Chapter 74 Menma: What Gives You the Courage to Attack Me (Please

Chapter 74 Menma: What gives you the courage to attack me (first order 1w1w))

"This..."

Kurama Murakumo looked around in shock.

He didn't see any trace of anyone performing ninjutsu.

The flame seemed to have suddenly burned for no reason.

"Yakumo, has it fully awakened?"

Kurama Murakumo immediately reacted and realized that this was the blood limit ability of "transforming illusion into reality" in the family classics.

"Did Yakumo do this?"

Yakumo's mother looked incredulous: "Does she want to kill us? Why is this happening!"

Although Yakumo is sensitive, she has a gentle personality. She can't do such a thing!

"Yakumo, what are you doing? Wake up!"

Kurama Murakumo called out with a serious look in his eyes, but it didn't work at all.

He stretched out his arm and was about to touch Yakumo.

But he only heard a cold laugh from Kurama Yakumo, and the next moment, the world was spinning in front of him.

"What, what is this place?!"

After opening his eyes again, Kurama Murakumo saw the scene in front of him, and his hair stood on end, and his body tensed up.

In front of him was an endless distorted space, and paintings with strange styles were floating in the air.

And under his feet, there was only a platform where he could barely stand, and the rest was bottomless darkness.

"Did Yakumo pull me into the illusion?"

Seeing this, Kurama Murakumo immediately formed seals with both hands, trying to interrupt the circulation of his own chakra, so as to escape from the illusion.

"Release."

Everything in front of him remained unchanged, and Murakumo's face suddenly froze.

"Release! Release!"

Looking at her husband who was constantly performing the seal, Yakumo's mother was also sweating profusely.

She raised her head and looked around, but saw only a dead silence.

But when she looked up at the sky, she saw several stone slabs floating above her head.

Kurama Yakumo was on one of the stone slabs, gently drawing on a drawing board.

"Yakumo!"

Yakumo's mother called her loudly.

But Kurama Yakumo didn't even look at her, his eyes were dazed, his expression was full of resentment, and his facial features became distorted.

"Yakumo, accept me! I will make you a ninja and have extremely powerful power!"

The voice in his head appeared again, and his words were full of bewitching.

Yakumo's breathing paused slightly, and she looked down with a pale face, looking at her parents.

"They are not your parents."

The voice spoke again, with a tone full of sarcasm: "Your parents have high hopes for you, how could they stop you from becoming a ninja?"

After the voice fell, the familiar parents in Yakumo's eyes seemed to have suddenly changed.

They turned into two ugly monsters, spewing all kinds of vicious words.

"Kurama Yakumo, you disappoint us so much! You don't deserve to bear the Kurama surname!"

"Kurama Yakumo, you, a waste, destroyed the last hope of our family's rise! You are the sinner of the family!"

Kurama Yakumo...

Kurama Yakumo...

Why, why do you stop me, why are you disappointed in me?

I am obviously a genius, mom and dad, didn't you say I was a genius?

Am I not the hope of the family? Mom and dad, what did I do wrong?

I, I am so weak, this body is so weak...

Soon, Kurama Murakumo's face changed suddenly.

The stone slab under his feet began to heat up faintly, and clusters of burning flames emerged.

"Murakumo! What should I do?!"

Looking at the flames that continued to surround the two of them, Kurama Murakumo formed a seal again.

But it still didn't work.

Kurama Murakumo was shocked and thought of the records in ancient books.

This is Kurama Yakumo's illusion space, ordinary ninjutsu can't be performed here at all.

As a genjutsu ninja, Kurama Murakumo knew very well that in the genjutsu space created by others, only by using strong mental power can one fight the opponent head-on.

Only by resisting all the damage from the opponent and maintaining mental clarity can one ensure that he can escape from the genjutsu world.

But...

The blood limit of the Kurama clan is different from other genjutsu. Attacks in the genjutsu world will not only hurt the mind, but also reflect on the real body.

"What should I do? How could this happen?"

If...

If I hadn't put such heavy pressure on Yakumo before, would this situation not have happened?

The flames beside him "teng" rose.

Just when Yakumo's parents felt desperate and regretful for this.

"It's just a painting, but it can make people feel like they are there. This blood ability is really interesting."

A voice with a smile suddenly came from the side: "But such painting skills are only used to draw these weird and twisted things. It's a pity."

Before Kurama Murakumo and the others could react.

The next moment.

Bang! !

With a loud bang, the illusion world began to shake violently.

The blazing flames that had been burning seemed to lose their substance, flickering constantly, looking somewhat unreal.

Kurama Yakumo, who had closed his eyes and had a ferocious expression, suddenly woke up as if from a dream.

"See you again, Kurama Yakumo."

The sudden voice behind him startled Yakumo, who almost lost his balance and fell directly onto the stone slab.

"You..."

Kurama Yakumo took a step back with a vigilant expression, and his breathing became rapid.

Seeing Menma standing in front of Yakumo, even though she couldn't see his face clearly, she felt a heavy pressure.

Menma pinched his chin and looked at Kurama Yakumo's painting just now: "It seems that you are still a genius in painting. The despair of the people in the painting can be seen from this painting."

In that painting, the flames burned everything, and two charred figures kept struggling in the flames, stretching their bodies wantonly.

It looks like dancing and praying.

"You...are you here to laugh at me too?"

Menma's slightly smiling tone directly stimulated Kurama Yakumo's sensitive psychology.

She bit her lips timidly, but a hint of hatred appeared on her pale face.

She concentrated her mind directly and wanted to use her illusion ability on the masked man who suddenly appeared.

"...What?"

But she suddenly realized that she could no longer interfere with the illusion world she had constructed.

On the contrary, the other party slowly turned his head to look at her and met her eyes.

Yakumo saw the sarcasm in the other party's eyes.

"What gave you the courage to attack me, just relying on your half-baked blood limit?"

Menma said in a low voice: "Or is it that the monster called Ido is affecting your spirit?"

As the voice fell, Menma suddenly reached out his hand to touch the "burning" portrait.

The original portrait depicted the tragic death of Kurama Yakumo and the other person.

But just when Menma touched the portrait, his arm actually stretched directly into the portrait.

"Ah!!"

The portrait began to distort and even made a shrill and terrifying cry.

A monster with the same body shape and hairstyle as Kurama Yakumo, but with a weird face like a ghost, was directly lifted out of the painting by Menma holding his head.

Sorry, I just finished writing a 6k-word creative report, and the last chapter is late.

If nothing unexpected happens, I will update more tomorrow. If I have enough time, I will update 10,000 a day. Thank you for your support.