night.

Aizen led Kana to walk in the forest with her relaxed and comfortable, like an outing.

Kana looked at the adult's back with admiration and admiration. She walked all the way from the Kingdom of Grass, and finally saw the power of Lord Aizen.

They just walked like this, but no one could see them and hear them, that is, they had no bad intentions, otherwise they would not be discovered no matter what bad things they did.

While Kana was feeling this way, Aizen also pondered, "Although I want to train them, my understanding of the Uzumaki clan is limited to sealing techniques. If I really want to train it, it would be better to find a few special teachers for them!"

Well, this is definitely not because he wants to be lazy.

"By the way, use their identities to find a few subordinates for me."

He valued Chana and her daughter, so it was not only because of Kana's potential, but also because of their orphans of the Uzumaki clan, and they were also valuable.

In this quiet atmosphere, Chana found that Lord Aizen suddenly stopped.

She looked up at the front, and what caught her eye was a dilapidated ancestral hall.

Where is this... Although he was confused, Chana was so smart that he didn't ask much.

"Finally arrived!" Aizen chuckled, "Kana, please wait for me outside!"

"Yes!" Kana naturally would not refuse, and turned around to observe the movements around her.

When you walk into the ancestral hall, everything is as old as the mask he took away from the wall.

"There are 26 masks left. I don't know, how many people can recover their minds under my call?"

The last time he came to the ancestral hall of the Yumura clan, he had this idea. It was because his strength and timing were wrong at that time, so he delayed it to the present.

Aizen raised her right hand, and 26 masks floated into the air, lined up around him, and behind the mask, one by one, the shadows of the god of death appeared.

"Explanation!" Aizen shouted softly, and a faint green fluorescence appeared on the surface of the mask.

What he is doing now is somewhat similar to the last time.

However, this time, it is not to release the souls devoured by these death masks, but to liberate themselves!

These death masks seemed to have sensed the crisis, and the death shadow behind them howled and roared, but they could not take the initiative to recover, and could only wail under Aizen's manipulation.

When he heard the gust of the storm of the ancestral hall, Kana couldn't help but tremble.

"What is Lord Aizen doing?" Although she was frightened, she still held back and didn't look back.

Finally, the ancestral hall returned to peace.

"Yes, there are four masks that retain some souls!" Aizen nodded slightly and said.

Twenty-two masks were completely broken, and the god of death, who was placed in the mask, also lost his spirituality.

The other four death masks merged with the shadow of death behind them.

The mask of entity is worn on the illusory God of Death's face, as if it has completed the interweaving of reality and illusion.

After a long time, a sigh that seemed to come from the ancient god of death on his left.

"Where is this?"

The voice was very stagnant, as if the owner of the voice had forgotten how to speak.

After this voice, it seemed as if it had a chain reaction, and the other three gods of death slowly opened their eyes.

The eyes under their masks did not have pupils, but were constantly rotating and rotating gray vortexes, which looked a little terrifying.

However, Aizen would not be scared by them.

"Welcome back, everyone from the Vortex Clan!"

The vortex clan...these four words seemed to have turned on some kind of switch. The four people in the dull state suddenly woke up, and even the gray vortex under the mask became much more agile.

"My name seems to be a whirlpool night!"

"Verry Night? The senior who created the entire corpse ghost in the legend?"

"Who are you?"

"My name is Shinichi Uzumaki, haha, he's just an ordinary person with little fame."

"Humanika Shinichi? Isn't this the senior who sacrificed himself as the God of Death in the genealogy to protect his tribe?"

"Hey? I've become a senior too?"

After some conversation, the four people exchanged identities.

Uzumaki Masaki, the youngest of the four.

Yuzuru Qianxue, the only woman among the four, died for more than a hundred years with Zhenghui as a comparison.

Uzumaki Shinichi died for more than two hundred years with Masaki as a comparison.

In the whirlpool night, I died for more than 600 years.

"So, how long has Brother Zhenghui been dead?"

"Senior Shinichi, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to call me brother?"

"What do you mean? We are more than ten generations apart. We can't call you a lot of great grandson, right?"

"That's right, I was only 18 when I died! I don't want to be your grandma for no reason!"

"Ah... Senior Qianxue, your voice doesn't sound like 18!"

"Ahem, don't let outsiders make jokes." Heiye interrupted the conversation of several people, and then looked at the man standing quietly in front of him, "You brought us back?"

The three of them respected the predecessors who created the forbidden technique of sealing the entire corpse ghost, so they naturally looked at Aizen as if they were good.

"It's obvious." Aizen laughed softly.

"Why? We no longer belong to this world!" Dark night sighed.

He was not grateful for the other party's awakening them. On the one hand, it was out of the idea that the dead should not interfere in the world. On the other hand, they sacrificed themselves as the god of death in order to increase the foundation for the vortex clan's resistance to foreign enemies.

Now that he has been "resurrected", hasn't it weakened the power of the Vortex Clan?

"Is that so? That's a pity." Aizen shook her head, "I thought that everyone who sacrificed their lives for the Uzumaki clan would be willing to contribute to the revival of the Uzumaki clan even after death!"

"Revival?" The soul light in the eyes of the night sky skyrocketed, "What do you mean?"

"Simply put, the Uzumaki clan was exterminated!" Ainon smiled and pushed his glasses, "It's been many years since I said!"

When everyone heard this, they were excited.

"No, this is absolutely impossible!"

"You must be lying to us, right?"

"I will never believe it!"

In a rage, the four of them vented their soul power wantonly.

They can be the god of death and always retain a trace of their minds over the long years. Their souls are naturally very powerful. The explosion of the four people makes the soul pressure look like a substance, making the entire ancestral hall tremble.

In this regard, Aizen just released her spiritual pressure.

Although only one soul-dividing parting is the one that occupies this body, for Soseki, who has received the gift from the witch and whose soul is already extremely powerful, just a part of the soul is enough to suppress them.

Of course, this is also because the four of them have no physical bodies and their simple soul power is like rootless duckweed.
Chapter completed!