Mute carefully carried Naruto Uzumaki, Tsunade and Jirai also looked solemn, Kakashi covered his eyes, hot blood dripped down his fingers, but he was suddenly thrown to the ground like a snake and scorpion, but it was Don't dare to get blood on your body anymore.

The sticky, faceless, blood-colored monster turned into a human, and, from the apostle's dialogue, it seemed that words like "resurrection" were mentioned...

Thriller, heart palpitations, and terrifying sensations drifted along with the viscous **** smell, and the blood in the field of vision suddenly became more than ten times thicker. The blood vessels under the skin tissue became thick and bulging, as if they would burst and explode at any time.

Especially in Kakashi's bleeding eye socket, the stinging pain like bone erosion seemed to be in the depths of the eye hole. There was a wave of hot blood-colored water hitting the eye bone, eager to pierce the hole and spurt out.

The sutured scar on Jiraiya's chest was also a dense bulge at a speed visible to the naked eye, dark red and purple, like a ferocious centipede struggling to break out.

"Tsk tsk tsk... The fragrance of blood is really intoxicating, I haven't tasted it for a long time."

Dalaran's lips turned a gloomy red, and the corners of the red and purple lips were wide open to reveal the white teeth. He sniffed hard, his eyes fixed on Kakashi greedily, and dripping on the ground along his fingers. Blood is obviously a shameful waste. "I smell it. The temperature of blood in your body is just right for tasting."

Kakashi's heart palpitated in horror. He felt the endless maliciousness coming towards his face. Another rounded eye saw Dalaran's arm raised horizontally, the evil red light flowing, and countless blood vessels emerged from the whole arm. The thorns pierced through the skin and turned into a surging tide of blood, as if the ghosts and claws were screaming and shrouded Kakashi.

"Toad mouth restraint technique!"

Jiraiya grabbed Kakashi and dragged it behind him, his hands quickly formed a seal, the surrounding air suddenly deformed strangely, and some kind of wet and greasy flesh membrane emerged from the air, like the intestines of some animal. With the rapid squeezing of the air, the sour and pungent rotten smell washed away the **** smell.

"Withdraw!"

A few leaps and flickers under his feet, the "intestinal stomach wall" behind him quickly closed, wrapping both the apostle and Orochimaru inside, the peristaltic porcelain meat wall tumbling, filling the cramped space, moving towards the apostle and others. People run over.

"Can you trap those monsters?"

Staring at the ugly wall of flesh that suddenly appeared tens of meters long, Kakashi gritted his teeth and asked.

"The apostle's methods are too weird, and we have too little information. Let's withdraw first!" Zilai also glanced at the squirming and squeezing flesh wall, which was the Miaomushan Yansu toad he summoned through spiritualism. The lining of the intestines and stomach, usually the enemy trapped in it, will be corroded and digested by the acid.

"Quickly withdraw!"

Jiraiya picked up Naruto Uzumaki, pulled his legs, and headed for the woods in the distance.

There was a violent collision sound from the flesh wall behind him, the ugly flesh wall was shaking exaggeratedly, the stench of pus splashed on the ground, and the overwhelmed tree was corroded and turned into a pool of green water.

Tsunade, Kakashi, mute and face changed at the same time, hurriedly followed Jirai and quickly fled towards the woods...

chi chi chi chi...

Countless scarlet tentacles pierced into the sticky flesh wall in the splash of blood, and immediately created dense holes, which were then corroded by the blasted acid and turned into sour black water, which flowed down the thick stomach wall, and the ground fell. It also turned into a wriggling flesh wall, and the ugly sarcoma rolled over the soles of the apostles.

Orochimaru held the grass pheasant sword in his hand, and slashed at the tumbling sarcoid under his feet. A pair of eyes were cruising around the body of the apostle. The more they came into contact with him, the more mysterious the apostle became. Over and over, he refreshed his cognition.

Now he suddenly "resurrected" another strange apostle, and, using a method he had never seen before, Orochimaru's heart was shocked.

"There is no chakra fluctuation, atomization, mirrors, blood, rust-like bugs, and this kind of weird resurrection..." Orochimaru's pair of eyes narrowed into slits, and the golden snake eyes seemed to contain extremely complex mood.

Dread, curiosity, desire... Orochimaru rubbed a ring on his finger, and a very dangerous thought could not be suppressed in his mind.

"Dalaran, your dessert is going to escape!"

The gelatinous boot sole was covered by the sarcoma, and the touch from the sole of the foot made Gana frown. His fingertips gently crushed an eyeball, and the broken lens dust floated in the air and turned into a transparent surface. The mirror, Gana stepped into it, and the body disappeared into the flesh wall immediately.

Outside.

The mirror appeared, Gana's body walked out of the mirror, and the white eyes with blue veins passed through the dense forest. He looked at the Konoha group who had fled, and pouted his mouth in boredom, and did not intend to pursue further. .

Obviously, the eyes of the rest of Konoha are not able to attract Gana's interest. .

Boom!

The black mist condensed into a ferocious sickle, and a steel-like cold luster appeared on the sickle. At the moment when the sickle slashed down, the terrifying strength penetrated the air to form a finely cracked black awn, and the thick meat wall was torn apart instantly. Open a deep ravine, only a thin flesh membrane remains, and then it is swallowed by the influx of black mist, and the endless rust worms frantically bite and corrode the flesh membrane.

Smog tore the rotten flesh membrane with both hands and stepped out from the inside. Orochimaru followed behind without effort, turning around and looking at Dalaran.

There is no trace of Dalaran behind him, only a twisted ripple, like a blood-colored vortex, there is still a greedy and gloomy banter in the air, as if it has echoed through the woods into the distance: "I Dalaran. As long as there is still a drop of blood flowing in the body of the prey he likes, he will never try to escape..."

step, step, step...

The figure jumping on the top of the tree dashed, as if no one was chasing after him, Jiraiya and the others relaxed a little, and suddenly he smelled a cold **** smell seeping into his nose.

"Where are you escaping? Your eyes are on me, don't you want to take it back?" A gloomy voice echoed behind him, and Zilai and the others suddenly changed their expressions.

Kakashi's face was even paler. He felt that the voice not only floated from behind, but more like it sounded directly in his mind, causing cold goose bumps on his neck, as if there was an invisible line. The ghost shadow hangs heavily around his neck.