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Chapter 112: One husband is the gatekeeper, and ten thousand people are not allowed to open it (3)

"Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon? Then I really want to see it..."

Feng Hao raised his brows, stared at the ghost warrior, and said solemnly: "Let's do this. You contact them and ask them to come over immediately. I'll wait for them here, so I don't have to look for them one by one."

Feng Hao still said this.

There is a look of arrogance between his eyebrows.

The seven living warriors looked at each other with a cold look in their eyes, and then, as if they had agreed with each other, they all used ninjutsu to escape.

Stay away from abandoned factory buildings full of steel bars and nails.

For aliens who can control objects, these things are the best weapons for killing people. In their opinion, as long as Feng Hao stays away from these, Feng Hao will be like losing his arms.

"This man is exactly the same as the person we want to track. It seems that the information is wrong. He is not only a little stronger than Miyamoto."

"There is nothing we can do. He killed Miyamoto and took away the genetic potion. Our task is to behead him, take back the potion, and hand it over to the clan leader. But the current situation is not good, so we must withdraw first..."

Several ninjas communicated in a special way. They left the exhaust gas plant and were walking through the weeds. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to spot them.

The weeds swayed as if they were blown by the breeze.

However, no matter how strong these ninjas are, no matter how clever their concealment methods are, and no matter how well they practice the Turtle Breathing Technique, there is nothing they can do to hide under Feng Hao's spiritual thoughts.

"End it!"

Feng Hao stretched out his hand, and seven rusty steel nails followed behind him. When he stood at the door of the factory, the seven steel nails shot out in different trajectories.

Like seven flying swords.

puff!

There was a sound of the flesh being pierced, and a ninja fell down directly.

Phew! Phew! Phew!

Then, almost in an instant, the sound of flesh being pierced could also be heard from other locations. In an instant, the Onimusha at the front had a sharp look in his eyes.

He is the second master of the ninja clan, second only to Miyamoto.

But he is also a master of swordsmanship and martial arts who can sweep across the country, but when faced with Feng Hao's methods, he didn't even have the heart to compete.

This is beyond the scope of their capabilities. Only the legendary gods of Country R can compete with them.

"Baga, what a powerful mind. Is he Magneto?"

Some ninjas were extremely surprised. This method was so similar to Magneto in the Marvel movies. He could control steel and kill people with just a thought.

Well!

Another ninja's heart was pierced and he died in the grass. He didn't know how he died until he died.

When the last steel nail was about to pierce through the Onimusha, the Onimusha rolled and crawled and perfectly avoided it.

"good!"

Feng Hao nodded secretly. This ghost warrior should be the leader of these people. His strength is already extremely strong. It is really impressive to be able to dodge his killing blow.

Then, Feng Hao moved and chased after him directly. He didn't need to see it with his naked eyes, because his mind had already locked onto the ghost warrior.

The purpose of these people was to kill themselves and seize the genetic medicine, but unfortunately they found the wrong person.

"Did you get rid of it? It was so dangerous..."

The Onimusha breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Feng Hao hadn't chased him for a long time and had disappeared into the darkness.

"Yeah?"

However, Feng Hao's voice suddenly sounded without any warning.

The Onimusha trembled, turned his head suddenly, and found that only a few dozen centimeters away from him, Feng Hao was staring at him with his hands in his trouser pockets.

"When did you come? Why...there is no breath."

There was a look of horror in the Onimusha's eyes. Feng Hao seemed to have been waiting for him here for a long time, especially...as a ninja, he never felt Feng Hao's aura from the beginning to the end.

In the eyes of Onimusha, Feng Hao is simply more ninja than ninja.

"Since you have found me, you should know my identity and strength." Feng Hao looked at the Onimusha in front of him.

"Killing Miyamoto is a challenge to the entire ninja world. Your appearance has appeared in underground organizations across the country. You will not be easy."

The Onimusha stared at Feng Hao, his body trembling slightly.

The pressure that Feng Hao brought to him was very great. Although there was no powerful aura bursting out, his eyes were filled with a look that looked down on the world.

It was as if everything was like ants in his eyes.

"Really? Congratulations to them for finding a good opponent."

Feng Hao smiled, then stood up and looked to the south, slightly absent-minded. That was where a group of Onmyojis were, and the air was filled with a gloomy Yin energy.

"What are you looking at?"

Onimusha became curious.

"Like you, waiting for someone to take my life." Feng Hao said softly.

When the Oni warrior heard this, his body trembled. He and others wanted to take his life, but in the end they were killed cleanly.

Then those people will undoubtedly end up with the same fate as them?

"Are they from the Onmyoji clan?" the Onimusha said, trembling.

"You know?"

Feng Hao glanced at the Onimusha, with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"I know, I know, they are members of the shrine force. If you are targeted by them, you will probably have no hope of living..."

The Onimusha's eyes were full of horror, and he seemed to have thought of something, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

"How to say?"

Feng Hao stared at this person with great interest. Could it be that he knew some secrets of Onmyoji? Thinking of this, Feng Hao was not in a hurry to take action.

"Do you know the legend of Country R?" Onimusha calmed down.

Feng Hao shook his head and said, "I never understood."

"..."

The Onimusha was silent. He didn't even know the legend of Country R, ​​yet he dared to be so arrogant. Don't you know that there is a mountain as high as a mountain?

"Since you don't know, it's useless to tell you. Anyway, you'd better not mess with those people, otherwise, sooner or later, it will be over, and this genetic potion will fall into their hands."

A cold light appeared in the Onmyoji's eyes. For the Onmyoji clan, they were naturally at odds with each other, but relatively speaking, the Onmyoji's methods were much stronger.

That is someone who can control other forces.

"Unfortunately, I just killed another onmyoji and killed a toad." Feng Hao said casually, not thinking how powerful the onmyoji was.

No matter how powerful it is, can it be comparable to those great monsters in the universe?

"Nani..."

When the Onimusha heard Feng Hao's words, his whole body trembled, and he said with a trembling voice: "You killed Inoue Masayu? That was a very powerful Onmyoji, and his god was a four-hundred-year-old frog god.

He is very famous in the Onmyoji world."

"Masayuki Inoue? Are you strong?" Feng Hao frowned.

"Gudong!"

The Onimusha swallowed his saliva and looked at Feng Hao as if he had seen a ghost. He could control the gods for four hundred years, so his own strength was very strong.

Even Miyamoto would be filled with hatred when meeting this person.

Onmyoji rarely show up, but their existence is the most mysterious group of people in country R, ​​even more mysterious than the ninja clan.

But I didn't expect that the Chinese in front of me would actually kill such a powerful onmyoji as Masayu Inoue. He was really powerful.

Feng Hao ignored the look of shock on the Onimusha's face, and then asked: "Are the legends of Country R you mentioned before related to the Onmyoji? Are they those great monsters that are well-known in Country R?"

"That's not a great demon, it's a spirit!" the Onimusha argued.

"No matter what it is, just disappear!"

Feng Hao murmured in a low voice that in his opinion, the gods were just some evil spirits who luckily became ghosts after death, or they were puppets refined by others.

Such an existence will only be used by certain people to cause harm to ordinary people, and it is useless to remain in the world.


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