I'm a Hokage in Tokyo

Uchiha Ming, with a deep gaze, raised the corners of his mouth, revealing an intriguing smile:

"Try to defeat Uchiha Madara and become the true child of prophecy!"

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In a meeting room in an underground air-raid shelter in Tokyo, the atmosphere was so heavy that it was almost impossible to breathe.

"The mastermind behind this is actually Izanagi. The real savior, Izanami, has been wrongly accused for a thousand years by him! We have all been manipulated by him!"

"Even a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier was sunk in one encounter. Izanagi is such a monster!"

"Haha, Izanagi himself didn't even do anything, but the Outer Path Golems under his seat annihilated the Seventh Fleet in just a few rounds."

"Why did Izanagi come to Japan? Where is he now?"

The Japanese cabinet ministers and important officials present were like headless flies, in a state of panic all day long.

The big reversal between Izanagi and Izanami, the defeat of Uchiha Sasuke, and the nine tailed beasts all fell into the hands of Uchiha Madara. The bad news one after another made them feel cold in their hands and feet, and they were frightened three times a day.

"According to satellite images, Izanagi landed on Mount Arakawa near Konoha Village in Shizuoka Prefecture."

"Konoha Village? I seem to have heard of it somewhere..."

"It's the hometown of the Uchiha Senmen. It was renamed Konoha Village only half a year ago!"

"Izanagi is indeed the ancestor of the Uchiha clan. He really misses his homeland."

"He must be going to Konoha Village to activate the Infinite Tsukuyomi. Mid-Autumn Festival is only a few days away!"

Everyone was talking and talking.

Although there was no woman among them, it still felt like there were hundreds of crows making a noisy sound, making one dizzy.

"Quiet! Quiet!"

The acting prime minister slapped the conference table, slightly lowered the noise, and said with a sullen face:

"We can't resist Izanagi's Infinite Tsukuyomi. The great powers will definitely not sit idly by and will definitely intervene militarily. World War will break out in Shizuoka Prefecture!"

The faces of the important officials changed drastically.

The destructive power of Pain and Sasuke, two super-Kage-level warriors, is obvious to all and is absolutely beyond human power to contend with, let alone Izanagi who is obviously superior to the two of them.

It is even more impossible for countries around the world to sit idly by and watch themselves become nutrients for the sacred tree. They can only fight to the death and try to have a glimmer of hope.

By then, no one knows how many nuclear warheads will be dropped.

Before Izanagi activated the Infinite Tsukuyomi, Japan might have been the first country to be destroyed as it became a battlefield.

If their lives had not been controlled by the Uchiha Immortal Sect, all of these cowardly and greedy dignitaries would have fled the country long ago.

"Can His Majesty come forward to negotiate with other countries and think twice before acting?"

"Which country is willing to listen to the voice of our Majesty?"

A cabinet minister sneered, and said in a sarcastic tone:

"You can't even protect your own son, huh."

Sasuke was killed by Uchiha Madara's sneak attack. Although the loss of the nine tailed beasts was not his fault, the Uchiha Senmen, as the commander-in-chief, was undoubtedly responsible for this and his prestige plummeted.

Countries around the world are united around the Uchiha Clan, hoping to rely on the power of the Uchiha Clan to overcome the doomsday crisis.

Now all hope has been completely dashed. Izanagi, the ancestor of the Uchiha clan, has surfaced and in turn has become the mastermind behind the doomsday. The alliance, which was originally in name only, is naturally in disarray and each clan acts on its own.

"boom."

Just then, the door of the conference room was pushed open.

Seeing the appearance of the person who came, everyone on the scene immediately fell silent. The cabinet minister who had spoken rudely before turned pale and almost knelt down.

"What are you doing here?"

Uchiha Senmon seemed to be normal, but his calm expression made everyone feel more nervous and trembling.

Maybe it's just the calm before the storm, and no one dares to bring bad luck to the Uchiha Sect at this time.

Even if the Uchiha Senmon is no match for Izanagi, he can control these mortals and decide life and death with just a glance.

"These are extraordinary times and you all have a lot to do."

Uchiha Senmon said expressionlessly:

"Follow the previous procedures and go about your work."

Everyone felt as if they had been pardoned. They bowed and nodded hurriedly to Uchiha Senmen, then slipped away.

"The Prime Minister and the Justice Secretary stay."

The two people who were named looked at each other with dark faces. The others looked at them helplessly and ran faster.

"I wonder what's the matter with you keeping us here?"

The acting prime minister rubbed his palms together, smiling widely, and spoke in a humbly.

“How many death row inmates are there in the country right now?”

Uchiha Senmon looked at the Minister of Justice and asked an unexpected question.

The Minister of Justice was stunned, racked his brains for a while, and gave a number.

"We have enough. I'll give you six hours to bring all the death row prisoners here."

Uchiha Senmon frowned and gave instructions to the Minister of Justice.

"In this period of time, I'm afraid..."

The Minister of Justice looked embarrassed and tried to evade the question hesitantly, but Uchiha Senmen glanced at him coldly, which frightened him.

"I will definitely carry out your Majesty's orders!" The Minister of Justice stood at attention and patted his chest to make a promise.

"Prime Minister, please contact the other countries. I have a new battle plan. Please be patient."

There was an indescribable glow in Uchiha Senmon's dark eyes as he spoke word by word.

Half an hour later, Uchiha Senmon walked out of the conference room.

At the door, Tsukimi Inaba, holding a samurai sword, stood by with a cold expression.

