The morning light is dim, and the vibrant sunshine shines gold on the ground through the obstacles of the heavy leaves. The young leaves among the flowers and plants are still stained with dewdrops from the night before, reflecting the brilliance of the sun.
In this inaccessible and vibrant primeval forest, a howl of Spirit Beast echoed through the trees from time to time, scaring the birds that were originally singing gracefully on the branches and immediately stopped their voices.
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"It's such a beautiful world!" Madara took a deep breath of air almost greedily. The moist smell of earth after the rain mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants was so refreshing that it made Madara, who had not seen flowers, plants and trees for two years, feel as if he had lived in another world.
In two years, Madara has undergone radical changes compared to when he first entered City of Slaughter.
The originally slightly thin body became strong and powerful, and could already completely support his bloody Battle Armor. His long, lion-like hair was hanging casually and had not been trimmed for so long, already reaching his waist. What remained unchanged was his unruly demeanor and sharp eyes like an eagle.
Compared to Madara before, he now feels like an ordinary ordinary person, which means that after being baptized by Divine Slaughter's Domain, he can already perfectly control every power of his own.
"Is this Star Dou Great Forest? It's better to go out and find out the situation first!" Madara raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the surrounding environment casually, thinking secretly in his heart.
Madara's first thought now is to leave here as soon as possible to understand the changes in the mainland in the past two years, and then go to the depths of Star Dou Great Forest to pick up Mumu, and then find Tang Hao and Tang San who are practicing hard in seclusion.
Now Madara really misses his well-behaved younger brother and his troublesome apprentice, and he can't wait to see them again.
With his many years of experience in Star Dou Great Forest, Madara easily found his way to the outside.
Along the way, the trees became gradually sparse and dwarfed, and more and more traces of human soul activity appeared, but there were still some places that were beyond Madara's expectations.
Madara was about to exit this Spirit Beast forest. At this time, he finally met a pair of patrolling Soul Master. They were wearing neat and uniform clothes and looked so familiar that Madara frowned slightly.
"Stop! Who are you to come out of the hunting ground designated by our Spirit Hall! Have you ever reported it?" The leader of the patrolling Soul Master team was very sharp-eyed when he saw Madara walking out of the forest, and immediately stopped in front of him with his men.
"Spirit Hall's hunting ground? I don't think I've heard of it before! Can you tell me where it is nearby?" Madara raised a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth when he heard this, and did not forget to ask the little-known team leader in front of him about the way.
"This is very close to our holy land Spirit City. It is the place where our Spirit Hall Soul Master Academy geniuses hunt for Soul Ring!" The team leader looked at Madara with a very strange contempt and said arrogantly, "I think you came here accidentally and did not collide with the geniuses who came to Soul Hunting today, so get out of here!"
"You want me to get out?" Madara was already angry at the arrogance of the squad leader in front of him, and pointed at his nose and asked.
"That's right! I'm talking about you. If you accidentally come here, you may want to attack the next generation. If the elders are in a bad mood, they can be killed without mercy!" The team leader put on a ferocious face and threatened Madara, who seemed to have no threat.
"Then what do you want to do?" Madara asked with interest as he looked at the clown-like team leader's funny performance in front of him with a half-smile but not a smile.
"That's it!" The team leader still didn't know how terrifying the person in front of him was. He deliberately coughed a few times and inadvertently tapped the money bag at his waist. It was obvious what he meant.
The team leader was used to being domineering with his Spirit Hall identity. Seeing that Madara didn't look like a high-ranking official, and even half of his Soul Power fluctuations didn't look like a top powerhouse, he continued to taunt without repentance.
As for whether someone will do justice to him because of his evil deeds, don't be kidding!
Soul Master like that would never get along with a rotten person like him, and Soul Master would never dare to provoke him.
This is the tyranny of the Spirit Hall. Even if it is a humble watchdog of your own, you cannot move it if you want!
