Konoha Hits The Soul

Chapter 380: Compassionate Compassion

“Do not!”

Compassionately roared, but all was to no avail.

A black liquid swayed from the eye socket of the compassionate right eye, revealing a huge hole weirdly.

There are tiny tentacles sticking out of the eye sockets, trying to get the blood longan back, but they are empty.

But immediately, the black liquor gathered.

The hollow eye sockets were suddenly filled with black liquid, forming a weird eye pupil, seemingly not controlled by compassion, turning automatically, scanning around frantically.

Compassion snarled.

The black blood vessels around the eye sockets surging, revealing the worm-like creepy worms on the face.

Immediately afterwards, something throbbed in his eye sockets.

It was like a huge heart beating.

Very weird.

Almost at the same time, Quan San’s expression changed, pulling his fingertips, manipulating Sasori to push Mercy away with a palm, and then abruptly drew out the Cthulhu spear that penetrated his chest, and threw it aside.

At the same time, the fingertip mechanism opened, and several thousand books appeared, controlled by Sasori, and pierced into the eye socket of Mercy’s right eye.

At this time, Mercy stopped screaming.

He fell to the ground with difficulty, and the pitch-black liquid in his right eye turned into a bloody scarlet, which was extremely miserable.

“That is……”

Putting the blood longan away from the seal, he turned his head to look at Quan San in a flash

Because the Eye of Thunder only swallowed the power of a blood dragon eye not long ago, the skills of the Devouring Prison are still in the cooling period, so the power of this right eye cannot be absorbed immediately.

It can only be temporarily sealed.

However, after losing the power of the blood dragon eye.

How could such a change happen to compassion?

“The power of Cthulhu has gone violently.”

Quan San kept his eyes fixed on Mercy, and suddenly said:

“That eye should be the core to balance the power of the Cthulhu. Although I don’t know what you are going to do, it is better to hurry up. These thousands of books only temporarily blocked the flow of Chakra at the acupuncture points near the eyes. Can’t be suppressed for long.”

“The power of the evil god…”

Under the puppet’s outfit, the corners of his mouth were instantly raised, and his palm was lifted.

The pattern representing the “curse. God grants kingship” spreads purple lines all around.

It kept pumping Chakra into the power of a spell, emitting a faint purple halo.

“It just happens to be what I need…”

The puppet made a jump and came to the mercy.

The three eyes are facing each other.

The compassionate expression was terrifying and scary, but an uncontrollable fear emerged inexplicably in his heart: “You…what do you want to do?”

“What are you doing? Why do you ask me for such a simple question?”

Suddenly looked at him coldly, “Mr. Mercy, so many encounters, anyway, a “friend”, of course, is to see you off.”

“You want to kill me?”

Compassionately sneered and mocked: “Try it.”

“……”

For a moment, he froze for a moment, and then laughed mockingly: “It’s the first time I heard someone ask me so bluntly, then, Mr. Mercy, if you wish, try and try… ..”

Suddenly leaned down, his five fingers slapped fiercely against the compassionate chest.

Almost at the same time.

The purple lines spread from the fingertips to the puppet’s exterior, and then to the compassionate chest.

The horrible suction came.

The compassionate expression changed, only to feel that the power of the Heretic God in his body was still restless just like a mouse saw a cat, shrinking into a ball, but still can’t stop the swallowing of this suction.

“Damn! Ex! You…what did you do!”

A look of horror suddenly appeared on Compassion’s face.

He wanted to break free, but under this terrifying suction, his actions became more and more difficult, and he couldn’t escape at all. He could only watch “Ax” change his hands again with the power of the evil god that had just been calculated.

He closed his eyes in despair, calculating for thousands of years.

The agency is exhausted.

Countless struggles.

It’s hard to get a chance to escape the “fate”.

Do you want to be destroyed in this place?

He thought like this, the power of the evil god in his body became thinner, and the darkness on his body faded away, and human skin appeared.

But at this moment, Shunyi stopped.

“…”

Compassion opened his eyes and looked at Shun Yi suspiciously, with a self-deprecating smile on his pale to bloodless face: “Why stop? Mr. Axe? Could it be a benevolence, wanting to let me go. Horse?”

“you guess?”

Instantly snorted, and said with disdain: “Just thinking, do you want to give you one last chance, don’t think too beautiful.”

“Chance?”

“Cixian’s intelligence.”

Shunyi retracted his palm, and the purple lines spread back to the palm of his hand like a living thing. If you open the puppet’s exterior at this moment, you will find that Shunyi’s body has been covered with such purple lines.

“So it’s this? Mr. Ackers, don’t you think I will tell you?”

Compassionately panting, his eyes looked at the hazy dome above his head.

The scenes thousands of years ago flashed in my mind.

Temple of thousands of years.

Two young novice monks.

At that time, their Buddha mind was not born, just two fools who were curious about everything and wanted to try everything.

How can I think that one day, such a change will happen.

What a pity, what a pity, Ci Xian.

If it wasn’t for me to pretend to be sick and lazy that day and ask you to chop wood and fetch water for me, would everything have a different ending?

These thousands of years.

you’ve changed.

I also changed.

Owner?

Ha ha……

It’s good to end like this.

Thousands of years.

Things like immortality are really tiring.

Mercy looked towards Shunichi: “Kill me, Mr. Ax, even as a last point of respect to the enemy, I won’t give out any information about Cixian.”

Under the puppet mask, he blinked in an instant, although he was surprised that this second and fifth boy had such a unique side.

Could this be the ethics of the two and five boys alone.

Shun Yi turned his head and looked at Quan San.

Quan San understood that Shunyi wanted to ask him how much he had read. He shook his head and nodded again.

Although it’s just a few sporadic pieces, perhaps, it is also useful.

Shun squinted his eyes, probably because he understood what Quan San meant.

He looked at Compassion, then stood up.

“Since you have been struggling to survive for so many years, you might as well linger for a while and continue to live humblely.”

Shunyi looked down at Mercy, and looked at Mercy’s shocked eyes:

“I left you a part of strength, and at the same time, I lifted the little shackles on your heart.

Although you have lost a lot this time, if you apply that point of Cthulhu’s origin well, with your abilities, you should also be able to bring considerable benefits.

Congratulations, you are free, Mr. Mercy. ”

While speaking, he turned around in an instant, no longer paying attention to the compassion that was so shocked that he could no longer speak, and Kwon Sanyi went one after another, putting away the severely wounded Sasori, and Black Zetsu just before he had time to take it away. Deliberately leaving Shun Yi to deal with the deformed White Zetsu that wrapped the Third Raikage, and the Spear of the Cthulhu, walked away.

“why?”

As the two walked further and further, the weight-bearing Quan San caught up with Shun Yi and looked at him questioningly: “Why did you let that guy go? If such a person is let go, there will be endless troubles.”

“In my plan, he should have been alive. Since I can beat him this time, I must be able to beat him next time.”

Suddenly paused, turned his head to look at Quan San:

“And, do you think it’s easier for him to live than to die?

Or, in other words, for compassion, he really…can enjoy freedom? ”