Boom!

Thunder and lightning tore the drowsy sky.

It instantly dispelled the darkness of this world, and it was covered in white.

The heavy rain blurred vision.

Chen Dong sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at the Sect Master Iga who was like a ghost, wearing black energy and wandering around the harvest ninjas.

Grim, fierce...

With the harvest, the momentum of Sect Master Iga was changing dramatically at a terrifying speed.

This...is it really Master Iga?

Chen Dong's heartbeat was pounding, and he was full of doubts.

He has never seen Sect Master Iga take action.

At his father's birthday party, he had personally felt the momentum of Sect Master Iga. Compared with now, it was a world of difference, and it was completely different!

As the warrior's strength level increases, his momentum has already become natural and integrated into his bones and blood. It is impossible to change drastically in a short time, unless there is another reason!

In a trance.

The "sacrifice" that Chen Daojun said burst into Chen Dong's mind.

Just think of this.

Chen Dong's pupils suddenly shrank to the extreme.

In an instant, the eyes of Sect Master Iga emerged from the deep fear.

What did he want to summon the ninjas under his command back?

But...how is it possible?

This kind of ritual that appears in film and television novels really exists in reality?

There were indeed sacrifices in ancient times, which was irrefutable, but Chen Dong was sure that the current "sacrifice" was definitely different from the sacrifices in ancient times!

Next second.

Boom!

Another lightning bolt tore through the sky.

Accompanied by a shrill scream, the last ninja was also harvested by the Sect Master Iga, and his head fell to the ground, blood was like a spring.

"Hehehehe..."

Master Iga held the blood-stained samurai sword and raised his head and laughed.

The laughter is sharp and harsh.

At the same time, the black energy that originally surrounded him appeared above his head.

The blurry black shadow outline became more and more intense at this moment.

Dark clouds pressed against the top, layer by layer.

Thunder, lightning, wind and rain.

In such extreme weather, the Yin made the appearance of Sect Master Iga at this moment even more terrifying and gloomy.

Suddenly.

The Sect Master Iga had disheveled hair, his eyes were scarlet, and he glared at Chen Daojun.

"Jun Chen...you didn't stop me?"

Just now, Sect Master Iga was always leaning against his side, and when he was harvesting ninjas, he disheveled his hair, so Chen Dong did not see the face of Sect Master Iga clearly.

With this question.

Sect Master Iga suddenly turned around, allowing Chen Dong to clearly see the face of Sect Master Iga.

"This is……"

At first glance, Chen Dong's face also changed drastically, and his scalp became numb.

In his sight, the sect leader Iga's hair was disheveled, his pale hair was stained with flesh and blood, and his vicissitudes of life were covered with blood. Not only that, the originally old face was now full of blue veins, like a twig of earthworms on his face. With a shrill and harsh laugh, the blue veins were twisted and twisted, and it was as ferocious as an evil ghost, gloomy and cunning!

"Prevent?"

Chen Daojun jokingly smiled: "If I stop you, how could I, Dong'er, be willing?"

The sound is very light.

But it shocked Chen Dong.

What exactly do Chen Daojun... want to show me?

Just think of this.

The Sect Master Iga suddenly stopped laughing strangely, and shook his hand and inserted the samurai sword "clang" to the ground.

Then he was disheveled and his face was solemn and solemn, as if he was the most devout believer, crawling on the ground.

Immediately, his lips and teeth opened lightly, making a faint sound.

The sound is very light, fast and dense.

So much so that it fell into Chen Dong's ears that he couldn't tell what he was singing.

It seems to be a spell that has been passed down from time to time, and I want to summon something!

"ah!"

Master Iga suddenly raised his head and let out a sharp whistle.

In an instant.

The blood on his face quickly disappeared and turned pale. The bulging veins and blood vessels were squirming strangely at this moment, and his cheeks quickly sank, shaped like a mummy.

Almost at the same time.

A fierce sense of oppression suddenly appeared.

It is vast and magnificent, like a great mountain pressing down.

Chen Dong, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, felt the fierce oppression, and his whole body suddenly became stiff, his scalp became numb, and his already weak body was almost collapsed on the ground.

"Dong'er, look at the sky!"

Chen Daojun's expression was as usual, with a domineering look between his eyebrows, and raised his samurai sword and pointed it at the head of Sect Master Iga.

Black Qi?!

Chen Dong's eyes sterned, and his heart instantly accelerated, as if he was about to jump out of his chest.

The black energy condensed in the sky was surging layer by layer at this moment, as if a waterfall was rolling back, pulling up a huge dark curtain and going straight to the sky.

Even the heavy rain was evaporated completely!

The fuzzy outline that Chen Dong noticed just now was rapidly condensed and formed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hanzo!"

The kneeling leader Iga was already like a mummy, and a hoarse sound deep in his throat as if gravel was rubbing against his throat.

Gurgling...gurgling...

The blood flowing from the ground suddenly surged.

Under Chen Dong's horrified gaze, blood dragons were drawn into winding and directly sank into the black energy in the air.

Blood dragons winding in the sky.

This scene is extremely shocking!

"Impossible, how could this happen? This is reality!"

Chen Dong's mind was "buzzing" in his mind, and he looked at the dozen blood dragons winding in the air in amazement and fear, and felt a sense of panic that his three views were instantly shattered.

A winding blood dragon, a human-shaped outline in the black energy.

Even if Chen Dong saw everything in front of him, he still felt unrealistic as if he was dreaming.

Before this, even though his martial arts strength has improved wildly, he has even witnessed Huo Zhenxiao's heavy snow dragon roar, and has seen Chen Daojun's sword and sword aura invincible, he still summarized what he saw and heard into reality, which is nothing more than ordinary people's cognition!

But what was happening in front of him completely shattered his understanding of the world!

"Huh..."

The blood dragon winds into the dark curtain and sinks into the human figure, followed by a long breathing sound.

Heavy, long, desolate and long...

"Hanzo, the god of ninja... Iga's great disaster!"

The kneeling leader Iga's cheeks were sunken, and he looked like an evil ghost, begging with a pious face, and his voice was sad.

The words have not ended.
To be continued...