Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

The sound was like rolling thunder, pushing out horizontally. Like an angry dragon soaring into the sky, soaring ninety thousand miles!

The mountain gate shattered, boulders flew across, the ground shook, the jungle surged with uneasiness like a tidal wave, and the birds in the forest flew up in surprise!

For a moment, all the tourists stared dumbly at the tall and majestic figure standing proudly above the main hall, their eyes shocked.

…

On the back mountain of Seorak Mountain, on the cliff behind many palaces, outside a cave, there were many men in black standing. All of them were wearing guns and samurai swords. Their auras were fierce and their eyes were fierce, like menacing gods.

They are all the elites of the Toyo Yamaguchi Guiwakai. They are all walking sideways in Toyo, but here they dare not make a sound.

Because this cave is the base camp in South Korea of ​​the great Onmyoji Abae family who suppressed Tangun's lineage and controlled the entire upper class society in South Korea.

Those who can enter it are all extremely powerful.

Any one of them who can be picked out casually can be compared with the president of the Yamaguchi-gumi Inagawa Association.

In a dark cave.

Several Japanese-style white paper lanterns hang on the wall, emitting a faint light.

Under the dim light, the entire cave was filled with a faint blood color, and the smelly, putrid smell was so thick that it filled the mouth and nose, making it difficult to breathe.

An old man wearing a high black crown and loose clothes sat on the ground on an abrupt rock above. He let the wind blow the snow and looked at the rolling blood mist in front of him with awe-inspiring eyes.

The blood mist was billowing, like a holographic 3D projection, showing lifelike pictures.

It was the scene where Jiang Tian raised his hand to kill Li Zairong and many other Xingyue Li family for rebelling against the party.

Under his seat, there are many Japanese ninjas and kendo masters.

There are dozens of these ninjas.

Some auras are as violent as lions and tigers, some are as calm as the mountains of the earth, and some are as light as the flowing clouds in the sky.

Most of them are famous Chuunin in the East, and there is even a Jounin.

The cultivation and strength of Chuunin are comparable to those of China's Taoist sorcerers or Neijin martial arts masters.

The strength of a jounin is comparable to that of a master of martial arts in the realm of transformation or a master of the art of Tongxuan cultivation. It can intimidate a party and must not be underestimated.

And those kendo masters were holding the hilts of the samurai swords at their waists, kneeling on the ground with their waists straight, their eyes gleaming, like unsheathed swords, exuding a fierce murderous aura. Unstoppable and sharp.

Although the old man at the head was eighty years old, all his teeth had fallen out, and he looked like he was about to die.

But many ninjas and swordsman masters did not dare to show any disrespect to him. They all stared at this scene with admiration on their faces.

Because this old man is the famous Onmyoji on Kyushu Island, the former president of the Kyushu Island branch of the Sakura Club, and the current president of South Korea, Abe Aozora.

call!

When the bloody scene ends.

The chest of the old man with a high black crown collapsed, and his withered mouth sucked all the blood mist into his mouth like a whale sucking water.

"Mr. Anbei's magic power is indeed as powerful as the gods in the sky!"

All the strong men looked at the old man in undressed clothes with reverence, with fear and apprehension on their faces.

"Master, who is this person? He is so powerful and domineering? Is he also a great Onmyoji?"

Nobuo Nagasawa, the president of the Yamaguchi-gumi Association, frowned and asked with confusion on his face.

The First Peace Society was originally located in the Kyushu Island area.

But now, as the president of the Iwakai, under the orders of the senior officials of the Sakura Club, he has expanded the territory in South Korea, joined forces vertically and horizontally, and has almost controlled the entire underground world of South Korea.

In the past, he was known as a foreign businessman, investor, and president of a large trading company. In Seoul, he could have a drink and talk with the mayor, and he was able to do everything he wanted.

A trace of solemnity flashed across Anbei Qingkong's aging and yellow face, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"This is not a magic technique, but a weapon of Chinese martial arts. He is a martial arts master from China and has entered the realm of transformation!"

"What? Martial arts master?"

Many people present were shocked and couldn't believe it.

"I heard that practicing Chinese martial arts is extremely difficult. It's like sailing against the current. Generally, the inner-strength class has to be forty years old to enter. This young man is obviously very young!"

"Maybe he's a newbie..."

An Pei Qingkong snorted and said: "But it doesn't matter. Although the Grandmaster is powerful, I have now mastered the Blood Poison Divine Technique. To put it bluntly, he is a young Grandmaster who has just entered the realm of transformation. Even if he is a living fossil like Wang Chongyan, I can fight him." A fight! Unfortunately, he has already fallen!"

There was a look of resentment in his eyes.

Ten years ago, Ampei Qingkong had a martial arts fight with Wang Zhongyan in Jeju Island, and was injured by Wang Zhongyan's Six Paths Reincarnation Fist.

Therefore, he sat in the back mountain of Seorak Mountain, controlled Tangun's lineage, devoted himself to practicing hard, learned some secret techniques from Wang Zhongyan's Nanyang magic, combined with Eastern Yin and Yang techniques, and created the original bleeding poison god method.

