"He—He's the Demon of Iga? the legendary man who almost destroyed Japanese martial arts?" Chijiaya looked at all this with a pale face.

When she took over the position of Taiyin, the demon of Iga had already been sealed in the dungeon of the Thousand Sounds Valley, and she did not see the light of day all year round.

However, the earth-shattering battle of that year directly led to the fall of Taiyin in that generation, which made her master take over the position of Taiyin in advance and fill the vacancy.

Originally, Taiyin's status among the twelve heavenly generals was very lofty, and it was not much worse than Gou Chen of Meiji Jingu and the queen of heaven of Ise Jingu.

It's a pity that the Taiyin of that generation fell too suddenly, and many secret techniques were too late to be passed down, resulting in a great decline in the strength of the successor Taiyin, and even the current Qianjiaya is only the peak of the Baodan realm.

The words "Iga no Demon" are simply a nightmare that accompanied her childhood for Chijiaya.

Since she was a child, her master has mentioned that man again and again, mentioning the tragic war of that year.

Twelve heavenly generals, three dead and three wounded, lost nearly half of their strength. Iga Koga, who also suffered heavy losses, has not been able to relieve this breath for more than half a century.

"It turns out that there are so many people in this world who remember my name!" said the Demon of Iga with a cruel laugh.

The battle is over, it's time to clean up the battlefield!

At this moment, in the deep pit underground, a hand reached out, grabbed the ground, and was about to climb out.

"What? you—you're not dead yet?" said Iga's face full of astonishment and shock.

No one knows better than him how terrifying the crazy attack just now was.

Not to mention a living person, even if it is a mountain cast of steel, it will be beaten into a discus by him.

"Give me death!"

Iga no Demon smiled evilly, and shot again, taking advantage of Lu Zheng's lack of action, he wanted to blow him up with one punch.

Bang!

The fists and palms were exchanged, and the fist of the Demon of Iga was so fierce that it was gently caught by a palm, a palm that looked disproportionate.

Click, click, click......

Before the Demon of Iga could react from the shock, the palm of his hand increased its strength, and the finger bones were actually constantly shattering!

Swish!

Sensing the crisis, the Iga Golem quickly withdrew his hand, and his body retreated hundreds of meters away like a whirlwind.

In the deep pit underground, the figure finally climbed up, as if nothing had happened, and gently patted the dirt off his body.

"To be honest, your strength is quite strong, much stronger than the old man who forcibly improved the realm just now. Lu Zheng said lightly.

He did seal his strength, but the strength of his physical body could not be changed.

Even if Lu Zheng reduced his strength to the level of a baby, his physical body was still strong and incomparable, and it was difficult to destroy.

All the attacks of the Iga Demon were only tickling to him, and at most it was a weak massage, which helped him loosen his muscles.

"Impossible, this—absolutely impossible!" said the Demon of Iga in disbelief.

In his life, he has encountered too many strong people, but no one can survive in his hands, let alone one-on-one battles, it is absolutely lifeless.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe you can withstand my attack!"

The Demon of Iga roared wildly in the sky, and with a single step on his right foot, his huge body burst out like a cannonball.

Attack, attack, attack, crazy attack, the sky was full of fist shadows flickering, as if a huge mountain was pushing towards Lu Zhengping.

However, every time the Demon of Iga punched, no matter how fast or strong the strength was, it was accurately caught by Lu Zheng.

One big and one small, one fist and one palm.

In an instant, the two of them bombarded each other with hundreds of moves, so fast that even the Great Elder, a master of the Gangdao, could not capture them.

There are only three remaining masters, two Baodan peaks, and one Digang powerhouse, at this time, it seems that he is an ignorant elementary school student, watching a war of words between university professors, and he is not a person of the world at all.

"I don't believe, I don't believe, I don't believe, I don't believe......"

The demon of Iga fell into a state of madness, and attacked frantically in desperation.

The appearance of Lu Zheng completely broke his concept and broke his long-standing arrogance and arrogance. is like an invincible martial arts overlord in the world, who suddenly found that he couldn't even beat a little monk who swept the floor.

That shock, that kind of collapse, was about to make him lose his mind.

"Do you know why you're still alive until now?"

"That's because, my permission! I allowed you to live to this second!"

"Now, you can die!"

Rumble!

Before the Iga Demon could react, his head was in mid-air, distorting in an exaggerated manner, and his face was deeply sunken.

"No...... Yes!"

Most of the two eyes were out of their sockets, and they looked at the line of sight in shock, getting farther and farther away from their bodies.

The entire head was blown away with a punch.

Shout!

Lu Zheng's right hand, like an eagle's claw, suddenly plunged into the chest of the Iga Demon, grabbing the heart that was still beating in his hand.

On his hands, there was an imperceptible green glimmer, like a hungry wolf, frantically devouring the life force of the Demon of Iga.

After only a few breaths, the tall body fell straight to the ground, as if shrinking, the skin was shriveled, the muscles atrophied, and the circle was smaller.

"Whew!"

Lu Zheng exhaled a long breath, and through the special ability of the World Tree's roots, he once again absorbed a lot of pure energy.

"It turned out to be a wild blood, a descendant of the hybridization of fierce beasts and humans in ancient times. It's rare, it's so rare, after so many years, so many generations, you can still inspire some of the power of wild blood. ”

Lu Zheng sighed in surprise.

After absorbing all the vitality of the Iga Demon, he finally understood why this person was so special, it could be called a miracle of Japanese martial arts for thousands of years, and he was almost invincible in Japan.

The Demon of Iga is not an ordinary human at all, but a descendant of a wild beast.

I am afraid that 10,000 years ago, or even tens of thousands of years ago, the humans of this island country crossed with some powerful fierce beast and produced a special bloodline inheritance.

As the times passed, the blood veins in their bodies became thinner and thinner, and their strength became weaker and weaker.

Today, even 120 million Japanese people find it difficult to find a genius with wild blood. Even if one or two occasionally appear, they will gradually fade and even disappear due to age.

The existence of the Demon of Iga is a miracle among miracles, not only possessing wild blood, but also successfully awakening it, and obtaining terrifying powers beyond humans.

More, more, more!

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