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Chapter 133 Idu's Whisper

Outside the blazing fire, pitch-black water dragons emerged from the void, severing the connection between reality and the fantasy world.

As the dragon's body rolled over, it floated to the side with the raging fire that had never been extinguished. With the flickering of a shadow, Anma Congyun and his wife escaped from the sea of ​​fire.

"How is it possible? Even this level of water jutsu can't put out the flames?"

After confirming that the two were not in danger of life, Xihi Hong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but then she fell into shock, finding it unbelievable.

"This is the Yin-Tun Fire created by the Phantom World, and the target is this couple. It is a Yin-Tun that is more difficult to deal with than Izanagi, and it has a bloodline limit without any side effects..."

An inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Huayue flicked his sleeves, and writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone appeared before him. In just a short moment, he had drawn out each technique.

"Seal: Fire Seal!"

Like a vine spreading out, the fire-sealing seal quickly surrounded the phantom fire that permeated the water surface, and finally sealed it on the paper.

"Interesting, really interesting. I'll leave my body to you, Hong."

Strands of milky white light flickered, and Huayue's soul rushed towards the distant cottage surrounded by the fluctuations of the fantasy world.

"Spiritual transformation technique? There won't be any problems, right? This guy still likes to mess around like before."

Lowering her head, Yuhi Kurenai smiled softly. The drowsy couple Kurama Murakumo slowly woke up and were surprised to see a strange man in Yuhi Kurenai's arms.

"Miss Hong, could this be..."

"Don't worry about his identity. During the time I was away, did you do anything strange, or did Yakumo's condition worsen again?"

Seeing Hong's serious expression, the couple looked at each other and had to tell the truth.

"Actually, after you left, we tried to use a more tactful way to persuade Yakumo to give up his dream of becoming a ninja, and then..."

Kurama Murakumo frowned, looking somewhat helpless, while his wife beside him spoke up to defend Yakumo.

"It's definitely not that child's fault. She has always been very respectful and loving to our tribe and us. It can't be her!"

Seeing that his wife was very excited, Kurama Congyun tried to comfort her, but his expression was still very gloomy.

If it wasn't for their daughter, who else in the Kurama clan could use such a powerful illusion that could affect reality?

"It is true as Mrs. Kurama said. It is true that Yakumo did not do this, but this does not mean that Yakumo is not related to it."

Kurenai Yuhi was worried in her heart that this mysterious bloodline limit might not be effective even with the eyes of the Uchiha clan.

But now, we can only place our hopes on him.

"Please, please don't let anything happen, Kagetsu..."

In Kurama Yakumo's bedroom, a spiritual figure floats in the air, an exquisite and intricate kaleidoscope, staring at the figure below.

He had long brown hair, pale skin, and an expression on his face that seemed tired and a little uneasy.

With her keen attention and insight, Huayue could clearly see the sweat oozing from the forehead and the slightly struggling body, as if it was afraid of something.

On the surface, it looked like she was just a frightened little girl having a nightmare.

But Huayue could not ignore the illusory and unstable Yin Dun power and the fluctuations in the fantasy world.

"We can only know what happened if we go in and take a look."

He raised his right hand, and a short sword similar to that of a samurai's kaishakunin appeared. The strange patterns on the handle and the illusory blade gave off an aura similar to that of the god of death.

"Up."

The spirit sank into the body of Kurama Yakumo, and through the scene where illusion and reality interfered, it entered a boundless world.

Like all the colors mixed together, it is more like a canvas that has been used countless times by paint and discarded casually in the corner of the background.

The startling smell of paint mixed with the almost naked malice finally created the scene before our eyes.

"This disgusting feeling, this evil aura, is indeed very similar to the eye power of Uchiha, who is born evil and understands what love is. What a pity..."

There was a hint of indifference in Uchiha Huayue's eyes, but compared to real evil, this negative emotion was far from enough.

Unconsciously, paintings emerged from all directions, surrounding Huayue who was constantly commenting on this place.

No matter how distorted and chaotic the contents of the scroll are, they will always be isolated by the Yin Dun power of the spirit when approaching, as if an independent pure land has been opened up in this space and time.

"I see. After being integrated with the Yin escape power that created everything from nothingness for a long time, it naturally rejects and resists the life energy that takes the form of Yang escape."

With a wave of the short blade in his hand, countless scrolls were shattered. The young and helpless figure curled up on the stone platform in the center of the world was sobbing softly.

"You might as well give up on becoming a ninja."

All along, his beloved parents said this to him, but when he thought of his clansmen and uncle who looked at him with hope, Yakumo fell into a vortex of struggle.

His body was weak and he was unable to undertake normal ninja training. No matter how hard he tried, he could not succeed...

Yakumo, who was immersed in anger, anxiety, resentment, dissatisfaction, and self-blame, heard its voice...

"You are resentful. Why do you resent? We are omnipotent. We are omnipotent in this world. With just a flick of the brush, we can destroy everything that you resent."

The gloomy and hoarse voice is constantly tempting, and the illusory power and the sickening whispers are constantly filling the weak body with strength.

"Become one with me, and let all those things that cause you pain disappear from this world!"

The pale skin gradually turned black, and the fingers kept growing longer in the direction of the beast. The face became ferocious and there were two horns on the head.

The illusory negative force that creates everything in the invisible illusory world gradually becomes real.

"It's a crude and immature temptation. This little creature, who was born less than 24 hours ago, wants to interfere with the real world right in front of me. It's really a fantasy."

In shock, the monster that was gradually merging with Yakumo raised its head. Its eyes, which had turned from scarlet to dark purple, suddenly made it look crazy.

"Those eyes! Ah! Damn bastard, what can you do? In this space and time, I, Yidu, am the master of everything. Go to hell!"

The monster who called himself Idu screamed madly, and countless layers of paintings overlapped like mountain ranges, trying to exile Huayue into a borderless virtual world.

"Have you ever heard of the god of death who rules over all things in the Three Realms?"

The short blade contained the power of the god of death that was enough to bind the three realms, instantly shattering countless scrolls of time and space. All the negative emotions connected with Yakumo were also divided by the short sword of the god of death.

"Don't underestimate the Death Blade that can split the essence of the soul, you little idiot who doesn't know common sense."