I Began Selling Jars from Naruto World Chapter 697: : Joan of Arc’s Revengeful Flame

The battle between different systems is sometimes a matter of restraint.

The variety of skills in the jar can affect this restraint to some extent, like a space tear that has a killing effect on most classes.

Ninjutsu, however, does not come from a jar.

This is a power that is constantly fighting and gradually improving in a specific system. If the ninjas are given a period of time, some people may develop ninjutsu for the shadow land, but now, Orochimaru relies on this skill to stand in the invincible position.

At least until Xiao Nan thought of a way to catch him, Orochimaru was undefeated.

And he doesn't need to attack.

He just needs to defend and delay.

At the moment, the battlefield seems to be in a stalemate. The meteorites that gradually gather in the sky are still attracting everything, but they are helpless to the Orochimaru hiding in the shadow. Xiao Nan obviously did not directly pursue the past like Roger did. And the ability to distort space with fists and force it out.

It would be nice to know Raikage's ninjutsu.

Xiao Nan thought to himself.

However, there is no if.

However, there are always unexpected situations on the battlefield.

When even she herself thought that she might not be able to win, something burning like a flame suddenly rose up.

Everyone turns their heads at the same time.

Joan of Arc, who has been staying there all the time, seems to be covering her forehead unbearably at this moment, and a pale golden flame is burning little by little in her eyes, and it continues to rise.

"This is a great opportunity."

A voice came out of Joan of Arc's mouth, but the tone was completely different from that of Her Royal Highness, the gentle and strong saint. It was a tone of madness and excitement.

Everyone realizes something.

Gilgamesh had a happy smile on his face, as if he had seen some extremely interesting story.

"The rest of the personalities? This is really unexpected." Xian Wang said.

As if to confirm his words, Joan of Arc seems to be no longer able to suppress the desires and changes on the other side of her heart. Her armor is turning black little by little, and the flame of vengeance is turning into a hot chain binding on her.

In the end, she turned into a witch with gray-white hair and an unquenchable hatred burning in her eyes.

"I will accept the final reward without any hesitation!"

Joan of Arc said this, and a hot flame also rose within her line of sight, which instantly turned into a sea of ​​flames, placing Orochimaru in it, and the scream of pain sounded in an instant.

"What is this?" Orochimaru's voice became tragic because of the pain.

This flame actually penetrated the shadows, burning his soul with incredible power, and the remorse, madness, and unimaginable mental torture made him scream continuously.

If it hadn't been for Orochimaru, who had almost lost himself under the power of the evil god, and had already experienced it, at this time, he would have let despair engulf him and let his soul burn out in the fire.

"The Fire of Judgment."

Joan of Arc drew out the rapier at her waist, which was also burning with flames, and her posture looked like a flame witch reborn in flames.

The rapier is aimed at the wailing Orochimaru, with a happy and frantic expression.

"God said, you are guilty, turn to ashes in repentance."

The flames in both eyes blazed fiercely, as if there was an endless sea of ​​fire penetrating the space, penetrating the shadow, and entering the soul of Orochimaru.

In the midst of endless pain, he began to remember, to remember what he had done, to feel guilty, to regret.

What did he do?

Betraying the village, killing the villagers, plundering the bodies of others, and even planning to murder their own teachers...

"Bastard—!" Orochimaru's soul trembled violently, "I am an immortal lich, an immortal undead, you are actually playing with the power of the soul in front of me?"

He has discovered that the flame is not propagated through space, but through observation.

When he observes the flames in the other's eyes, the seeds of the flames will ignite his own remorse and burn his soul.

"Nice struggle."

The smile on Joan of Arc's face was even brighter. If it weren't for the flames in her eyes, it was like a simple smile like a girl who saw her best friend. However, such a smile at this moment will only make people more creepy.

"Roar in the true darkness of hell! You will feel my pain, my resentment! This is vengeance to destroy everything!"

At this moment, Joan of Arc's body seems to have crossed the dimension, across the void, and the posture of holding the rapier penetrated Orochimaru's soul in a twisted way. The obstruction of shadows has no meaning.

Orochimaru's screams came to an abrupt end.

This last flame is the blasphemous flame that Joan of Arc abandoned her faith and distorted herself. No soul can bear the momentary pain.

The badge, slowly emerging from the shadows.

Xiao Nan clenched his fists.

Even if there is no direct attack, just looking at each other, there is a burning sensation from the soul.

There is no doubt that this saint's profession, or strength, has a special attack effect on the soul.

Orochimaru tragically once again encounters a profession that restrains him.

But...

She may not be the opponent's opponent now.

"The Holy Maiden."

Joan of Arc turned her head, and there was some kind of abnormal red tide on her white face, which seemed to be the aftertaste of aftertaste, and even the flames burning in her eyes seemed to have weakened a lot.

"Evil Spirit Saint?" Xiao Nan repeated this sentence.

"The saint of justice, the saint of mercy, the saint of tenderness will one day realize the powerlessness of justice, so she ignites the hatred in her heart, degenerates into an evil spirit, and uses the flame of **** to give the villain the last repentance, and at the same time satisfy his desire for revenge." Joan seemed to be explaining her profession.

Xiao Nan narrowed his eyes.

Looks...not as crazy as before.

So it is.

Did she get rid of Orochimaru and satisfy her desire?

"If you are satisfied ~IndoMTL.com~, is that to make the saint of justice reappear?" Xiaonan asked.

"Of course—" Joan's face smiled happily again, "No!"

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"How can the flame of revenge be extinguished!?" Joan of Arc opened her hands and shouted with laughter as if declaring, "I can no longer be trusted, I will no longer be betrayed, and I can no longer listen. Since the voice of the Lord cannot be heard, it means that everything in the world has been abandoned, so burn it! Burn everything! Unless you burn yourself out, the flame of revenge will never be extinguished!”

The pale-golden flames in both eyes burst into flames again.

It's even hotter than before.

Once hatred is ignited, it cannot be eliminated with revenge. Killing is like a gust of wind that rolls toward flames. After being suppressed for a short time, it will burn even hotter.

Joan of Arc entered a state of vengeance, unable to recover by herself.