me?"

He has discovered that the flame spread not through space, but through observation.

When he observes the flame in the other person's eyes, the seeds of the flame will ignite their regrets and burn their souls.

"A good struggle."

Joan of Arc's smile was even brighter. If it weren't for the flames in his eyes, it would be like a simple smile like a girl who saw his close friend. However, such a smile at this moment would only make people creepy.

"Roar in the real dark hell! You will feel my pain, my resentment! This is the revenge that destroys everything!"

At this moment, Joan of Arc's body seemed to have traveled through the dimension and crossed the void. The posture of holding the thin sword penetrated Orochimaru's soul in a twisted manner, and the obstruction of the shadow had no meaning.

Orochimaru's scream came to an abrupt end.

The last flame was Joan of Arc, the blasphemy flame that abandoned faith and twisted himself. The instant pain was unbearable for any soul.

Badges slowly emerge from the shadows.

Xiaonan clenched his fists.

Even if you are not directly attacked, just looking at the other party, you will feel a burning sensation coming from your soul.

There is no doubt that this saint's profession, or power, has a special attack effect on the soul.

Orochimaru tragically encountered another profession that restrained him.

but......

She may not be the opponent now.

"It's the Evil Spirit Holy Girl."

Joan of Arc turned his head, and his fair face had some abnormal flush, as if it was the aftertaste of satisfaction. Even the flames burning in his eyes seemed to weaken a lot.

"The Evil Spirit Holy Maiden?" Xiaonan repeated this sentence.

"The saint of justice, the saint of mercy, and the gentle saint will one day realize the powerlessness of justice, so they ignite the hatred in their hearts, fall into evil spirits, and give the evil people the final confession with the flames of hell, and at the same time satisfying their desire for revenge." Joan of Arc seemed to be explaining his profession.

Xiaonan narrowed his eyes.

It seems...not as crazy as it just now.

I see.

Has Orochimaru solved her desires satisfied?

"If you are satisfied, are you going to let the Saint of Justice reappear?" Xiaonan asked.

"Of course-" A happy smile appeared on Joan of Arc's face again, "No!"

“…”

"How can the flame of revenge be extinguished??" Joan of Arc opened his hands and shouted with a loud laugh as if proclaiming, "I will no longer trust, will no longer be betrayed, and will no longer hear the voice of the Lord. Since I can't hear it, it means that everything in the world has been abandoned, so burn it! Burn everything! Unless I burn it all together, the flame of revenge will never be extinguished!"

The golden flames in the eyes burned again.

Even hotter than before.

Once hatred is ignited, it cannot be eliminated with revenge. Killing is like a strong wind rolling towards the flames. After being suppressed for a short time, it will burn even more intensely.

Joan of Arc, who has entered a state of revenge, cannot recover through himself.