"You are right." The blurred figure smiled strangely, and even a scattered sound of licking his tongue and grinding his teeth.

"How many souls can you satisfy?" Nagato asked.

"How many?" The blurred figure appeared in a humanoid tone other than a weird smile for the first time:

"How many souls do you have?" The blurred figure seemed to reveal a sarcastic tone:

"Do you think I know nothing about your ninja world? No matter what kind of living body, you can only have one soul, and no living person can be an exception."

"The reason is very simple. Leave your soul and leave it to me for custody. In reality, your body will immediately burn your vitality. When your vitality is burned out, your soul will completely no longer be able to go back. You will die in your world, and your soul will be permanently imprisoned in my body. I regret to notify you that once I keep your soul, there will be no soul summoning ninjutsu that can summon your soul to the human world. You will forever lose the qualification to enter the ninja world and cannot even reincarnate."

The blurred figure laughed strangely again:

"So, do you regret your impulse? Once you enter the trial and death, you will be eternal and will be gone!"

Nagato sneered in his heart, even if you are the god of death, don't say so much. In the original work, can Orochimaru summon you, and cut your stomach and release all your souls before the vitality of the filthy body was exhausted?

You are just a system that follows the rules. For the earth before traveling through time, there is no system that cannot be cracked. A true master is good at exploiting system vulnerabilities, rather than being played by the system.

"So, do you have to continue waiting? It's meaningless, challenge for one year, ten years, one hundred years?" The vague figure jokingly.

Nagato's reincarnation eye emitted a faint light:

"I said I'm here to negotiate with you."

Behind Nagato, the pink flames surged, and the huge head of King Yama rose.

The blurred figure immediately echoed a surprising mental fluctuation:

"King of Yama!? This is the guardian of hell, have you actually conquered it?"

Nagato's heart moved. Just now, the place where it was called the Death Sect, and King Yama was once the guardian of hell. If the Death Sect and Hell were the regular places of the world at the same level, the soul abilities he used through King Yama would not be weaker than the Death Sect, if they were the same place of the world's regularization, their soul abilities exerted through King Yama would not be weaker than the Death Sect.

Nagato was even more confident. In fact, when he found that his reincarnation eye could still exert his pupil power in this mysterious death-stricken period, Nagato had the real confidence to negotiate conditions with the god of death.

"Now, can we communicate in an equal position?" Nagato said.

"Equality?" The mental fluctuations from the blurred figure seemed to be sneering:

"I think you seem to be making something wrong. You always think that I am deliberately suppressing you and belittling you, so you need to seek the qualifications for equal dialogue."

"It's actually not necessary."

The blurred figure said in a silence:

"I act according to the rules. My existence is the result of the movement of heaven and earth. It is not transferred by anyone's will. Even if you do not have huge energy in your body, as long as you appear here and successfully see me, you will pay a soul price in exchange for me to take action in the real world for a while. But I just said that without strong vitality as support, I am very likely to be unable to exist in your world for half a second, so it is meaningless at all."

"So do you understand? It's useless to appear here in Hell. It still has to follow the rules of reincarnation, but it is a special existence without souls. Therefore, it can leave through your departure, but it cannot help you break this rule. As the guardian of the death, I can't do it myself."

"No, I don't think you understand what I mean." Nagato smiled inexplicably:

"I summon King Yama not to break the rules, but to contribute my soul to you."

The Nagamen's reincarnation eyes shone faintly, and the pair of huge reincarnation eyes of King Yama also began to shine. Its mouth opened, and one light blue soul after another floated out from it, floating above the heads of King Yama and King Yama, densely packed, almost thousands.

The vague figure was silent this time for an extra long time.

Nagato smiled and said:

"You see, I'm here to sacrifice your soul, and there is more than one."

"This has no intention of breaking the rules at all. What you want is to leave me with a soul before I can leave, but I don't ask that it must be my own soul. I have a lot of souls here, so you can choose whatever you want. If you are not satisfied, there are still tens of thousands of souls in King Yama's belly, you can take them out."

Nagato's long-lost complacent erupted now. He has experienced too many sinister situations and life-and-death battles in his current realm. His heart has been tempered like a rock, calm, but now he can't help but be as proud as a child.

The reason is very simple, the Reincarnation Eye is really amazing.

The abilities of six systems, plus the abilities of the heretics, are definitely all-encompassing. Among them, the Hell Dao is a system of ability that specializes in collecting souls.

As for where these souls come from, the Samsara Eye of Nagamen has been awakened for so many years, and there are many people killed by the Six Paths of Penn. The souls of these people killed by the owner of the Samsara Eye will directly enter the belly of the King of Yama under the pupil force of the Samsara Eye and cannot go to the Pure Land.

In fact, there is no need to count anything else. Just a little bit, when Nagato had just traveled through time and when Six Pao Penn attacked Konoha, he did not follow the established plot, restrained his strength, and destroyed half of Konoha. There were tens of thousands of dead people, and most of these souls could be released at any time for the God of Death to pick them at will.

"You're not breaking the rules."

After a long silence, the blurred figure spoke.

And the fog in front of Nagato made his vision produce blurred special rules or energy, slowly dissipating.

Nagato's eyes became sharper, and for the first time he truly saw the complete face of the God of Death.

The long gray-white hair was scattered like a steel needle, and her white clothes were as big as a five-story building. The white ghost fire lingered, a pair of black sharp corners, ferocious faces, and a seemingly dull dagger in her mouth.

Nagato knew that this dagger could be called the Soul-Slaying Blade, which could easily cut the connection between a person's soul and body, and cut off any part of the soul body.
Chapter completed!