"Inaba, follow me."

"Yes, Uncle Xianmen."

The two men walked through the corridor, took an elevator, and went down.

"Uncle Xianmen, I'm sorry."

Tsukimi Inaba lowered his head and said sadly:

"If I had told you earlier that Ming was the leader of the Eagles, this wouldn't have happened."

"Nothing, I have been hiding the fact that I have the Sharingan. Ming is the same as me."

Uchiha Senmon sighed and said comfortingly:

"It's all Uchiha Madara's fault. He's too sinister and vicious!"

After a while, Tsukimi Inaba raised his head, with hope in his eyes:

"Uncle Senmon, can we rescue Naru from Madara's clutches?"

"Certainly possible."

Uchiha Senmon showed a bright smile on his face.

"Just leave the matter to a reliable adult. I am A-Ming's father."

Having said that, Uchiha Senmon sighed calmly.

In his previous brief battle with Uchiha Madara, his strength was just the tip of the iceberg, but he was already overwhelmingly powerful.

Their battle with Uchiha Madara was like hitting a rock with an egg. Even if they made a plan to rescue Ming, the success rate would be less than one percent, which was only a slim glimmer.

But, so what? Is this a reason not to risk my life for Ming?

Even Inaba and Ying's girls were determined to give up everything, so as a father, he naturally had to lead by example.

A cold light flashed in Uchiha Senmon's eyes.

We must seize the time. The longer we delay, the more Ah Ming's soul will burn like a candle in the wind. I don't know how long he can hold on.

We must not give Uchiha Madara time to calmly seal the remaining three tailed beasts.

Well, then, the Uchiha Senmen had no choice but to take a risky move and gamble everything before the Mid-Autumn full moon arrives!

Soon, the elevator descended to the last floor.

Suddenly, a chill hit me in the face. Not only was it damp and cold deep underground, but the air-conditioning was turned on at maximum. Walking in there, I felt creepy as if I were in a morgue.

However, Uchiha Senmon and Tsukimi Inaba are not ordinary people, so turning up the air conditioner has no effect on them, and they are not afraid at all.

After passing through several strict checkpoints, the two arrived at a secret laboratory in the deepest part.

"Uchiha-sama, everything you ordered is ready."

Several researchers from the Supernatural Department pushed the medical cart to the middle of the laboratory and spoke respectfully.

Next to them was a death row prisoner covered in a black shroud, tied up on a chair, and unconscious after being injected with anesthetics.

The Minister of Justice first gathered a group of death row prisoners from Tokyo and sent them here.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Uchiha Senmon walked over to the cart and picked up a tube of reagent, which contained dark red flesh and blood fragments.

"Inaba, it would be best if you don't look at it," the Uchiha Senmon said in a flat voice.

"Uncle Xianmen, this is not the sin of one person." Tsukimi Inaba shook his head and refused.

"You are such a gentle child."

Uchiha Senmon no longer insisted. After a faint sigh, the last bit of tenderness on his face disappeared, leaving only chilling coldness and ruthlessness.

Holding the test tube, Uchiha Senmon walked behind the death row prisoner with an expressionless face.

Japan's death penalty sentencing standards refer to the Nagayama criteria, which means that a death penalty will be imposed only if three or more people are killed, and each of them is an extremely vicious criminal.

But even so, using them as living sacrifices in the Taishan Lord Festival is still a sin.

What Uchiha Senmon was holding in his hand was a sample of flesh and blood from a deceased player in the Tianyuan game.

To the Supernatural Hall, even the corpse of a short-lived extraordinary being is still priceless.

The remains of the incarnated players who died in the Tianyuan game have been well preserved.

Before Abe Haruaki and Ashiya Doman fell into hell together, he taught the method of Taishan Fujun Festival to Uchiha Senmon.

However, the supreme secret art of the Yin-Yang Dao of the Lord of Mount Tai is too obscure and mysterious. Even if the two conditions of a living sacrifice and the flesh and blood of a transcendent are met, it is almost impossible to bring the dead back to life.

"However, my pupil technique, the Eight Thunder Gods, can make the Taishan Palace Lord Sacrifice more effective with half the effort."

The three magatama in Uchiha Senmon's scarlet right eye spun and transformed into a blood-stained cherry blossom.

Then he poured the blood and flesh from the test tube at the feet of the death row prisoner. He formed seals with his hands, opened the kaleidoscope in his right eye, and shouted in a low voice:

"Taishan Lord Festival!"

In an instant, countless pieces of dust and paper appeared out of thin air, climbing up from under the feet of the living sacrifice until it was completely submerged.

There was a faint sound of ghostly howling in the room, and a dark light sank into the body of the living sacrifice.

After a few breaths, a mature woman's face full of cracks emerged from the dust.

"Tsunade-sama…"

Chapter 493 Chapter 494 Do you also want to dance?

The first ray of sunlight in the morning penetrated the gauze-like morning fog, and the mountainous atmosphere of Mt. Arakawa rose and fell. A red figure stood on the top of the mountain, looking down into the distance.

From this angle, you can have a panoramic view of the lush forest below Mount Arakawa and the small village renamed Konoha.

"Hmph, Konoha."

Wearing red armor, with waist-length black hair that covered his eyes and fluttering in the wind, Uchiha Madara looked down at Konoha Village with an elusive look in his eyes.

The day's plan begins in the morning, but no matter whether it is the forest or the village, there is no movement from any living thing, and the silence is breathtaking.