Avengers of the Whirlpool Family.

Chapter 620 The Evil God

After all.

The so-called evil god cult is just a makeshift group. The strongest person in this sect in the past was Feiduan. It's not that there is only one Feiduan who can rely on the power of the evil god to carry out suicidal killings by licking blood and drawing talismans. It's just that Feiduan is the best among them.

Whether it is personal strength or the method of using the evil god's power to devour others.

But even for Hidan, if we leave that one ability aside, his overall strength is at best at a quasi-shadow level, or even slightly inferior, which can be seen from several battles in the original work.

Once Hidan's ability is seen through, his strength is really just that. But Kakuzu is completely different. With the Earth Spirit in his possession, even if his strength is at the bottom of the Kage level, he is still a real Kage.

He is not a strange being like Feidan who needs special means to kill people.

and so.

From what Feiduan said, we can tell that the overall strength of the Evil God Cult is just like this.

Ordinary ninjas would indeed find it difficult.

But these shadow guards of Menma are all the best carefully selected by Menma. No matter their personal strength, character, or equipment, it can be said frankly that if these people join forces, they can fight for a while with an ordinary shadow-level existence who has no special means.

It is so easy to kill some ordinary followers of evil cults.

"Pfft!"

"what!?"

"Shh!"

"Peng!"

All the way.

Blood splattered everywhere and bodies were chopped off one after another. Menma walked in slowly with his hands behind his back as if he was strolling in the garden.

"Who is it? How dare you break into the altar of this holy religion?"

A middle-aged man with a crazy look on his face, who was obviously the leader of the evil cult, came to Menma's close position with more than a dozen subordinates who were full of murderous and fierce aura.

The eerie atmosphere and the rich breath.

And the smell of blood.

With just one glance, Menma could tell that this middle-aged man with a crazy face was a person of considerable strength, but only "considerable".

This is relative to ordinary ninjas.

Menma had no intention of talking to such a small fry and waved his hand lazily.

"Humph!"

Wuqiu, who was sitting on the side, showed a sinister smile.

"boom!"

A powerful aura burst out.

From an angle that goes straight up.

"What!?"

It's completely overwhelming power and speed.

As the middle-aged man's pupils suddenly shrank, his body was knocked flying by the hammer.

"Peng!"

It hit the back hard.

"Wow!"

The sudden heavy blow caused his abdomen to cave in, and the man couldn't help but spurt out large amounts of blood from his mouth.

"How could I Kexiu! You have succeeded in irritating me. I am going to cut you into pieces!!!"

at this moment.

Anger instantly filled the man's brain, and his already extremely ferocious aura was further aroused. At this moment, he completely lost his mind and did not consider the difference in strength between them at all. He just wanted to vent his anger on the bastard who dared to hurt him.

Unfortunately.

The mouth is very hard.

But there is no strength to match it.

In front of Wuque today, Feiduan is like a little kid, let alone the middle-aged man in front of him. Wuque simply ignores the shouting of the weak.

From an angle of approaching.

The 'Arm of Enlightenment' evolved from a single hand.

The sharp claws revealed!
"Pfft!"

He aimed his claws directly at the throat of the middle-aged man who had just climbed up, and penetrated into it!
With a fierce pull.

"Well!?"

It was easy to cut off the throat, and compare it with the surging blood.

A huge head rose into the sky.

"Gudong" sound.

It fell directly to the ground beside.

The only thing left was the headless corpse, which fell limply to the ground after a slight tremor.

While Wuque was easily dealing with the middle-aged man by "separating their forces", other Menma's shadow guards on all sides cleanly and efficiently killed the remaining followers of the evil god sect one by one.

This was a completely crushing massacre.

Don't even talk about innocence.

Even those shadow guards did not have any unnecessary psychological fluctuations. They were just some grassroots ninjas. It was easy to kill them. It was not difficult at all. Wuque was even less interested. He had thought that they would be some difficult opponents, but they were just a bunch of noobs.

"Why don't you talk to Master Menma and let me try out the power of that so-called evil god?"

While Wuque was thinking secretly in his heart, he was about to turn around and return to report to his master Menma.

And that's at this moment.

“Qikexiu! Who the hell are you, you bastard? It hurts, do you know that? How dare you chop off my head? Put it back quickly, do you hear me? Otherwise, I will ask the Evil God to sacrifice all of you guys! Aa ...

Suddenly.

Suddenly, an extremely sharp and crazy scream erupted from behind.

Wuque paused, turned around suddenly, and looked at the source of the sound with a look of surprise.

It was the head that he had just chopped off and rolled to the side.

what the hell! ?
The body was torn apart, but he was still alive! ?
What kind of principle is this! ?

Is this thing really a human?!

You know, even if he is the incarnation of Wu, if he is "separated" in human form.

He was definitely going to die last time.

It just means that with the Box of Paradise, there is a possibility that he can be resurrected, similar to the existence of the tailed beasts.

In the final analysis, he is no longer a human being, but a special energy entity.

But the middle-aged man just now, no matter how you look at it, he is a human being! ?
There is nothing else special.

this! ?

Can you still live after your head is chopped off?!

Wuque was truly shocked.

"Wow? I didn't expect that the Evil God Cult has another special case besides Feidan? This is really interesting."

Not far away, Menma also revealed a hint of surprise.

Walk closer with light steps.

He stood in front of the head and said with a chuckle with an interested look.

