Xiaoshu started, and a cool air flowed into his body along his spotted arms, and then into his limbs and bones.

In an instant, Banyan's body and mind became ethereal, and the woody transformation in his body stagnated in vain and tended to fade, even the hardship and pain brought about by the woody transformation was much lessened.

The next moment, the ancient and vicissitudes of life came to my face, mottled, and the breath of time permeated the air.

Madara's body shook, and the spirit and body suddenly broke away. He felt his spiritual god become as light as nothing, and he couldn't help but float to the sky.

Ban looked at the soles of his feet in shock. His body was there, and he was holding on to the crystal clear little sycamore tree.

"Dead?"

Madara subconsciously thought that he had died again because he had experienced this kind of experience.

When he pulled out the tube connecting the heretic golem, his old body was exhausted in an instant.

Then, his soul rose into the sky and could look down at his true body. Then, his soul rose higher and higher until he went to a world belonging to the dead.

Isn’t the current situation exactly the same as what he has experienced before?

"What the hell is it? How could I die in a flash under the power of rules here?" Madara was very confused. With his strength, who could kill him in the spiritual body realm in an instant?

However, Madara was not panicked, and even death was not terrible to him.

Suddenly, an abnormality appeared in the void ahead of him.

A vague path appeared and gradually extended towards him.

Madara looked at this scene calmly, and his spiritual god opened his Sharingan, secretly guarding against this sudden change.

The path is very simple, with nothing else, only a layer of lonely bluestone slabs.

It flashes and disappears, and is gradually becoming solid from a vague state.

Finally, this path that suddenly appeared was truly fixed and no longer had a flashing feeling.

The beginning of the path spreads to the soles of the sapphire's feet, but the end extends into nothingness, mysterious and weird.

A contemplative look appeared in Banyan's eyes.

“Is this what I meant to get on the road?”

After pondering for a while, Madara decided to follow the path and see who was leading it all behind him. He raised one foot and landed on the bluestone slab.

"clatter!"

The crisp sound of landing proves that this bluestone road is not an illusion of nothingness, but a real thing.

"Interestingly, there is a bluestone road to guide the dead in this world?" Ban smiled slightly and began to take steps.

As his footsteps fell, the bluestone road he walked disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never existed.

Madara sensed this phenomenon, and he thought about it and did not stop because the retreat disappeared.

He gradually drifted away, and the body behind him was no longer visible.

When Madara looked back, there was only nothing.

He knew that there was no way out and could only continue to move forward.

The bluestone road seems to be desolate for endless years, and the road ahead gradually becomes mottled. The originally intact and bright bluestone slabs have become bumpy and full of holes, with traces of corrosion by time.

Not only that, some traces of artificial destruction are also spread throughout the road.

The swords and spears left the most marks, and occasionally there were deep marks left by fists and palms. The most terrifying thing was a finger mark that almost broke the bluestone road in the waist.

Moreover, the further forward, the more broken the bluestone road is, and there are more and more collapses.

Ban walked forward silently and took all these scenes into his eyes.

Not long after, the boring move forward finally changed, and a fork in the road appeared not far ahead.

Madara stopped for the first time.

Because, he saw a figure on the fork in the road.

He seemed to be led by the bluestone road and came from the infinite void.

It was a white figure with his back facing him.

The man was carrying a rusty ancient sword and was walking calmly on the bluestone road.

Madara looked at him from afar, and felt in his heart that this person did not belong to the world he is in.

Whether it is clothing or headdressing, the other party has no similarity to his style of reborn in the world.

The bronze hairpin worn by the man was extremely ancient in style, as if it belonged to the distant ancient times.

Suddenly, the white figure stopped, and the pupils shrank slightly when they saw this scene. Did the other party notice his peeping?

Madara's face became solemn. He couldn't see through the figure's strength at all. Moreover, he had an absurd illusion, so absurd that even Madara himself couldn't believe it.

The illusion was that this white figure carrying an ancient sword was stronger than the phoenix in its heyday.

How powerful is the phoenix in its heyday? It is surrounded by nine magical powers and can fight life and death with the mastermind behind it. It can hit the nine heavens above and steam the yellow spring below. When you spread your wings gently, all worlds will shake.

The next second, the figure in Baiyi turned his head and a young man appeared in Ban's eyes.

He looked very young, as if he was in a weak position. However, the vicissitudes of the other person's eyes and the aura of time settled in his temperament made Madara know that this man's age must have started for thousands of years.

The man's eyes were straight at Madara. He frowned first, then thoughtful, and finally, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Madara was confused. He was guarding against the other party's attack. As a result, the figure of the man carrying the ancient sword suddenly disappeared, as if a rag had wiped him off. Everything just now was like an illusion.

Madara stood there, not moving for a long time. He pondered for a long time before he set off again.

Not long after, he met the fork in the road again, and a figure came from the ancient road there.

The other party also discovered Madara at the first time and then looked at Madara. But immediately, his figure disappeared like the man in white carrying an ancient sword.

Afterwards, Ban met dozens of forks of roads one after another. Among these forks, not only human figures appeared, but also various ferocious beasts.

Several of the ancient roads even had a trembling war. The breath made Ban's soul tremble. He could feel that the gap between the two was like a galaxy and a gravel.

"What is the origin of these people? Why are they so strong? Did those figures before have been creatures of the same level as them?"

At this moment, Madara had a series of questions in his mind.

Speaking of which, he was also attracted by the Bluestone Road, but his strength is not as strong as one of the billions of these figures.

"What is the use of this bluestone road? What is the purpose of attracting powerful creatures? Are you going to a certain place to join the war?" There were countless thoughts in Ban's mind.

Madara couldn't help looking back, there was still nothing behind him, so he could only continue to move forward helplessly.

If this ancient road really leads the strong to join the war, then what is he? Go with spiritual body cultivation?

If he is given enough time, he will not be less confident than the creatures he sees along the way.

However, the ancient road seemed to have arrived early, and he had not yet grown into a earth-shaking powerhouse.

After a long time, Madara's eyes became calm again.
Chapter completed!