Chapter 903

In particular, the bloody aura on his body was as deep as the vast ocean, surpassing Dawn who was also in the blood ancestor's lineage.

"Grey!"

With a soft call from the handsome middle-aged man, the main hall outside slowly opened, and an old man in butler uniform walked in slowly, knelt on one knee on the ground, and said respectfully: "You are awake, I Lord Claude, the master."

"During my deep sleep, you called me urgently, what's the matter?" Claude said as he walked slowly towards the outside of the hall.

His demeanor has an ancient and elegant taste, like a nobleman in the middle world. Compared with him, other Western powers with noble titles are like vulgar children.

"Master, Dawn and Caesar were killed!"

The man dressed as the butler knelt on the spot and said softly.

"Who did it? People from the Holy See came out of the mountain?"

Claude frowned, and asked in a low voice, if the Holy See did not take action in the West, no one should be Dawn's opponent, and even the Holy See would give him three points of face from the Blood Ancestor.

It doesn't matter if Caesar is dead, but Dawn is a descendant of a strong man from the lineage of their blood ancestor. Although that strong man has not appeared for two hundred years, if he is still alive, Dawn is not good if he dies Confess with that strong man.

"It's not the Holy See, but Lin Yin, a strong man from the east."

The housekeeper respectfully handed a document to Claude, who took the document, looked at it, frowned, and said:

"Okay, you don't have to worry about this matter, I will deal with it!"

"Yes, my master!" After finishing speaking, the butler stood respectfully behind Claude.

In the depths of the Shiwanda Mountain in the southwestern part of the Dragon Kingdom, the roars of wild beasts came from time to time. Many tigers and leopards ran to the periphery of the Shiwanda Mountain one after another, as if there were some terrifying beasts protruding from the mountain.

Not long after, someone saw an old man riding a 50-meter-long giant snake, running out of Shiwanda Mountain and heading towards the sea.

And in the ancestral land of the western Tantric sect of Longguo, Sanskrit sounds linger, and golden lotus springs from the ground, and many lamas in the ancestral land knelt down on the ground, shouting, "Welcome Patriarch!" '

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And in Fusang, Ise Great Temple.

Liu Shengzong was sitting on the head, kneeling and sitting with a group of disciples. At this time, it was only three days before the day of his decisive battle with Lin Yin. At this time, he had adjusted his state to the best.

"Teacher, are you sure about this battle?"

A middle-aged warrior sitting next to Watanabe Quantaro asked softly.

"Shut up!"

Watanabe Quantaro grabbed the clothes of the middle-aged warrior, and shouted: "A mere Lin Yin, how can the teacher be compared, this battle, the teacher will win!"

"Let go!"

Liu Shengzong said calmly. "If Lin Yin's strength is only as good as cutting your sword, then he will definitely die!"

Hearing Liu Shengzongyan's words, all the disciples showed smiles on their faces, especially Quantaro Watanabe, who had the brightest smile on his face. Back then, Lin Yin cut off one of his ears. If he hadn't returned in time, he would have even Life is about to be lost, but the ears can't be connected back.

Watanabe Quantaro loosened his grip on the middle-aged man's clothes, and said loudly, "Teacher will win this battle. After Lin Yin dies, I will go to Dragon Country myself and destroy Lin Yin's family!"

"Brother Watanabe, I will go with you too!"

"I'm going too!"

"Lin Yin dares to insult Senior Brother like this, he will never get rid of the hatred in his heart!"

Everyone else echoed, only the middle-aged man who spoke at the beginning had a worried look on his face. He was the one responsible for collecting information about Lin Yin. He was the only one who knew how terrible Lin Yin was. Although Lin Yin was only in his twenties, he had experienced countless Fighting, and basically every battle must be won, if the teacher takes it lightly, he may suffer a big loss.

"Kimura, are you worried?"

Liu Shengzong looked at the middle-aged warrior and asked with a smile.

"teacher."

Kimura lowered his head and said respectfully: "I have studied Lin Yin, he is a little weird, please don't take it lightly, teacher."

"Ha ha!"

Liu Shengzong looked at the middle-aged warrior with relief, and said with a smile: "I want to fight Lin Yin not because your ineffective uncle was killed by Lin Yin, but now my realm has reached the limit. Only with the real strong can I break through myself, even if I die in the hands of Lin Yin, it is considered a suitable place to die, warriors should die on the road of pursuing martial arts."

The most satisfied disciple of Yagyu Zongyan is actually not the first disciple Watanabe Quantaro, but Kimura in front of him. Although Kimura's strength is weaker than Watanabe Quantaro's, he can only be regarded as the middle of the warriors on the celestial list. However, Kimura's character is what he is most satisfied with. Only when the genre is handed over to Kimura, can it be passed down through the ages.

As for Quantaro, his personality is really a bit extreme. With him, Quantaro can be suppressed, but once he dies, Watanabe Quantaro is likely to lead the genre to destruction.

"Teacher, why did you die?"

When Kimura heard this, he was terrified and pressed his head tightly against the wooden board.

"Kimura!"

Yagyuzong laughed lightly, turned his head to look at the other disciples, and said solemnly: "If I die in battle in three days, Kimura will become the leader of the Ise sect!"

"yes!"

Many disciples fell to their knees, convinced by Yanagyu Zongyan's words, only Watanabe Izuntaro lay on the floor, his eyes were disbelieving at first, then not daring, and then showing a look of resentment.

Yagyu Zongyan glanced at Watanabe Quantaro, chuckled lightly, turned his head and walked towards the inner room.

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Zhong Hai, Six Dragon Mountains.

Lin Yin slowly opened his eyes in the secret room. Following Lin Yin's breathing, a stream of air like Bai Lian rushed out of his mouth, extending for several meters, and made a "tearing" tear in the void. Empty sound, as if shot through the air.

This white exercise lasted for several minutes in the air before gradually dissipating in the air.

Lin Yin got up slowly, looked at the east, and muttered to herself:

"It's time to go, Yagyu Muneyan, don't let me down!"

Lin Yin pushed open the door of the secret room and walked out slowly.

Jin Linyin came out, and Liu Qingsi Qian Lao who was waiting outside was relieved. There was only one day left before the decisive battle. Liu Qingsi rushed to meet her, and said with a charming smile:

"Lin Yin, if you don't leave the customs again, I thought you were going to run away!"

"Qingsi, don't be rude!" Qian Lao yelled at Liu Qingsi, then turned to Lin Yin and said, "Master Yin, the boat is ready, let's go!"

Although it only takes half a day to go to Dari Mountain, I am still afraid of accidents.

Lin Yin nodded and said:

"Let's go!"