Cities: Start from Controlling Destiny

There are many ways to kill people. The reason why Lin Qin chose to burn people to ashes was to shock Huang Lingfeng and others.

After all, having seen his methods and such supernatural powers, Huang Lingfeng never dared to have the slightest thought about his relatives and friends in Jinhai County, and he was also present when he killed the young master. .

Lin Qin glanced at Shuzhen, and found that there was a hint of rebirth in her eyes, and felt that this decision was correct.

Based on Shuzhen's friendship with her, it stands to reason that it would be better for him to teach in person, but since he has no fixed place, he may leave here at any time, so it's not appropriate to follow him all the time.What's more, troubles will always come one after another. Only when you grow up can you really help.

As the saying goes, relying on others is worse than relying on yourself.

How high can Shuzhen reach in the future in martial arts?It still depends on your own creation.

After figuring it out, Lin Qin bid farewell to everyone, during which the poisonous mother-in-law remained silent, not even daring to meet his eyes.

For pushing his granddaughter to the fire pit of the Witch Society with his own hands, Lin Qin spared her life, which is considered a great kindness.

When he left, Lin Qin still held a corpse in his hand. It was the humanoid weapon of the young master's previous envoy, the Iron Armored Corpse Soldier.

"Take the way of the person, and treat the person's body."

There was a trace of deceit from the corner of Lin Qin's mouth, "This level of corpse refining is really a waste of good things. They should show them what is called a real human corpse soldier."

"I don't know what kind of expression the old witch master will have when this corpse soldier attacks the witch society?"

"Interesting and interesting..."

From night to three o'clock, when everything is quiet, but on the most northwest border of Yuexi, a plug hidden in the deep mountains is brightly lit.

There were a lot of people inside, but strangely, no one dared to speak, and the atmosphere was tense like an army about to go to the battlefield.

On the surface, this stopper is not much different from ordinary stoppers, but there are flagpoles everywhere, and the flying flag has a pattern similar to a wizard's open hand, as if to save all sentient beings.

This is where the main altar of the witch society is located, and the villagers at the foot of the mountain worship the witch society like a god.

It has been hundreds of years since the first sect of the witch society was established. I don't know how many powerful organizations have been eradicated before it became the leader of the first sect in Yuexi.

At this time, the torches of Senai were buzzing, and they went along the torches, and the end was where the fire altar was.

A tall statue of ghosts and gods stands, covered in pitch black, with eyes like copper bells and fangs, looking down at the earth ferociously.

The old witch master stood alone under the statue of ghosts and gods.

His face reflected the flames, his skin was yellow, extremely dry and shriveled, and a black turban was wrapped around his head, making it difficult to see his face at this moment.But those hawk-like eyes were as sharp as a blade, with a cold gleam.

"Tell me." The old witch master spoke.

The voice is hoarse and low. Although the volume is not loud, it reaches the ears of every believer clearly. It seems to penetrate the soul of a person once it enters the ear, and one can't help feeling frightened.

"Old witch society, young...Young master, he has fallen." An old man in a skeleton black robe knelt down and trembled.

"In the land of Yuexi, you dare to actively kill the young master. This is like riding on the head of our witch association." Another gloomy old man was furious, and he stood up.

"That's right, old witch master, this is a blatant provocation to our witch society. If it gets out, the prestige that the witch society has built up over the years will be destroyed in one fell swoop."

Another white-haired old man stepped out, and said to the old witch master:

"Please don't worry, the old witch master. I set off with a team overnight, and I will definitely take off the head of Lin Qin's neck and present it to the old witch master."

"As expected of Zuo Huoshi, just do it like this..."

"That's right, a mere bullshit King Wu dared to kill the young master of my teaching. It's really audacious. I think my witch society has been hiding its power for many years, and these bastards don't know how powerful the witch society is."

All the believers below echoed their voices, and there was a lot of shouting in the fortress.

At this time, the old witch master who closed his eyes suddenly opened his eyes, and a ray of dark light swirled, and he said slowly:

"Everyone be quiet."

After the words fell, the whole plug fell silent instantly.

"Don't worry, disciples, come here, bring Wang Plane up, and explain the matter clearly first." After the old witch master finished speaking, there was a burst of violent coughing.

He took off his turban, revealing a pale old face, without a trace of blood, like a dead corpse.He is the old witch master of Megatron Yuexi, no one knows how many years he has lived in this world.

Although he looked very weak, none of the disciples dared to disrespect him. He was a monk at the peak of the sixth-rank Martial King.

After a while, Wang Ji was escorted in front of the statue of ghosts and gods, kicked and knelt on the ground, so frightened that he hurriedly kowtowed to apologize.

He is also a member of the witch association, the young master was killed, but he lived in peace, there has long been a voice in the witch association to execute this king harshly.

"Master Wang Ji, according to what you said, the young master was burned to ashes alive in front of you, is it true?" a hall envoy asked aloud.

Although this Wang Ji had repeated it countless times, but with the young master's skill, it was really too difficult to burn him to death.

"Yes, yes, envoy of the right hall, that Lin Qin is like a god, holding a divine sword, with a blazing flame, he burned the young master to ashes." Wang Pao said solemnly.

"Humph."

Another middle-aged envoy snorted coldly, and asked coldly, "Since this Lin Qin is so powerful, why did you survive?"

Hearing this, Wang Pai hurriedly replied: "The old witch master Mingcha, Lin Qin was too arrogant, and asked me to come back and bring a message to the people of the witch society, saying that there is no need to look for him specially, he will come to the door by himself. Then slaughter the Witch Society completely."

"The surname is Lin Xiao'er, and he speaks so loudly. Even people from the three sects here dare not say such a thing."

As soon as Wang Ji said this, all the believers in front of the ghost statue stared angrily and cursed.

"Young people nowadays are really not afraid of death. A mere Martial King who returned from Yuebei dares to act presumptuously on the territory of the witch society."

"Hmph... do you really think that my witch society, Megatron Yuexi, has been a vegetarian for many years?"

"I suggest that the Zuo Huo envoy go out overnight and kill this Si directly to pay homage to the young master's spirit in heaven."

"That is, capture him alive and let him experience the [-] tortures of the Witch Society."

All the believers were furious, and they all wished to tear this boy named Lin Qin into pieces.

"OK OK."

The old witch master spoke again, raised his eyes to look at Wang Ji, and continued to ask:

"Besides talking, does Lin Qin have any unusual behavior?"

"Abnormally held? Let me think about it..."

Wang dug over the impressions in his mind, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and said, "When I left, he seemed to shoot a flame into my body."