He thinks that he can at least suppress the strong men at the peak of the Huaxia Realm in Chinese Martial Arts.

This young man is so young, I'm afraid he is just a small success in his transformation, so what's there to be afraid of?

"Is it a small success in transformation? Then we can kill him!"

"Yes, there is no need for Mr. Ampere to take action at all! We are enough!"

"It's been a long time since I killed a strong man from China. My katana is already thirsty!"

"Where can there be strong people in China? Huh, he is just the sick man of East Asia. He is not vulnerable at all!"

"Yes, if the Americans hadn't dropped the atomic bomb back then, China would have become our vassal country long ago, and the Chinese people would have become ours thanks to our efforts!"

For a time, many ninjas and kendo masters were gearing up, spitting, eager to try, and full of murderous intent.

They are all members of the Sakura Club, are seriously influenced by militaristic ideas, are ultra-nationalists, and cannot accept the defeat of World War II.

Moreover, they have extreme contempt and hatred for China, a country that has brought them endless blows and frustrations, and have always dreamed of making a comeback and engulfing China.

"Well, since you all share the same enemy, why worry about not establishing it? It's just around the corner!"

Seeing this, An Pei Qingkong nodded slightly, his withered face full of relief.

While everyone was talking about it——

Suddenly, a violent breath pushed across.

There seemed to be grenades exploding continuously in everyone's ears, and there seemed to be thunders:

"Young bastard, get out of here and die!"

boom!

A genin who was yelling with a red face was shocked, his eyes turned white and his orifices were bleeding. His body froze and he fell to the ground on his back.

He was actually shaken to death by Jiang Tian's dragon roaring demonic sound!

…

Jiang Tian stood on the main hall, with his hands in his pockets leisurely, overlooking a group of tigers and wolves that surrounded him.

Tangun's lineage has been completely occupied by the Sakura Club. There are ninjas, kendo masters, and many Yamaguchi-gumi club members, and they are all elite masters who can match a hundred.

When Jiang Tian shouted loudly, hundreds of members of the Yamaguchi group rushed out with weapons such as samurai swords, baseball bats, and galvanized steel pipes, and surrounded Jiang Tian.

Many of them even carried pistols.

"Oh my god, there are so many people!"

Seeing this, Yuan Ning and Chen Jiafu suddenly became nervous and sweated for Jiang Tian.

Although they saw Jiang Tian jump up and shoot dozens of meters away, they were still very worried and doubtful about whether Jiang Tian could defeat so many ruthless people with guns and ammunition.

"Kill him!"

With a wave of hands from a leader-looking person.

Many club members climbed up the stairs and climbed to the top of the hall. They were as dense as a group of black ants. They raised various weapons and rushed towards Jiang Tian.

For such an ordinary person, even if Jiang Tian is training his body, he can be as good as a hundred, not to mention that he is now at the fifth level of Qi training, and has cultivated into Gengjin Divine Body, reaching the fifth level of Qi training?

"Haha, ants!"

In response, Jiang Tian just smiled coldly, turned around, and waved.

laugh! A sword light about ten meters long swept out with dazzling golden light.

The golden sword light swept across all directions like a galaxy rotating, forming a circle with a radius of ten meters.

Blood arrows were sprayed out one after another, and the blood waves rolled and surged like a tide. The screams and cries of pain were one after another, which was horrifying and made the scalp numb.

The ruthless men of the Yamaguchi group were chopped off one after another, as many as twenty of them, and their stumps, broken arms, heads, and internal organs rolled to the ground.

Many people did not die on the spot. Some were holding their intestines and holding broken legs and feet and screaming miserably. Some were rolling on the ground, and some were slowly squirming.

There was blood everywhere, and it was sticky and slippery when you stepped on it. The hall immediately became a hell on earth, a Shura field.

Many of the remaining Yamaguchi group's ruthless people stopped in their tracks and looked at Jiang Tian in horror, their eyes almost glazed over.

They are also ruthless people. Killing, arson, and fighting are commonplace. Who has never been in danger, and who has never had his hands stained with blood. It can be said that their hearts have long been as solid as rock and as hard as cold iron.

But at this moment, seeing the tragic scene, they were all frightened, their legs were weak, and their backs were soaked with cold sweat.

They had never seen this kind of overbearing killing method.

With just a wave of his hand, dozens of people fell down. They didn't look like human beings, but like legendary demons.

Everyone's face was as white as paper, they were so scared that they were trembling, and they didn't dare to take a step forward.

"Nidaime, what should I do?" Many of the ruthless people panicked and slowly backed away.

Kuwata Nidaime is an effective member of the Iwakai, deeply trusted by Chairman Nagasawa, and he is also a ruthless person.

He roared decisively: "Shoot!"

Everyone in the front row prostrated on the ground or dispersed to make way for more than 20 gunmen.

More than twenty pistols were raised together, and the black muzzles were pointed at Jiang Tian. It seemed that vicious bullets would be fired at the next moment, beating Jiang Tian into a pulp.