Jin Cheng waved his left hand slightly, and the half-foot-long short sword appeared again, the short sword was pitch black, Jin Cheng called it the ink sword, it was a real magic weapon when he saw you, the minimum limit for the user was the foundation building period, today he was trying to use it for the first time, and he was looking forward to its attack power.

The ink sword flew towards the old man in red, the speed felt neither fast nor slow, and the sword body quickly grew larger in the process of flying, and finally turned into a giant sword.

The inky black sword body exuded a cold aura, the temperature around him was rapidly dropping, and a terrifying heaven and earth coercion enveloped the red-clothed old man in it

Seeing this, the old man in red had an earthy face, and the waterfall sweat was sprinkled, and he wanted to dodge, but he found that he was locked by that terrifying momentum, and he couldn't move half a step. Although he knew that it was a mortal situation, he wanted to fight it, but he didn't expect the gap to be so big, and the old man in red was disheartened and slashed at the air aimlessly.

The giant sword smashed to the ground like a huge cannonball, and under its bombardment, the old man in red turned into powder, his flesh was scattered all over the ground, and the katana was broken into pieces, as if telling the horror of the past experience.

Jin Cheng was also surprised by the power of the ink sword, killing the god forbearance in seconds, and it was so completely blasted into slag, the power of the magic weapon is really not comparable to the spirit weapon, no wonder it is said that the monks in the foundation building period with the magic weapon have the capital to challenge the monks of the Jiedan period at the next level, it is too violent, too bloody, but my brother likes it.

From the head of the village to the end of the village, all the houses were on fire, and the wooden structure of the houses caught fire when they caught fire, especially in the dry winter, Jin Cheng just popped out two fireballs casually, and quickly became two fire dragons, stretching for hundreds of meters, with a gust of wind blowing, the fire became more and more out of control.

Except for some old and frail villagers who were reluctant to leave their hometowns and were buried in the fire, the rest of the people were fleeing for their lives, fleeing from all directions, and they didn't know what order the old man in red gave them, Jin Cheng, who originally thought that he was going to kill him, was completely lost.

Among the people who fled, the strongest was only the middle ninja, which was equivalent to the dark energy period of the martial artist, and posed no threat to Jin Cheng, but he still chased after him and cut off the potential ninjas, leaving no trouble, so that the Miyamoto family completely fell apart, and there was no possibility of revival.

The purpose of the action has basically been achieved, Jin Cheng glanced back at the sea of fire-(10)dǐng-(10)diǎn-(10)小-(10) and said, .∧.o⊥s_(); The ninja village, showing a trace of regret, Nima, slaughtered a super family, not a single treasure was found, in the village, he used his divine sense to scan several times, but still found nothing, it's really a dog!

According to the information provided by Ai Congjun, the Miyamoto family controls several large multinational companies, two of which are Fortune 500 companies.

Therefore, Jin Cheng thinks that the Miyamoto family's treasure place is somewhere else, even if it is to store some worthless antiques, cultural toys, gold, silver and jewelry and other things in Jin Cheng's eyes, such a place is always needed! It's just that this treasure place may become an eternal secret, the high-level members of the Miyamoto family are dead and wounded, and there is not even a suitable object to perform the soul search technique, Jin Cheng can only complain that he didn't take a good handle and 'shattered' the key figure of the old man in red......

The cool thing of "killing people and grabbing treasures" is only half of the cool, just like a prelude, just take off your pants and prepare to pick up the gun and get on the horse, but you find that you have lost the target as uncomfortable. The key is that I haven't gotten the relevant information about spatial abilities yet, which is a pity, and I can only hope for the next target.

It was more than 500 kilometers from Mt. Fuji to Mie Prefecture, and there was no suitable means of transportation, so Jin Cheng decided to fly Edgeworth. Since he was attacked by a Stinger missile in Nagasaki, he has not flown again to be on the safe side, and this time he had to try again in order to hurry up.

Avoiding the skies over the city and flying low in sparsely populated areas, he remained undetected by radar and reached the valley where the Iga faction lived.

The last time I came to the Iga faction to steal the Eight Mirrors, although I succeeded, but the situation was very wolf, and I was caught alive by someone who was blocked under the ground, and this time I came to take revenge, and now there is a new task, to capture the Iga patriarch alive and obtain information about spatial capabilities.

In the middle of the night, the valley was very quiet, and there was not a single diǎn light in the houses except for the street lamps, as if everyone had fallen asleep.

Of course, this is just an appearance, and it can't hide Jin Cheng's divine sense observation, and there are not a few ninjas who hide in the dark and have their eyes wide open. It's just that these people were directly filtered by Jin Cheng, and he easily found the location of the Iga patriarch, to Jin Cheng's surprise, the old guy didn't sleep in the middle of the night, looking up at the starry sky on a boulder deep in the valley.

Jin Cheng quietly landed not far from the old man, and then walked over slowly. His steps were very light and light, but even so, when the distance between the two sides was less than thirty meters, the old man suddenly turned his head and saw Jin Cheng.

"Who are you?" Old question, at the same time, he was vigilant in his heart, he was able to infiltrate the Iga faction silently, and he was able to get so close to him, this person was definitely not simple.

"Old man, if you are caught now, I can spare your Iga faction, one person's life in exchange for the survival of the entire sect, this account is cost-effective, if you refuse, then your Iga faction will be like the Miyamoto family, and it will be wiped out." Jin Cheng said lightly, it was not that he was merciful, but that he was not completely sure that he would be able to capture alive a ninja-level master like the patriarch of the Iga faction, so he was ready to take down the old man without blood.

"Young man, are you from Huaxia?" While the Iga patriarch was surprised, he also heard that Jin Cheng's Japanese language was not pure, so he guessed.

"Yes."

"You're the one who came to our Iga faction last time to steal the Yaga Mirror?"

"It's like a fake." Jin Cheng smiled, secretly admiring the old man's quick thinking.

"Wait, I need to make a phone call to verify, the Miyamoto family has three heavenly ninjas, and it's not so easy to deal with." Although the Iga patriarch believed most of it in his heart, he still had to confirm it in person, after all, this news came too suddenly, and it was too shocking, not only the Wa Kingdom would be terrified, but the world would also be shaken, and the strength of the Miyamoto family could not stop this person, so who else could stop this?

"Please."

Iga Patriarch took out a mobile phone and dialed several times in a row, the expression on his face changing.

"I knew you were coming, but I didn't expect you to come so quickly, since you can destroy the Miyamoto family, then my Iga faction is even more vulnerable in your eyes, I have a question I want you to help me answer, I don't know ......" The Iga patriarch who hung up the phone said with a lonely expression, as if he had aged a lot in an instant, and his eyes were filled with despair.

"Yes, you ask!" Jin Cheng diǎndiǎn head said.

"You're a cultivator?" Iga Patriarch asked.