Chapter 79: This is my domain.

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'Boom! '

Obito Uchiha fell hard into the alien space he had created. He huddled up on the cold ground without any image, and the orange one-eyed mask he always wore fell to the side.

"ah!!"

Painful roars lingered in this silent space.

His cheeks with horrific scars were even more hideous, a large amount of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his clenched fists were rattling.

What kind of pain is this!

He only felt that every joint and every bone in his body was being hammered and chiseled by a tough and sharp flame awl nail.

The inexplicable burning sensation made his soul tremble.

Obito has forgotten how long it has been since he has tasted such pain. No, this has long been beyond the scope of pain, but torture, torture to his whole body, every bone, and every cell.

Fortunately, he had experienced an inhuman experience similar to this, so he was able to withstand the first wave of torture and barely escape through space, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

After an unknown amount of time, the torture that almost drove him crazy gradually subsided, and the Hashirama cells in his body began to activate, repairing the damaged body.

"Kill with curse?"

Uchiha Obito, who was holding his body up, gritted his teeth and muttered to himself.

"Is it related to the evil cult spread in the Kingdom of Sichuan? I heard that there is an immortal human named Hidan there, and he is also good at curses."

"The subsequent effects of this curse seem to fade due to changes in distance."

"As for the medium of the spell, it should be the blood accidentally obtained by that brat."

He was constantly introspecting and analyzing.

At the same time, he is also carefully tearing open the space to spy on the outside world, looking for the best opportunity to attack, because the existence of Hashirama cells allows him to do whatever he wants in the use of pupil techniques.

And he felt uneasy leaving such a potential threat alive.

.......

At the same time, a round red pill appeared in Huang's hand.

Intermediate body medicine pills, derived from the thousand-day achievement of wielding a sword thousands of times a day.

Even during the two years of frantically using tasks and tempering himself with blood and fire, he never stopped training for daily tasks. And if it is not used on weekdays, it is to use it now when it is most dangerous and when the power is most needed.

As soon as the pill entered his mouth, a wave of warm energy surged rapidly in his body, and Huang felt that every cell and every inch of bone was stretching and groaning.

Strength gradually gathers.

"Master Huang, I..."

The little face of the ugly girl is a little pale, and the straw doll in her hand has been burned by the curse fire. It will take time to use the demon power to weave a new curse carrier.

This time, she failed again.

"fine."

Huang was alert in all directions and spoke out words of comfort.

The curse of the Daughter of Ugly Time has two shackles that are difficult to solve: first, the physical constitution and strength of the person being cursed; second, the distance from the person being cursed.

In the former, a physical master like Metkai must be Kakashi who is more able to resist the erosion of the curse; in the latter, the effect of the natural curse becomes more obvious at close distances.

On the other hand, Obito not only possesses Hashirama cells belonging to the first generation, but also has the ability to cut open space and escape at will. It is not difficult to kill him directly with a curse.

"Um."

The ugly daughter of time snorted lightly and did not continue to say more, but her white finger bones curled into her palms.

'This kind of thing will never happen a third time! '

'She swears! '

But at this moment, a series of superficial messages rotated in the sea of ​​consciousness.

【Good】: Uchiha Nashu’s apology

[Good]: Uchiha Shinyan’s apology

[Good]: Uchiha Linhuo’s apology

........

[Good]: Uchiha Hellfire’s recognition (erasure)

[Good]: Uchiha Enjima’s recognition (erasure)

【Good】: Approval of Yashiro Uchiha (erasure)

The sudden message made Huang, who was on alert, shake his mind.

Although he had already had the consciousness to give up everything and bear all the blame.

However, when all this happened, his heart suddenly contracted, and the uncontrollable pain swept through his body crazily. It was a pain that was more bone-piercing than the 243 blades in the Luohang illusion!

The pain also caused him to slowly bow down while holding his chest.

'Ho, ho. '

The breath that was difficult to control became thicker, and the tears that had long been dried by the wind burst out at this moment.

"shortage!"

Quan shouted, her eyes already turned red, but she didn't dare to come over.

Because she knew clearly that Huang could not protect two people at the same time in a very small space.

"Master Huang!"

The daughter of Chou Shi was also in a panic as she tried to help up the boy who was suddenly acting strangely beside her.

Can........

Huang gently opened the girl's hand and gradually straightened up with his own strength.

"I am okay."

"It's really okay."

"Thanks."

His voice was very soft, and the palm covering his chest slowly fell down. The third magatama appeared in his scarlet pupils at an unknown moment, quiet and crazy.

Huang's eyes slowly swept across the space without any fluctuations, but he knew that that guy must be there, must still be there!

"Hey, shameless thing, a puppet pretending to be Madara, don't you want these eyes? Come and get them!"

"Come out and get it!"

"I've protected my people."

"And you?"

"oh."

"I see."

"She's dead, right?"

"You watched her die, didn't you?"

"That's why you want to make me experience the same pain."

"I'm so sorry."

"I am not a waste like you. I am not a waste like you who can only hide in a different space."

"Let me guess, what were you doing at that time?"

"There's no need to guess."

"It must be hiding in a dark and lightless alien space like this."

"Oh, right."

"Does she like you?"

"Or is this just wishful thinking on your part..."

"shut up!"

The sharp samurai sword cut through the different space, and the single pupil under the mask poured out endless madness!

Huang didn't retreat, but went straight to meet him.

But deep in his heart, which was riddled with holes, he already prayed.

'Please, please, Yuki-onna! '

'Please, kill him for me! '

'Exercise the contract, my life, no matter what the request is, I am willing! ! '

Such a difficult ability as virtualization is really not something he can solve now.

The katana touched Ruara's chest. In all these years, Obito had never thought of killing someone so much!

However, Huang's horizontal sword still slashed through without making any achievements.

"you lose."

"You can't protect anything!"

Obito laughed maniacally, mocking.

"I won't let you die easily."

"I want you to watch, watch carefully!"

"How did I break everything you protected into pieces!"

But at this moment, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and even the space showed signs of freezing.

A beautiful girl stood quietly behind Huang, her jade feet as white as snow did not reach the ground, three thousand silver threads hung down from her ankles like a waterfall, and there was falling snow all over her body.

"Icy."

She murmured softly.

In just an instant, this area was covered with silver. Not only the surface, the buildings, but also the whole space was shrouded in ice!

This area is like a snowy area!

Obito, who sensed something was wrong, immediately wanted to cut open the space and escape, but suddenly found that the space wall that was once as thin as paper was now like the hardest ice wall, unable to be broken no matter what.

The girl from the snowfield slowly raised her jade finger, and sharp ice edges condensed out of the air and attacked down. The momentum and power contained therein were many times more powerful than when Huang used force to borrow power!

At the same time, there was a cold, ethereal soliloquy:

"This is my domain."