The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 371 Iga Shenguang
The main hall of Iga Shrine is very spacious, with huge pillars carved with dragons, supporting the beams of the entire main hall.

On the ground of the main hall, there are all stone bricks, and the joints between each stone brick are extremely regular.

At the same time, in the main hall facing the door, there is a carved dragon seat, which is resplendent and resplendent, as if it were made of gold.

On this seat, sat an old man with a white beard, but a childlike face with white hair, a ruddy complexion, and a long breath. It could be seen that this was an extremely advanced martial arts master.

Surrounding the old man, surrounded by carved dragon chairs, are four old men, all between six and seventy years old, and one can feel the extremely strong aura of cultivation in their bodies.

At this moment, the five old men were silent, quietly watching Lin Yang walk into the main hall.

Lin Yang was able to break through the barriers and walk into the main hall, which already showed that Yiga's search for mountains outside the hall had failed.

And as a ninja, he couldn't stop the intruders. He didn't need to look at it, but he knew that Iga Xunshan would definitely die.

At the same time, it also shows that Lin Yang's cultivation is Huajin.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old Hua Jin, what kind of meaning does this represent, has to make people think deeply.

When Lin Yang approached them five meters away, suddenly, four majestic auras emanated from the four old men surrounding the carved dragon seat, pressing towards Lin Yang, as if they wanted to The imposing manner overwhelmed Lin Yang.

"Boy, who told you that the Iga Shrine has the jade biscuit from heaven? And you, which side's pawn are you? Tell me, today can make you die happily, otherwise, the feeling in the dungeon is absolutely uncomfortable .”

One of the old men surrounding the Diaolong chair suddenly pointed his sword at Lin Yang, raised his eyebrows coldly, and asked loudly, if the mind is not strong, perhaps just this cold shout can scare the guts out.

However, Lin Yang is very human.

He stopped suddenly, raised his head abruptly, his eyes coldly swept over the five old men, and remained silent.

"Why, you're frighteningly scared. If I had known at this time, why bother? Back then, our Iga Shrine was not so easy to bully. If you killed Iga Xunshan, you would surely die. Hurry up and tell the person behind you, otherwise , When I, Iga Shrine, find out your identity, your family and friends will surely be buried with you."

Another old man, seeing Lin Yang's silence, couldn't help taking a step forward, pointing at Lin Yang's nose and saying fiercely.

Then, among the four elders surrounding the carved dragon seat, the other two also stood up, shouting angrily, as if they were tearing Lin Yangsheng apart, but none of them made a move, but were watching and waiting. The old man sitting in the carved dragon seat spoke.

Lin Yang remained silent, his eyes finally fell on the old man sitting on the dragon-carved wooden chair.

He felt a dangerous aura from this old man. This aura was very faint, but it was real.

"At the peak of Huajin in the late stage, there is only one step away from breaking through half a step of Huajin. It is very good. Being able to cultivate to such an extent in a semi-desolate star environment like the earth is enough to show that this old man has extraordinary aptitude, but , It is impossible to threaten my life and death, at most, I just pay a little more attention to it."

A thought flashed in Lin Yang's mind.

But at this moment, the old man who was sitting in the dragon-carved chair, who looked like a neighbor's grandfather, blinked lightly, and said calmly: "I am Yiga Shenguang, the head of the Iga family. You know about the Tianshu Yubi, It’s better to say it out, and the power behind you, maybe we are still old acquaintances, why bother to have life and death.”

His words are very magnetic, making people unconsciously relax their vigilance.

However, Lin Yang's eyes turned cold, with a hint of disgust, which flashed by.Damn it, an old man, a big man, actually practiced charming skills, he's so fucking perverted and disgusting.

"My Chinese descendant, when did I become an old acquaintance with the humble Japanese slave, stop putting gold on my face, it's really disgusting."

Lin Yang snorted coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Iga Jingu's complexion suddenly turned cold, and a cold light burst out from his old eyes, and there was even a trace of energy fluctuations extending from his body, which is enough to show how unstable his heart is at the moment ,

Lowly Japanese slaves, this is the hidden pain in the hearts of all Japanese samurai and ninjas, but history is history, and they cannot change it.

However, they were able to change the present, so that everyone would not dare to mention the word 'wonu' again, and whoever mentioned it would die.

But now, in front of them, Lin Yang uttered the word "Wonu" again, which was equivalent to uncovering their scars in person. The rage in his heart made their faces contort in an instant, and their anger gushed out.

"It turns out that you are a sick pig in East Asia. Good, very good. Since you are not from Japan, you will die today."

Yihe Shenguang's old face was distorted, he raised his palm with gritted teeth, slapped it hard on the armrest of the chair, and roared angrily:
"Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku, Xuanwu, you four, kill this son without confession, just kill him on the spot."

"Yes, master!"

The four old men surrounding the carved dragon seat immediately shook their bodies when they heard Iga Shenguang's words, and responded with solemn faces.

Then, they turned around and faced Lin Yang fiercely, without any hesitation, the four of them stepped on the ground together, turning into four afterimages, which quickly appeared in four directions around Lin Yang.

The four of them were wearing black samurai uniforms, with a simple samurai sword on their backs, and a short knife stuck in their waists. Their eyes were like knives, and they fell on Lin Yang, with a ferocious expression spreading from the corners of their mouths.

"kill!"

"kill!"

……

Four cold drinks were shouted out of their mouths.

I just saw that the four old men suddenly burst out with strong energy fluctuations, and they were all in the late stage of energy transformation. No wonder they were so rampant, no wonder they were so confident.

You must know that there are too few Huajin martial arts practitioners on the entire earth. Even if there is an existence like Huaguo, it is very likely that the number of Huajin martial arts practitioners in the entire region will not reach three. digits.

What's more, at the moment when the four Huajin joined forces in the late stage, the power is definitely not something that ordinary people can compete with. Even Yiga Shenguang, who is sitting on the carved dragon wooden chair, cannot subdue the four of them in a short time.

And the kid in front of him, can he?

Even if one starts practicing from the womb, can one reach the peak of the late stage of energy transformation at the age of seventeen or eighteen?

Obviously impossible.

Making a judgment with extreme confidence in their hearts, the four of them stretched their hands behind their backs like thousands of times of training, grabbed the handle of the simple katana, swiped it, and pulled it out directly, holding it tightly with both hands.

Immediately, the four white blades radiated a cold air in the main hall, making the whole hall feel like winter at this moment.

The spirit of killing is bitter!

(End of this chapter)