"Hidan!? You know Hidan!? Asshole, tell me, where is that asshole!? Huh!?"

He has obviously completely lost his mind.

Or perhaps it should be said that this so-called loyal and crazy believer of the evil god sect has no so-called rationality at all.

His brain had long been filled with evil energy.

Menma had no intention of communicating at all.

"Tsk tsk, but it's still a little off, it's useless."

Menma shook his head.

"Buzz!"

On one hand, a small black ball appeared.

Under Menma's control.

From a flying angle.

“You!? Ah…”

The screaming also stopped abruptly.

The huge head turned into ashes in an instant and was blown away by the breeze.

Menma has no interest in him at all, just an ordinary human who possesses some of the evil god's abilities.

Anyway, we can directly study and devour the evil god.

This kind of useless material has little value.

In Menma's eyes, there is only that evil god who has most likely also existed on this planet for thousands of years!
"I hope you won't let me down, you so-called evil god!"

Menma waved his hand lightly to clear away the flying ashes, then turned his attention back to the deeper level and led the way inside.

Wuqiu and his companions followed closely.

The group of subordinates led by this middle-aged man were obviously the last group of believers of the evil god sect in this special stronghold.

A section of road behind.

Menma and his group never encountered anyone trying to stop them again.

He arrived at the innermost area of ​​the evil god's stronghold unimpeded.

What followed was an extremely exaggerated and luxurious altar that came into the eyes of Menma and others.

How luxurious is this?

The so-called material was actually gold, and it was embellished with countless jewels. Of course, these were secondary. The focus was on the four sides of the altar. There were more than ten thick silver columns that were obviously deliberately set up, and on each of them were hung several shriveled corpses.

The entire altar was stained with dark blood.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

When ordinary people see this scene or smell this odor, they will probably vomit out the food they have eaten for three days and three nights.

The fact that he didn't faint directly was considered an amazing achievement.

However, for Menma and others, this is just a small scene.

Any ninja who has experienced the battlefield will know that there are many wars between ninjas that are several times more brutal than this. The scene before them just looks a little disgusting.

"This is really a bad taste!"

Menma raised his brow.

There was also a hint of sharpness in his pupils.

The more such scenes there were, the less psychological burden Menma had in attacking the evil god.

Anyway, they are just like "pests".

It can also be used to make yourself stronger.

Why not! ?
"You guys wait here."

Menma turned his head to look at Wuque and the others, gave them an order, and then went straight to the center of the altar.

"Yes, Master Menma!"

The closer you get to the past.

The more Menma felt, the more he could sense the eerie power emanating from the altar.

The moment when gusts of special breeze came blowing in.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably tremble uncontrollably.

But in Menma's eyes, these are just some common child's tricks.

There is absolutely no need to take it to heart.

By the time Mianma stepped to the center of the altar, he could already clearly sense the incomparably powerful evil energy emanating from directly below the altar.

If you really want to talk about it.

This is an energy that is even more powerful than that of monsters!

'Haha, it seems my trip was not in vain!'

There was a hint of joy in Menma's eyes.

Following from that.

"drink!"

Menma made seals with his hands.

Along with that deep shout, an extremely powerful chakra burst out.

Menma immediately changed his gestures.

In less than a second.

At that moment, circles of special runes spread out from under Menma, covering the entire altar.

"break!!"

Menma's eyes narrowed.

The words shouted in a low voice.

"Boom!!!"

The entire altar began to tremble violently at this moment, and a huge evil force hidden under the ground also burst out at this moment.

This surging breath.

This immediately caused Wuque and others in the back to change their expressions.

Only Menma looked as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Evil God? It seems that there is indeed a similar spiritual entity."

Looking at the spirit that was gradually appearing not far away, and its form was similar to that of the Grim Reaper that appeared in the original work, Menma's eyes lit up.

Especially when sensing the real energy existing in the evil god.

The smile on Menma's lips became more and more intense.

I am not afraid of this evil god being strong, I am just afraid that the evil god is an existence that cannot be swallowed. Now it seems that I have really chosen the right target.

It is no wonder that even with the Chakra Fruit produced by the sacred tree of the Otsutsuki clan, this planet can still have such vigorous vitality. How can a planet that can breed so many special life forms be simple! ?

It is impossible to revive the Ten-Tails, and even more impossible for Menma to plant trees.

If you want to become stronger, this is the only way.

Looking at the monster with special horns, an extremely ferocious face, and a huge sickle in hand not far away, Menma's pupils were filled with eagerness.

"Human! How dare you kill my followers! And how dare you disturb my rest! You!!"

What kind of god there is, what kind of believers there will be.

Of course, in Menma's eyes, the so-called evil god cannot be called a god at all. When the evil god roared furiously, he did not even give him the chance to finish his words.

"boom!"

Menma immediately turned on the fairy fox mode!
The bright white halo reflected in the pupils.

"Buzz!"

A small golden sword appeared from his palm, and with an explosion under his feet, he launched the most violent attack towards the evil god's position!

Needless to say.

They are all their 'prey' anyway!

Just kill it!
A swift and fierce offensive.

Even though the evil god is a rampant guy, he is definitely not a brainless idiot. He can judge the degree of threat posed by Menma at the first moment.

At this moment.

This evil god also immediately threw his hands.

He just swung his giant sickle.

"Whirring whirring!"

One after another, dark shock waves, carrying gusts of cold wind, whistled towards Menma.

(End of this chapter)