However, at this moment, several carriages kicked up billows of dust and drove here. A middle-aged man in bishop's clothes got off the most ornate carriage. Seeing that the group of watchdogs were still there and did not rush over to wag their tails, his arrogant face gradually turned gloomy.
The bishop snorted coldly when he saw that the guard here was still sluggishly shouting. The breath that belonged to Soul Saint was released and instantly made the gangsters frightened. They angrily asked, "You are so brave! Why are you still standing there? Why don't you come to see me first!"
"Sir! I don't know that when you come, we sometimes greet you from a distance because this person breaks into forbidden areas and blocks our enforcement of the law!" The team leader was now unable to protect himself and couldn't care about Madara. He rolled over and ran over and confessed very flatteringly. At this time, he suddenly noticed Madara who had been watching the show behind him, and he pushed him out as a scapegoat.
"Oh? I want to see who dares to ignore the authority of our Spirit Hall!" The bishop pretended to say "Oh", his pair of inverted triangular eyes full of spicy, took the Four-Ring Soul Ancestor's money bag and walked down the donkey path.
Maybe he Seven-Ring Soul Sage and his status as a bishop don't lack this little bit Gold Soul Coin, but no one thinks it's too much money, right? What's more, he has just recently become a bishop, and all he wants is this face!
The bishop casually glanced at Madara and suddenly felt that something was wrong. After careful inspection, he finally recognized Madara's identity and was immediately frightened.
"Do you know me?" Madara walked up to the bishop step by step, patted his shoulder, and asked in an inexplicable tone.
"No, I don't know him!" At this time, the bishop was stiff and did not dare to move. The cold sweat gradually fell from his forehead, but he still stammered.
The bishop had already observed that the members of the patrol who were still laughing and playing just now, including the captain, fell to the ground silently with dull eyes, and the mark of Sharingan flashed across their eyes.
There is a saying that the more you know, the sooner you will die! Now that the bishop has just been promoted, he naturally understands this truth.
"Huh?" Madara raised his eyebrows slightly, very surprised by the bishop's performance, and glanced at him slightly dissatisfied.
"Recognize, recognize!" The originally arrogant bishop was as docile as a little sheep in front of Madara. Soul Saint's cultivation did not bring him the slightest sense of security. As if he heard Madara's dissatisfaction, he immediately changed his words with his years of ability to observe words and emotions.
"That's right!" A trace of satisfaction flashed across Madara's brows, revealing a childish expression.
"Give this to them and tell them that I Uchiha Madara is back!" Madara flipped his wrist and a Kunai with his logo engraved on it fell into the bishop's pocket, as if the devil's whisper was ringing in the bishop's ears.
"Ming, I understand!" The bishop's whole body was shaking like chaff, and even his tongue seemed to be knotted from just now, and he kept stammering in his answer.
"That's good, you can get out!" Madara's face was still so sunny, as if he had just done an insignificant thing, and he took the wallet from the bishop's hand that was still warm.
At this time, Madara also saw the group of talented kids from the Spirit Hall who were only seven or eight years old and had already come to Soul Hunting.
Should it be said that Spirit Hall is worthy of being the dominant force in the mainland? The imps who are about to become Soul Master, who can be called peerless geniuses in any small place, actually catch a lot of them here. It is no wonder that there is a Seven-Ring Soul Sage responsible for escorting them.
This group of ignorant brats, in their eyes, Madara, who had not touched him during the whole process, was not a heinous devil, so they all looked at Madara with curiosity and fear.
Madara, who happened to be passing by, looked at the group of brats surrounding him, casually grabbed a handful of Gold Soul Coin from his bulging money bag, and said with a bit of helplessness, "Take it and buy candies!"
About a quarter of an hour later, in Spirit City, which was very close to here, several streams of light rose into the sky and flew over here with a tyrannical momentum.
"Hmph! You actually let that guy run away?" Chrysanthemum Douluo glanced at the group of ignorant children who were snatching each other's candy Gold Soul Coin and looked at the direction Madara left with a cold snort. insertptererror();