When the sky was about to dawn, there was not a drop of blood in that slaughterhouse-like beach, and there was not a trace of broken flesh and blood. The breeze came slowly, bringing the sound of the waves, and it was calm.

The people of the dragon group are clean and neat, and the traces of the White Tiger Warrior's abuse and killing of the blood clan have been completely erased by some people.

In the early morning, although the sun has not yet risen, there are already people exercising in the morning on the beach, most of whom are old people. As usual, no one felt the slightest abnormality.

The sea breeze blew, and even the smell of blood in the air did not remain. No one knew that a few hours earlier, there had been a horrific killing here.

The blood clan seems to have begun to gradually extend its tentacles to Huaxia, and the Eastern Ancient Martial Realm is about to no longer be calm. Heroes emerge in troubled times, and the young generation of Chinese people should also embark on the journey of training.

Due to the time difference, the night in the island country of Japan has not yet dispersed.

On Mt. Fuji, the cold wind blows up pieces of withered yellow leaves, and a strange and huge aura lingers in the mountains. It was already spring, but the mountains were a withered scene.

A group of people walked down the mountain along a remote path to the top of the mountain. It was not yet dawn, but someone had already gone up the mountain, which ...... It's a bit unusual.

It was eight men dressed in black with a different body shape from the islanders. These people are so tall that it is easy to tell at a glance whether they are locals or not.

After all, people in island countries are generally short guys, and occasionally one or two people grow tall, which is already a very rare thing.

Western face, with a sickly pale, as if he had not seen the sun for 10,000 years, these eight guys, like zombies crawling out of the grave, are very evil.

The first person is Adrian, who was assassinated by Ye Feng, but did not dare to flee in response. These guys are really Western vampires who can't see the sun, and they can't beat zombies much.

Adrian and his party walked into the woods, their feet rustling on the thick yellow leaves. The trees in the forest were bare, with only a few yellow leaves on the branches swaying in the mountain breeze, as if they could fall off the trees at any moment.

"What the hell!" Adrian couldn't help but feel a little surprised when he saw such a scene in the woods, as if something was wrong.

This blood prince who doesn't know how long he has lived, but he is more sensitive to danger than anyone else. Because of this, he has been able to live until now.

Suddenly, Adrian smelled a pungent smell wafting from the front, and he couldn't help but gause! Although the vampire's food was blood, at this time, he still showed some human reactions.

"What's that?"

Adrian pondered as he cautiously walked forward. There was an uncomfortable aura on Mount Fuji, no less evil than that of his master, Marcus.

With a group of men, Adrian turned a corner, and he finally saw what smelled!

"!" Adrian scolded in a gloomy voice. It turned out that under a tree on the side of the road, a carcass of an animal that could no longer be distinguished, gave off a disgusting smell.

The smell of rotting flesh is highly rotten, and even this vampire can't stand it.

"Huh?" At that moment, Adrian's ears suddenly moved, and he seemed to hear a few strange noises in front of him, faint enough to be almost imperceptible.

Almost at the same time, several black shadows appeared on both sides of the forest road in front of them, as if out of thin air.

"Is it a friend of Iga!" A blonde-haired, black-robed man behind Adrian hurriedly asked loudly in the island bird language. In the West, there are also people who can speak the island bird language.

Adrian's blue eyes turned blood red in an instant, and his demonic gaze swept towards the black shadows in front of him, this is the base camp of the other party, and he can't let his guard down.

The three of them were wrapped in black tights all over their bodies, only one pair of eyes fell on the outside, and a few knife handles protruded from their shoulders on their backs, standard island ninja attire.

The three ninjas walked silently towards Adrian and the others, Adrian's blood-red pupils couldn't help but shrink for a while, these three guys, only when they walked, there was a trace of life fluctuations on their bodies, this hidden kung fu was really amazing.

"Friends of the West, our leader is already waiting, please!" the three ninjas stopped about five meters in front of Adrian, and said in a loud voice.

Adrian breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the blonde-haired man's translator beside him, and then walked forward with his men.

"Huh?" Just as Adrian walked towards the three ninjas, the ninja who was the leader suddenly moved, only to see him suddenly look to the right, and at the same time, with a wave of his right hand, more than a dozen dark cold stars immediately shot out of his hand, hitting a big tree more than ten meters away on the right.

"Sneer......" The hidden weapon flew sharply, making a chilling sound of breaking the air. A muffled snort came, and a phantom-like figure flew out of the big tree and threw itself into the woods below.

