"Actually, we only came to Fusang to ask for an explanation, and we didn't intend to kill anyone! But in the three secret realms we have visited, you have actually threatened us with the children, women and children of the Dragon Country. 2. Cruelly killed more than 1,000 people, and the blood debt must be paid in blood!"

The more Lin Lang said that the more angry he became, the corpses of thousands of children in the pit were covered with scars, and even the whole corpse was left after death.

Scenes are like a movie, constantly flashing in front of my eyes.

Such a murderous method is unbearable even for the masters, and must be sanctioned!

"Hmph, the thirty rescued children were secretly killed by you! Such a great revenge must be avenged!"

Tang Zhen's heart was still immersed in what had just happened.

The momentum soared into the sky, and a golden spear phantom suddenly appeared, ready to fight at any time.

"Hehe, the little back hand that you have prepared should make you lose a lot, right? The people of the Dragon Kingdom have always been famous, like to stand out, and flaunt humanity! I just didn't expect that you would still have fourteen people left in the Dust Realm! However, since you are here, leave it for me today!"

The gray-headed old man slowly stood up from the ground, put on a ninja hood, and enveloped his entire body.

Although the voice was old, it was full of pride.

It seems that the ordinary people who have been sacrificed are just garbage, and they can't cause the slightest emotional fluctuation in him.

The only thing that could make him happy was the loss of the master of the Dust Realm.

His words seemed to have some kind of exhilarating power, and the three thousand ninjas, who were still trembling just now, straightened their waists slightly at this time.

tightened the knife in his hand, and there was more excitement in his eyes.

"Hahaha, you're too complacent! None of our people died! On the contrary, nearly 100 girls were rescued!"

Hearing his words, Tang Zhen's heart was furious, and the giant golden spear formed by the momentum kept shaking, eager to try.

He laughed wildly and said to them with disdain.

"Yelang is arrogant, what he is talking about is you Fusang people! Dragon Kingdom ancient warriors, how can you die so easily? Today, I will kill you all and avenge the dead Dragon Kingdom people!"

The killing intent in Jun Wuxian's heart escaped, and a yin wind formed around him, impacting the ninja in front of him.

The eyes were slowly engorged, but the eyes gradually calmed down, but the killing intent radiated made people feel cold all over.

"Accompany the funeral, if you want to accompany the funeral, first ask me about the short sword in my hand!"

Yao Xi was so angry that the blood flowed rapidly all over his body, and it was like a stormy wave, but under the backdrop of the armor, his body was hot, and his chest rose and fell violently.

The mask is frosty, but there is a kind of coldness that emanates out, adding infinite temptation.

"There are a total of 2,000 shinobi present here, 800 beginner shinobi, 100 intermediate ninja, and 86 senior ninja. Plus you, a total of four divine ninjas. Shall we be buried with all this?"

Chen Zhaoqi was more willing to grasp the overall situation, and gave the precise figures, which made all the ninjas present stunned.

Unbeknownst to them, the Dragons had all their strength.

"You Fuso ninjas, ruthless, treat human life like a mustard, be punished!

Lin Lang, as the leader of everyone, of course, shoulders the command of the command.

The opponent's attitude of ignoring human life completely angered him, and his right hand was raised high, and the order to attack could be given at any time.

The three thousand ninjas, whose expressions were stunned just now, changed instantly, and a look of despair erupted in their eyes.

They know very well that as long as the battle begins, it is a large part of it that dies first!

Despair breeds in their hearts, and it swells irrepressibly.

The body moved backwards, and no one wanted to be the first to face the angry dragon master.

"Hmph, our ultimate goal of killing the people of the Dragon Kingdom is to trap and kill you pretentious masters! Now that the goal has been achieved, what do you see in my hands?"

The old man casually took out a quaint scroll from the treasure bag on his waist and held it in the air.

The eyes exposed outside the hood radiated with excitement.

It seemed that what he took out was able to fight against the fourteen Dust Realm masters present.

The eyes of many ninjas couldn't help but move over. When they saw the scroll in the old man's hand, everyone's eyes became attentive again.

The God-killing Scroll, the foundation of the Fuso Kingdom!

It has the same important position as the Tiancong Cloud Sword, a Dingguo artifact placed in the palace.

It's just that the Tiancong Cloud Sword is a weapon used by the royal family to control the Fusang Kingdom, and the god-killing scroll is a sharp weapon for foreign wars handed down in ancient times.

The despair in their hearts gradually disappeared because of the scroll, and they clenched the sword in their hands, held their chests high, and moved forward.

"Dragon Country, your time of death has arrived, kill the gods scroll, kill the gods and destroy the demons!"

"God-killing scroll, god-killing and demon slayer!"

As if to strengthen the ninja's belief in victory, Arijo shouted a slogan.

More and more echoes rang out inside Mt. Fuji Eika, dispersing the thick fog that shrouded the mouth.

"Take a piece of tattered paper, what's the cow! My patriarch has two or three, and they look much better than yours!"

Of course, Tang Zhen knew what he was holding and what kind of power he had.

But he was not afraid at all, and there were not only Xiongyan in the well, but also the patriarch.

Because of the relationship between the male rocks under the well, the patriarch has a golden eagle in his hand, a wind one, and a mysterious goddess picture, how can he be afraid of a god-killing scroll?

Everyone else had an idea for him, not only Lin Lang had it, but also a well Xiongyan who could control the god-killing scroll was here.

How many appears, they are all sent to the door.

Jun Wuxian and the others all had faint smiles on their faces, expecting them to come up with more god-killing scrolls.

Seeing the relaxed faces of Lin Lang and the others, the ninjas present were a little confused.

Shouldn't you take out the god-killing scroll and beg for mercy on your knees and ask for forgiveness?

Why do the people of the Dragon Kingdom have chilling smiles one by one?

What the hell happened to them?

Stupid? or confident?

"It seems that you are still juniors, and you don't know the power of the god-killing scrolls! I, Watanabe Thirteen, am the tenth generation descendant who controls the inheritance, and I can control all the god-killing scrolls. ”

The old ninja also sensed that something was wrong, and the scroll in his hand was raised high above his head, and he said sharply.

It seems that the accent of the tone can boost the confidence of the ninjas present.

"Inoshita Yuiwa, you should know how powerful my Watanabe clan is! Let you, a traitor, become a sacrifice under the scroll today!"

His words didn't, and suddenly pointed to Xiongyan Underground who was covered in injuries and hidden behind Jun Wuxian and Yao Xi.

"Ahem, cough, those who know the times are Junjie, and following Patriarch Lin will eventually soar! As for the ability you said to control the god-killing scroll, I will also have a little bit. It's a good time to talk to you today!"

Originally, Xiongyan didn't want to appear, but now he was called out of his identity, and his face was very embarrassed.

Just as he was about to say something, his consciousness uncontrollably uttered a bunch of words.

His words made the ninjas present all stunned.

If they could really control the God-killing Scroll, then they really have no place to bury them today!