Uchiha Madara pushes the heavens

Chapter 116 Waiting for You to Join the Battle

On the dilapidated bluestone road, Madara stopped again.

Because, the bluestone road ahead was cut off, and a terrifying abyss filled with chaotic energy traversed the bluestone road.

The chaotic atmosphere is overwhelming, and the sky-reaching waterfall composed of strands of chaotic threads hangs down from the sky and falls into the bottomless abyss.

This scene is amazing, every strand of chaos is extremely thick, like a giant dragon.

The aura they exude is extremely heavy, and a single swipe can crush the world.

Madara's heart was a little shocked, these terrible chaotic qi cannot be contaminated by a small spiritual body.

Maybe, if he just slightly touches these mountain-heavy breaths, his body will be wiped out inch by inch.

Madara turned the Sharingan to the extreme, looking into the abyss of chaos.

Wherever the eye enters, there is chaos, and endless chaos fills Madara's entire vision.

If it is an ordinary person, if there is always an unchanging scene in his eyes, he will be tired.However, Madara is not an ordinary person, and his Sharingan is even more powerful than the Sharingan in the ninja world, so naturally he will not feel tired.

He looked and searched tirelessly, trying to find useful information in the endless chaos.

After a long time, Madara's Sharingan couldn't hold it anymore, and it was covered with bloodshot eyes.

Without saying a word, he continued his search with a calm expression.

Suddenly, his black and red pupils shrank suddenly.

In the sea-like chaos, there was finally something else.

Madara narrowed his eyes, and then he could see a little more clearly.

That turned out to be a cut off!
Looking at its appearance, it is exactly the same as the bluestone road at Banjiao.

When we got here, the bluestone road was already dark and dilapidated, and the bluestone slabs on the road had already turned into dust.

At this moment, Madara was standing on a thin layer of dust.

Although the road has been dilapidated, it is still indestructible. Even if Madara tries his best, he can't pry a speck of dust off the road.

Probably, only those chaotic qi that can overwhelm the world can cut off the ancient road.

Just when Madara sighed in his heart, his heart to become stronger became extremely strong.

On the broken road in the chaotic abyss, five figures suddenly appeared.

Among them was a man in white with his hands behind his back, his aura was like that of a banished immortal, and terrifying ripples of the Great Dao continued to emanate from his body.

Above his head, there is a quaint three-legged round-eared tripod floating, with mysterious Dao rhyme and natural composition, and countless scenes of flowers, birds, fish and insects are engraved on the tripod wall.

Beside him, there is also a peerless woman in white clothes, she is independent from the world, her temperament is dusty, like the female fairy above the nine heavens, but Madara can't see her face clearly, it is hazy and covered up.

On the other side of the female fairy is a heroic and majestic man, his body is filled with chaos, and there are scenes in his eyes of stars rising and falling, and the universe collapsing.

For some reason, Madara's gaze suddenly drew closer, as if he was here, standing side by side with these strong men.

Madara's gaze couldn't help turning to the back of that stalwart man, because there were layers of prayers coming from there from time to time.

This mighty man seems to have sheltered the world, and countless creatures regard it as their belief and sing praises of his achievements.

The fourth figure is a middle-aged man in a purple robe. He walks like a dragon and a tiger, opening and closing, and has an aura of domineering and domineering.

In his purple eyes, there are pieces of galaxy flowing, and the infinite purple radiance shines out from it, illuminating the past and present.

The last person was dressed as a Taoist priest. Contrary to the previous ones, he looked extremely ordinary.

The Taoist robe on his body was tattered, with patches in several places, coupled with the vicissitudes of white hair on his head and the wrinkled skin on his face, he looked like an old fortune-teller living on the street.

However, he didn't show any signs of inferiority and restraint. Instead, he was smiling and playing with an extremely ordinary ancient mirror in his hand.

When Madara's gaze fell on the ancient mirror, he felt his world spinning for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already come to a familiar place.

In front of him, a gigantic Wooden Buddha, clasped his hands together, carrying thousands of wooden arms, was walking towards Madara extremely fast, and the whole ground was shaking violently.

There is still a tall wooden man standing above the head of the Mutun Buddha, but the tall wooden man is like an ant in front of the Thousand-Handed Buddha.

On top of the wooden man's head is Madara's most familiar figure. He also clasped his hands together, with slender eye shadows on his face, and a murderous look in his eyes.

"I'm fucked! Madara!" (Yikesearch, Madara!)
Madara was a little surprised, wasn't he on the bluestone road just now?

He just glanced at the ancient mirror, why did he return to the battle with Zhujian in the Valley of the End?
The sudden intrusion made Madara a little overwhelmed, so he didn't respond to Hashirama's shout.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the arena was a little weird, Zhu Jian's face showed a little embarrassment, and the murderous look in his eyes dissipated a lot. If it weren't for the battle of life and death, he might squat there again and shut himself up.

Suddenly, the screen changed again, and Madara entered a huge Susanoo again. This time, the opponent was replaced by a strange man and a group of people standing behind him.

The picture didn't last too long, only a few breaths.Madara only faintly heard a yell.

"Indra."

Then, Madara's eyes flickered, and the scene returned to the bluestone broken road in the chaotic abyss again.

The downcast old Taoist priest had already turned over the ancient mirror in his hand and left Madara's sight.

And, with a slight smile on his face, he looked at Madara meaningfully.

Madara was stunned for a while, these people were truly invincible in heaven and earth, many times stronger than him, and the ancient mirror he played with casually in his hand could instantly pull him into the long past, as if he had gone through a reincarnation.

The other four also looked at Madara with smiles on their faces, and nodded slightly towards him.

"The ancient road has been noticed, and it may be in danger of being corroded." Zipao said in a majestic voice.

"It's better to cut it off." The strong man in white with a big tripod hanging on his head said.

After deliberation, the rest of the powerhouses nodded in agreement.

The majestic and heroic man stood up, his whole body filled with chaotic energy, and behind him was a big chaotic clock that was ups and downs.

With a wave of his hand, a terrifying chaotic clock wave swept out, directly shaking a section of the bluestone road into powder, which was blown away by the wind.

Afterwards, the Chaos Clock Wave turned into a giant bell hidden in the sky, and strands of Chaos Threads hung down from it, turning into a Chaos Abyss.

Separate the two fractures.

"If there are latecomers, they need to reach our level before they can pass through the chaos and continue on the road." Wei'an said leisurely.

The other strong men nodded.

They didn't say any more, turned around and left, continuing to walk along the Qingshi Road to the distance.

Madara silently watched their figures drift away until they disappeared into the sky.

Suddenly, in the void, there was a faint voice.

"Latecomers, wait for you to join the battle!"

Madara's blood boiled in an instant. Is this the truly invincible powerhouse in the past, present, and future?He wants to catch up and go to participate in their battle, no matter good or evil, he just wants to have a good fight with the real strong.

(End of this chapter)