"Someone is spying on you?" Adrian was startled by the ninja at first, and then surprised when he saw the figure flying out of the tree.

The ninja at the head pointed with his right hand in the direction of the man's escape, and the two ninjas behind him nodded in unison, and then disappeared from behind him with a "boom!"

"Please!" the ninja in the lead made a gesture of invitation to Adrian and the others.

Adrian smiled, and then walked with his men up the mountain. Although he was suspicious in his heart, this was the base camp of the Iga ninja school, and even if there was anything, the other party was carrying it.

The Iga ninja school is the most powerful school in the ninja world of the island country, and since the Western blood clan wants to peek into the ancient martial arts world of Huaxia, of course they must unite other forces.

The Iga school is the object of cooperation between the blood Marcus and the ancestor of the werewolves, William. Because, the island country ninja world and the ancient Chinese martial arts world can be said to be feuds and irresolvable mortal enemies.

In the great war that swept the world sixty years ago, the island country cultivation world and the Huaxia ancient martial arts world fought even more in the dark, the sky fell apart, and the masters of both sides suffered countless casualties.

A figure fled quickly in the dense forest, this person, also wrapped in a layer of black clothes all over his body, his head and face were covered, and only a pair of sharp eyes were revealed.

Slender and graceful, this person seems to be a female ninja. But why did she snoop on Adrian and the others in the base camp of the Iga ninja?

The Iga ninja led by that, with just a gesture, decided the fate of this female ninja, that is, death!

Behind the female ninja, two black shadows appeared and disappeared, chasing her. Ninjutsu is the most mysterious kind of cultivation technique, and the two black shadows moved quickly in the forest without making any sound.

The female ninja who fled in front of her, her right hand covered her left shoulder, blood oozed from between her fingers, and the hidden weapon in her had been pulled out, but it was bleeding nonstop.

Behind her, the two Iga ninjas, like two poisonous snakes that can't be shaken off, stared at her deadly, and they would never stop without biting her hard.

At the foot of Mt. Fuji, a middle-aged man with silver hair and white face was looking up at the most famous mountain in the island country, and there were five people standing behind him.

Two old men, three middle-aged people. These five people can be said to have characteristics that are hard to forget at once. One of the characteristics of a middle-aged man is "fat", a little fatter than Maitreya Buddha, the huge body, the fat meat, about to burst the clothes on his body.

Next to the fat man was a tall and thin middle-aged man with a sallow face like a penny. The man was thin, and he looked badly malnourished, but his eyes were shining.

Next to the thin man stood a rugged man of five big and three thick, this man was covered in his body, and where he could see the flesh, he had solid muscles, a beard, and his roots stood up, like steel needles.

The other two old men, one with a majestic appearance, white hair and white eyebrows, the whole person looks like an entrenched eagle, giving people a powerful visual impact that is incomparable. And his hands are much thicker than ordinary people, ten fingers, as strong as steel bars, powerful.

The other old man is of medium stature and has a shrunken appearance, which makes people know at a glance that this old man is very slippery and an extremely clever old ghost.

Five guys like this walking together would give anyone a headache. Because, these five guys are all evil masters who used to be famous.

And the silver-haired middle-aged man is Zhuo Fan. In the world, only Zhuo Fan's master can repair these five evil masters to be obedient.

"Boss Zhuo, we don't want to go up this ghost mountain, right?

Zhuo Fan's eyes flashed with a layer of crystal light like water waves, and he had been staring at Mount Fuji for a long time. He hesitated.

"The leaves are yellow, there is not a single animal in sight, it is very lonely, it is very bad!" Zhuo Fan muttered to himself, he felt a depression, and in the dark, he felt a dangerous aura.

The base camp of the Iga School may be very mysterious to ordinary cultivators, and they don't know where it is, but for Zhuo Fan and others, it is not a secret.

Because, there is a huge intelligence network behind them - Fog Hidden Building Wind Hall!

Hearing Zhuo Fan's words, Long Ying and the others behind him all changed their faces. Who is Boss Zhuo? That is a peerless master who can shake the innate martial artist Ouyang Wang.

The base camp of the Iga ninja seems to be very difficult.

At this moment, Zhuo Fan's face suddenly changed, and then, a cold and cruel smile appeared on his face: "Hehe, interesting! Brothers, it's time to start!"

As he spoke, Zhuo Fan actually got up and rushed towards the mountain. His body shook only a few times, and then he rushed into the woods a hundred meters away.

Although Long Ying, Crane Boss and others were extremely reluctant, they could only helplessly follow Zhuo Fan and rushed into the woods on the mountain.