After leaving the house, Madara wandered aimlessly on the streets of City of Slaughter, and soon attracted a few looks that were obviously malicious.
This is City of Slaughter, and the most important thing is the villain!
Madara ignored the small tails following behind him and walked straight towards Hell Slaughter Arena along the street.
Soon he stopped in front of a two-story building full of dark style. It was adjacent to Hell Slaughter Arena and was connected in all directions. It was very convenient for Madara to go to Hell Slaughter Arena every day to participate in life and death fights.
To be able to own a house in this location, the strength of its owner cannot be underestimated, otherwise he would have been devoured by those villains, including the skin and bones!
As for how Madara obtained such a property in City of Slaughter, all he had to do was rush in and kill the original owner with his own strength! This is the law of the jungle, and weakness is the greatest original sin.
Madara glanced sideways behind him and found that when he came to the door of this house, the few tails following him were actually lingering in the distance and did not dare to come over.
Madara ignored them and kicked the entire door violently out. The loud noise soon woke up the owner of the house.
"Bastard, I'll give you a chance. Kneel down and fix the door for me immediately. I just woke up and I don't want to kill anyone now!" A man with a figure as slender as a bamboo pole walked out with a yawn and looked at Madara sleepily.
"Really?" Madara opened his mouth and smiled, revealing his neat White Fang. A massive amount of murderous intent and blood surged out of his seemingly thin body, causing the originally fearless bamboo pole man to stand there with a stiff face.
Huge roars and killing roars echoed in the two-story building, but soon disappeared. The other little tails who followed looked at each other, annoyed that they were so unlucky to meet a fool who died in vain, and finally chose to leave.
But what they didn't expect was that the person who died was not Madara, whom they regarded as prey, but the bamboo pole man they had always feared.
Madara looked at the bamboo pole man who was lying on the ground covered in blood and dying and could die at any time. He spat out bloody spit with disdain. "A Soul Saint is so weak! It is indeed Evil Soul Masters who was promoted through those crooked ways!"
As for whose blood this is? Of course it was accidentally splashed out from the frighteningly dense wound on the bamboo pole man's body.
Madara soon spent a while throwing the body out and cleaning up the blood and battle-damaged furniture. The house then changed its entrance hall and became the property of Uchiha.
All kinds of decorative art and luxurious furniture originally placed in the room were all cleaned up by Madara as rubbish.
In Uchiha Madara's view, this physical enjoyment will only wear down the will of the strong, and it will not have any effect on Madara's path to becoming stronger.
Now there is only a simple bed, a cupboard and a dining table left in the room, which suddenly feels a lot empty and even makes people feel a little shabby.
After a busy day, Madara finally arrived at City of Slaughter night. Although there was basically no change in the sky here during the day and night, it was always so scarlet.
Madara untied his scythe and War Fan and placed them beside the bed. The ninja bag was still on his legs in case of emergencies, and he slept with his clothes on.
Madara quickly fell into sleep, but he did not notice that the strange beads given by Wang Yuyue, which he had stored in his ninja bag, began to flicker in bright and dark colors.
Madara suddenly felt a cold chill in his chest, and subconsciously rolled to the side, and a long blue-purple claw stabbed hard at the place where Madara was just now.
"What's going on? Who are you?" Madara stared solemnly at the weird black and purple figure opposite him who looked like Black Water Clone from the Ye Yu he met before, and pulled out his huge claws from the ground.
"Asura God, descendant... kill!" The black figure seemed to be mentally unstable and just kept chanting these words from his mouth with a sharp voice like fingernails scraping glass.
"Why do you want to kill me?" Madara sneered, obviously disdainful of this unknown thing.
In addition, does this seem to be my own spiritual world?
Madara took the opportunity to glance at the spiritual lake that was swaying slightly with the tip of his toe, and a huge blood moon hanging in the blood-stained sky, and the gloom in his eyes became a little deeper again.
He actually found his way into the spiritual world, which made Madara very annoyed!
"Kill! Asura God! Successor!" The weird figure dragged its huge claws and roared wildly, then put his hands on the ground and ran quickly like a beast, rushing towards Madara.
"Get out!" Madara was in a bad mood. With a wave of his hand, he set off a wild wave and instantly flew this strange figure away.
However, what surprised Madara was that the black-purple liquid-like figure actually transformed into his appearance after a wave of fluctuations. He slowly stood up and gently stretched out his hand. The dark purple light flowed, and the sickle and War Fan were also constructed easily by him.
"Is this a spirit?" A look of solemnity appeared in Madara's eyes, but he reached forward and gently grasped it, and his own sickle and War Fan also appeared out of thin air.
After all, this is Madara's spiritual world. It makes no sense that Madara himself can't do what the other party can do!
The opponent roared and rushed forward, trying to repeat his same trick, but Madara came forward with a scythe and War Fan without showing any signs of weakness.
After a few rounds, the strange figure that turned into Madara was cut into pieces, and then the liquid that composed it squirmed and returned to its original state, and continued to fight Madara with renewed vigor and vigor.
"Infinite Resurrection, this is Rakshasa God's god damn puppet. Kid, where did you provoke this thing?" A flash of light flashed on the lake, and the illusive Kelder appeared. He looked at the two warring parties in surprise. When he saw the figure composed of black and purple liquid, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted in surprise.
"Now is not the time to talk about this! How can I solve it?" Madara once again relied on his rich combat experience to cut the impostor in front of him into two parts. Taking advantage of the gap between the two parts of the body to be repaired, he shouted without looking back.
After the battle just now, Madara gradually discovered a problem, that is, the ghost thing in front of him was slowly imitating and learning from him. What was originally just a beast-like attack now gradually has its own rules. Even the expression on his face became more and more agile, but he always looked at Madara greedily with a weird and scary smile.
"This thing is a bunch of evil mental power. It cannot be eradicated unless it is completely polished! Think of a way on your own!" Kelder wanted to help, but found that he was just a virtual one. Shadow Clone's attack also passed through the weird figure and had no effect at all, so he immediately raised Dianban.
Grind a ball of spiritual power? Then the best way is this!
Madara was facing increasing pressure, but he always suppressed the strange figure. With a sharp look in his eyes, the sickle in his hand and the afterimage of War Fan waved out, instantly cut it into black pieces of different sizes.
That's it now!
Madara's mental body's eyes slowly closed, and the blood moon behind him became more and more scarlet, as if the blood color in the entire sky was just its reflection. A pattern of Mangekyo slowly emerged and turned into a huge Sharingan hanging high in the sky.
Then let me completely destroy you!