His name has long been forgotten, and the only thing left is the bloody title of "Demon of Iga"!

In that huge catastrophe in the Valley of Thousand Sounds, more than a thousand Iga ninjas tore him to pieces, and several elders died tragically at his hands.

Even the Koga ninja who rushed to the rescue was slaughtered by him, killing hundreds of people, killing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

In order to seal him in the deep underground prison, the twelve heavenly generals of Japan at that time, together with the two major ninja schools of Koga and Iga, plus more than 50 masters of kendo, judo, and karate, barely trapped him.

Just building that dungeon drained all the cash flow of the three major consortia that year.

In an instant, the Great Elder even began to wonder if the decision he had made was too wrong, this was the release of a demon!

"Where is he?"

The Demon of Iga directly grabbed the Great Elder, like grabbing a weak chick, pinching it in his hand, and with a little force, he could be pinched to death.

"He, he, he's outside, he's already breaking through all the defenses of the Scourge Superiors and invading the interior of the Thousand Rings Valley. The Great Elder said tremblingly.

"Hmph!" Iga Demon snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "You Iga ninjas, after so many years, you are still a bunch of waste, and there is no use at all!"

The Great Elder's whole person was carried by him, like a chicken, where did he dare to say anything.

Moreover, in terms of seniority, even the master of the Great Elder is a cut short of this Iga Demon, he is the junior brother of Master Shizu, God knows how old he is this year.

"Uncle Zu, his strength is very strong, hundreds of Iga ninjas, in front of him, are completely lined up to die. The Great Elder reminded.

Iga no Demon smiled coldly and said, "What do you mean by this? Look down on me? Could it be that you think I'm not his opponent yet?"

The Great Elder shrank in fright, couldn't help but shudder, and quickly explained, "No, no, there is absolutely no such thing. Uncle Zu's strength is earth-shattering, and no one in the world will be Uncle Zu's opponent!"

"Hmph, it's good to know. After being imprisoned by you for so many years, can I tear down the entire Thousand Ming Valley?" asked the Iga Demon with a sneer.

The Great Elder gritted his teeth and said firmly: "As long as Uncle Zu can kill that man, I will not stop Uncle Zu from doing anything after that." Even if Uncle Zu wants to kill me, I don't care. Anyway, I'm at this age, I'll die early and die late, and I'll be resigned to fate!"

"Waste is nonsense, just know that it is fate. Learn from Lao Tzu, my life is up to me!"

The Demon of Iga laughed wildly, his body like a gust of wind, running at high speed through the steel passage. Any obstacle will be directly broken by him, and he is completely a crazy beast.

In the valley of Qianming, the yellow land is full of corpses.

Lu Zheng is like a Shura who came out of hell, killing ten people in one step, and the blood flowed like a river.

The eyes of the five elders slowly opened, and the momentum of the whole person, like a cloud of wolf smoke, soared into the sky.

For thirty years, he never opened his eyes, day after day, year after year, accumulating momentum, and everything was released at this moment.

"Yes, you're a lot better than the previous ones. Although it is a lot of accumulation, in a moment, forcibly elevate yourself to the realm of martial arts pseudo-gods, with your qualifications, it is already very rare to be able to do this. Lu Zheng said lightly.

The realm of the five elders is not high, and their strength is not strong, and they are not even as good as Takeda Shoichi and Senjiaya.

However, he has been accumulating strength for many years, and through an instantaneous outburst, he forcibly raised the realm from Baodan to a half-step myth in one breath.

This is like an ordinary person who earns three or four thousand a month, saves money every day, saves hundreds of thousands of millions of money in a few decades, and directly buys a house in the city in one go.

This kind of practice does not need any qualifications, does not need any realm, what is needed is only willpower beyond the limit, water drops and stones, and thirty years of accumulation!

"Your surname is Lu, I call you Mr. Lu, it should be no problem. In Japan, Mr. is an honorific title, and you deserve to be called 'Mr. Lu'. The Fifth Elder said calmly.

All the accumulation of thirty years was condensed in a quarter of an hour, and all of them burst out, and his expression still did not change at all.

"Mr. Lu, I know that I am not your opponent. Even if I spend thirty years becoming a half-step myth for this quarter of an hour, I am still no match for you. ”

The Fifth Elder sighed, his indifferent face revealing deep sadness.

That kind of powerlessness, a sense of powerlessness that tries everything but is still a grasshopper shaking the tree.

"I have a request, the only one and the last one in my life. The five elders said vicissitudes.

"If it had been someone else, for so much nonsense in front of me, he would have died a long time ago. But you, very interesting, I can give you a chance. Say, I can consider your request!"

At this time, Lu Zheng, like an emperor, was ready to reward his subjects who knelt on the ground and begged.

"Please don't kill me before I run out of life, let me exert the most extreme strength of my life!" the fifth elder said with a solemn expression, as if he was performing some kind of solemn religious ceremony.

He's ready to die!

He didn't want to go back alive in the first place!

The price of extreme sublimation, which is also very cruel, is the accelerated loss of his life, like a candle, the brighter the light, the faster it burns.

"I promise you. Lu Zheng said indifferently, ready to let him die in the dignity of a half-step myth.

Bang!

Under the feet of the five elders, there was a sudden shock, and crazy laughter resounded in the sky.

In the midst of his shock and laughter, the ground shook, and several yellow mud houses nearby shook violently, and one after another quickly collapsed.

That kind of power, shocking the world, surpasses the limits of martial arts.

Half-step mythology!

What is Mythology?

Incomprehensible, uncontrollable, incomparable, the most powerful force a mortal can imagine!

And the five elders in front of him, by forcibly burning their lives, exhausted all the thirty years of accumulation in one go, and reached the realm of half-step mythology.

To be exact, it is the realm of a half-step pseudo-god.

Because, as long as time passes, and there is no need for Lu Zheng to do it, he will die himself!

With his shocked smile, the rocks on the ground rolled violently, and the bodies of the Iga ninja on the ground, whether they were dead or had a few breaths, were all crushed into mud.

The Fifth Elder had already put everything out of his mind, so naturally he wouldn't care about these trivial matters.

And Lu Zheng can't even care.

In their eyes, there is only each other, as if between heaven and earth, there are only these two people left.

The protagonist has become imposing

(End of chapter)