"But--"

Poof!

Without mercy, the clergy who wavered in the evil god's faith were immediately executed. The old man smelled the smell of blood, and his wrinkled face revealed a wonderful expression of immense enjoyment.

Blood...what a delicious taste.

Killing... is such a pleasure.

The old man unfolded the black stabbing blade in his hand, and smiled with a twisted face. He looked at the black-clothed ninjas surrounding him, and the killing desire in his eyes was almost uncontrollable.

"Since you can't escape, then you, a group of blasphemers with no faith, should all be sacrificed to the evil god!"

With that said, he ignored the other clergy and rushed forward without any fear.

That bloodthirsty and ferocious face looked like a monster from hell.

Moreover, he moves quickly and vigorously, and does not look like an old man in his seventies or eighties at all.

Just by being around this old man, you will be affected by his desire to kill.

No one knows how many people killed to get the strong smell of blood.

All the black-clothed ninjas also rushed forward and swarmed up.

No matter whether it is this bishop or the rest of the clergy, the orders from above are not to be spared.

Since this evil sect, which regards killing as its supreme principle, is blocking the way, it must be eradicated and annihilated without mercy!

"Wind Escape·Thousand-faced Wind!"

The large-scale storm faced the old man head-on, leaving countless bloody wounds on his body. As a result, the old man cried out in pain and instead cheered loudly.

The hot and boiling blood lust was about to overflow from his eyes.

"It's useless! It's all useless! I am blessed by the evil god and am an immortal existence!"

Ignoring the wounds on his body, the old man picked up the black thorn blade and rushed into the crowd. No matter he was attacked by the fireball or scratched by the wind, he did not show any signs of fatigue.

Physical strength and vitality seem to be in an inexhaustible state.

This unusual situation makes people wonder whether this 70- or 80-year-old man is actually a human being.

How can such an old man still have such strong energy and vitality?

It has simply reached an inhuman state.

The black-clothed ninja did not dare to confront him head-on. His ghost-like posture made people frightened.

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"

The evil and sharp smile was as harsh and unpleasant as a knife cutting through glass.

The old man wildly waved the black stabbing blade in his hand, even though all the clergy around him had died, he was still fighting.

Rather, he is enjoying the battle.

Enjoy the blood and killing.

For the supreme doctrine of murder in my heart.

There is no need to hesitate to die as a martyr here.

At this moment, deep in the jungle, blood flashed away.

Before the old man noticed anything, he was knocked away by the bloody light.

He rolled on the ground more than ten times before he stopped, his head felt heavy.

He stood up and saw what had knocked him away.

A huge blood dragon looked down at him from a high position.

"This is the blood inheritance limit of the Blood Pond clan... The Blood Dragon Eye is as famous as the Sharingan. But I didn't expect that it is not extinct even now? I heard that like the Uchiha clan, they were also annihilated."

The old man seemed to have recalled something, and a very strange smile appeared on his face.

…

Forest path.

Wearing a black coat with an aster flower embroidered on it, there is also a very conspicuous round gold medal.

Kakuzu was carrying the black money box from which he had successfully collected the debt. He seemed to notice something was wrong with the atmosphere in the forest, and looked up at the sky.

It was stained with a faint bloody color.

Is anyone fighting? Kakuzu stopped and thought.

At this moment, the corner of his eye looked towards the roadside.

A boy of thirteen or fourteen was squatting in the weeds on the side of the road, counting the number of wild flowers out of boredom.

Kakuzu walked over without thinking, stood behind the boy, and asked, "Hey kid, how to get to the nearby town?"

"ha?"

The young man turned around and looked up at Kakuzu with an unhappy expression.

"Stop calling me a brat, I have the name Hidan."

"Really? How to get to the nearby towns?"

Jiao didn't pay any attention to it.

No matter what, he would not compete with a teenage child.

The young man named Hidan pricked his ears and said with an arrogant look: "Want to ask for directions? It's very simple. You kill someone and I will tell you how to get to the nearest town."

"..."

Kakuzu looked at the boy named Hidan with a strange expression.

You can ask for directions after killing someone... This is really a weird kid.

However, now, instead of making money by killing people, his job is to collect debts.

Afterwards, he walked away with an indifferent expression. He felt that fighting with such a brat would turn into a very troublesome matter, so it was better to leave.

Hidan snorted and stared at Kakuzu's back as he receded.

"Really, at first glance, he looks like a blasphemer with no faith. If you accept such a guy into the church, you will be despised by the evil god. It's true, the bishop, why haven't you come yet? It's already past the agreed time.

Already."
Chapter completed!