Cities: Start from Controlling Destiny

"As expected of a fire-controlling family of four sects in Yuexi."

The young master showed some appreciation in his tone, but changed his voice and said disdainfully:
"It's a pity that your fire formation is based on your own aura, which consumes a lot. If it can attract the aura of heaven and earth, then it is the real formation."

"You are still too immature to be successful? Now I give you two choices, one is to surrender and submit to our witch society, and the other is to accept the ghost-eating ceremony and go to hell."

The young master laughed out loud, his face filled with the triumphant expression that he was sure of winning.

There was a dimness between the sky and the earth, ghosts were flying all over the fields, fingers were blurred when stretching out their hands, and the fire above their heads was flickering. Everyone felt that this was Jiuyou Hell for a moment, and they couldn't help feeling terrified in their hearts.

Shuzhen has long been like a frightened kitten, supporting her grandma and hiding behind Lin Qin.For some reason, only Lin Qin could give her an inexplicable sense of security.

Huang Lingfeng's face was pale, and his heart was full of unwillingness. At this moment, he had indeed reached the point of exhaustion. He supported his body, looked in Lin Qin's direction and said:
"King Lin Wu, what he said is true. My four-square fire formation can last for a few more minutes. Now only you can help us out of trouble. This young master has a limit to his ghost domain. As long as we can leave, he will The strength will be greatly reduced."

"If you can't leave, put it aside." At this juncture, Lin Qin looked at the bone piano in the young master's mouth with interest, and asked, "What is he blowing in his mouth?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was immediately stunned.

Brother!What time is it now? I can't wait to see you. Are you still concerned about a magic weapon?
After all, Huang Lingfeng is the master of the sect. He took a breath, calmed down the noise in his heart, and quickly explained:
"This young master's harmonica is actually an ancient magic weapon, which has been passed down from generation to generation. It is said that the ancestor who founded the witch society got a bone of a high-quality expert by chance, and refined it day and night. I don't know how much blood it was stained with. Make this magic weapon that can summon hundreds of ghosts."

Speaking of this, Huang Lingfeng paused and waved his hands, "It should be said that hundreds of ghosts have been imprisoned and nourished by blood. The most powerful thing about this is that it can attract ghosts around. Qin, attracting tens of thousands of ghosts, the originally evenly matched battle situation suddenly crushed the place."

"Fortunately, this place is not a mass grave. The power of this bone qin is limited. At the same time, the young master has just inherited it, so he has not been able to fully display the power of the ancient bone qin." Huang Lingfeng said breathlessly.

"Hmph, Huang Lingfeng, you four sects really know a lot about the witch society, it seems that we can't keep you today." The young master's eyes flashed fiercely.

"Raising ghosts? Summoning ghosts?" Lin Qin frowned slightly. This is simply a magic weapon tailor-made for the battlefield. Just imagine how many ghosts and corpses there will be on the battlefield?Once they are all summoned, the thought of the scene makes one's scalp tingle.

"I want your bone qin." Lin Qin smiled lightly.

"Yes? Let's see if you have a life!"

The young master is like a lion who has been completely enraged, with a ferocious face, and again and again he holds the ancient bone qin to his lips, the long and cold sound of the qin resounds again, and the ghost flying in the sky roars and groans, madly screaming at Lin Qin rushed over.

"It came just fine."

Lin Qin's eyes were fixed, and the divine sword in his right hand suddenly lit up, and the radiance burst out, and the divine sword was dragging afterimages, as if thousands of swords returned to their ancestors, and returned to the sky for a while.

I saw a mark cut out by this sword glow in the dim darkness, like a gap in the sun stretching for hundreds of miles in the dark clouds, the ghosts all over the sky will shatter when touched, and the darkness will be lost when the light passes.

The young master's face changed drastically, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he shouted in a daze, "Your sword glow can actually cut ghosts?"

The ghosts nourished by the bone zither are beyond the five elements, invisible and intangible, and it is difficult for ordinary sword lights to hurt them one or two, but Lin Qin's sword glow is simply destructive.

It was as if a hole had been torn open in the dim four fields, and the sunlight cast it, and everyone could see clearly the young master who was not far away, playing the bone harp.

This Qin is indeed very similar to a human corpse, white as jade, sparkling white light, it looks extremely delicate and clean instrument, it actually nourished hundreds of ghosts, stained with blood.

"As I said, I've taken a fancy to the bone piano in your hand."

Lin Qin turned his right hand back, the Excalibur disappeared, and looked over calmly.

"For Guqin's sake, if you come here and kneel and beg for mercy, maybe I can keep some fire from your witch society. If you still don't repent, then don't blame me for killing all of your witch society."

"Kneel down and beg for mercy?"

When the young master heard this, his face turned ashen, and the bloodshot eyes were bloodshot.

In the land of Yuexi, as the young master of the witch society, when did he suffer such humiliation?Originally, he planned to escape from the golden cicada's shell and escape back to the witch society first, but now, this idea was thrown out of his mind.

Whether it's for himself or for the dignity of the witch society, today he wants to screw off Lin Qin's head to sacrifice to the ghost who has lost his soul.

In an instant, his face darkened, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of haze. He raised the bone piano in his hand and squeezed it tightly, the blood vessels in his palm ruptured, and blood spattered out.

The blood that should have been spilled on the ground actually stayed in the air, and the pure white bone piano wheel turned red light round and round, sucking all the blood in.

The originally pure white bone zither was gleaming with blood, and the skin was covered with lines, like human blood, bright and dark, quite alive.

Seeing this, the poisonous mother-in-law's old face changed slightly, "He is using blood as a sacrificial vessel, which can arouse the power of the magic weapon in a short time."

As the master of the Poison Sect, the Poison Sect also has a similar method to gain short-term power at the cost of sacrificing life. Although the use of this secret method will cause great harm to the caster, and may also seriously damage the vitality, but when the time comes When life and death are on the line, this is undoubtedly a life-saving method.

"Haha, that's right, with the blood of my young master as a sacrifice, even a ghost at the level of the demon mansion should give me face."

The young master's expression was close to madness, under the absolute anger, he had completely lost his mind. "Today, either you die, or I die!"

At the end of the sentence, he spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and the red light flowing from the scarlet bone harp suddenly became more vivid, circles of aura-like coercion washed over the surrounding fields, and dust began to billow underground.

The expressions of Huang Lingfeng and the others changed. This secret technique hurts one thousand enemies and eight hundred self-damages. They never expected that this young master is such a staunch person.

The poisonous mother-in-law felt that it would be too late if she didn't leave, so she hurriedly said: "King Lin Wu, take Xiaozhen away first, I will stop him here to buy time for you."