Infinity: The main god space starting from Naruto

Chapter 58 Ghost King Muzan: ???
Uchiha Madara was immersed in his thoughts when he suddenly heard a gentle call.

"Mr. Madara, dinner is ready. Please come and eat with us." Aoi Kamado stood at the door and said with a smile.

Ban looked up at her and nodded gently. He slowly stood up and followed Aoi to the restaurant.

The dining table was already full of children. When they saw Madara coming, they all shouted, "Hello, Grandpa."

"Mr. Madara, please sit here." Aoi pulled out a chair and said.

Uchiha Madara sat down immediately. There were only some vegetables on the table, and the staple food was just some porridge.

Although the food was simple, the children around them looked happy. The two youngest children were playing while eating, which attracted Kuizhi's scolding. Although it seemed that life was hard, they were still very happy.

Looking at this heartwarming scene, Madara couldn't help but think of the past.

"Izuna." He silently repeated his brother's name in his heart. It had been a long time since he had experienced the whole family sitting around the dining table like this.

Uchiha Madara once had many brothers and sisters, but because of the war, only Izuna and Madara himself were left. In the end, Izuna was killed by the damn Senju Tobirama on the battlefield.

Suddenly, Madara realized that he was beginning to feel sad.

He was slightly stunned, and a trace of self-mockery flashed through his mind: "Am I really getting old? I can't believe that I would be emotionally moved by something like this."

He thought to himself: "When I return to the Ninja World and activate the Infinite Tsukuyomi, everything will be restored, and the world will be forever peaceful, and this kind of thing will never happen again."

At this moment, Madara's body suddenly tensed up, and his expression instantly became serious. He looked sharply out the window, as if he had sensed some danger.

The next second, Uchiha Madara suddenly stood up, and everyone at the table looked at Madara instantly.

Aoi Kamado: "What's wrong, Mr. Madara?"

"Stay here and don't move. It's dangerous." Ban said in a deep voice, with an unquestionable command in his voice.

Before he finished speaking, Madara's figure had already disappeared from the spot. His speed was so amazing that he didn't even have time to disturb the air.

This sudden scene made everyone stunned. The children at the table widened their eyes, looked at the place where Ban had just sat in shock, and then turned to their mother in unison.

"Mom! He..." the children exclaimed, their voices full of surprise.

Kuizhi was also startled by this sudden change. She quickly came to her senses, stood up immediately, and instinctively protected the children behind her.

"Children, don't be afraid." Aoi said calmly, but her voice was still trembling. "Everyone, be quiet. Listen to Grandpa Madara and don't move."
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In the snow, a figure walked slowly forward, leaving clear footprints on the white snow with every step he took.

"In a thousand years, there has been no ghost that can resist sunlight, and there is no trace of blue red spider lilies." He whispered to himself, with a barely perceptible irritation in his voice.
This is a tall man wearing a long black windbreaker, the hem of which sways gently in the wind. His handsome face is as white as snow, as if blending in with the surrounding snowy scene.

Suddenly he stopped.

Not far ahead, an old man appeared in front of us. He was thin and hunched over, and looked like he would fall down if the wind blew.

However, when Muzan's eyes met the old man's, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Those were a pair of blood-red eyes, particularly eye-catching against the pale snow. Even Muzan could sense a hint of something unusual.

"Are you the Demon King Muzan?" Uchiha Madara asked. This sentence was not a question, but more like a confirmation.

Muzan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his expression turned cold instantly. He didn't expect someone to call him by his name, let alone a human who looked so old. But the other person's eyes aroused a little interest in him. It would be a pity to kill him directly. He was in a good mood today, so he could let him live a little longer.

"It's really strange," Muzan said, with a hint of amusement in his voice, "An ordinary human actually knows my identity."

He paused, a dangerous gleam in his eyes, "Are you a member of the Demon Slayer Corps? Or has someone leaked my secret?"

Uchiha Madara remained silent, just staring at Muzan calmly. This calmness made Muzan feel a little unhappy.

He was used to humans trembling in fear in his presence, but the old man in front of him showed no fear at all.

Muzan looked at the old man carefully, noticing his hunched back and wrinkled face, and a sarcastic smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"But," Muzan continued, with a hint of pride in his voice, "no matter what you know or who you were, it won't change anything. Look at what you look like now."

He pointed at Uchiha Madara and said, "Wrinkles, white hair, hunched backs, this is the fate of mankind."

He shook his head in disdain. "Human beings, what pathetic creatures you are. No matter how powerful you once were, you cannot escape the fate of aging and death in the end."

There was a hint of fanaticism in Muzan's eyes, "And I am forever young and forever strong. This is the difference between demons and humans."

At this moment, Madara slowly spoke: "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that your killing ends today."

Wuzan was stunned for a moment, and then felt a sense of absurdity. A trace of mockery flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Do you think that you, a dying man, can stop me?"

His voice suddenly turned cold, with a piercing chill: "It seems that you don't know whether to live or die!"

boom!
There was a muffled sound in the air, and Muzan's figure appeared in front of Uchiha Madara. His speed was so fast that even the air around him was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

Muzan's hand stretched out like lightning, fingers spread, and went straight for Madara's throat. His eyes flashed with cruelty.

However, just as Muzan's fingertips were about to touch Madara's skin, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and Madara's figure disappeared in an instant.

"What?!" A trace of panic flashed across Wuzan's eyes.

"too slow."

A deep voice suddenly came from above Wuzan's head. Wuzan raised his head sharply, his pupils suddenly contracted, and a chill instantly swept through his body.

Madara had appeared above him without him noticing, looking down at him. Before Muzan could react, a thick branch appeared out of thin air in Madara's right hand.

The next moment, the branch pierced the air like a sharp sword and pierced Muzan's head.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, and the branch, with incredible force, instantly pierced through Muzan's head.

The huge impact force nailed Muzan to the ground. His face hit the snow heavily, creating a big hole in the snow and sending broken snow flying everywhere.

Wuzan's body twitched violently, blood gushed out from the wound, staining the surrounding snow red. His eyes were full of disbelief, and he obviously couldn't understand what was happening.

(End of this chapter)