Lin Yun stood there, looking curiously at the small hill not far ahead, where the sound came from.

"The small hillside is two or three kilometers away from here, and the sound of the flute can be clearly heard. It seems that this Black Witch Sect has some tricks."

"Lin Yun, go quickly! Why are you still standing there?" Mo Yu's face turned red in a hurry. If it weren't for the suburbs and the crowds were rarely visited, she would really want to find a car to send Lin Yun away.

"Don't worry, he is no match for me." Lin Yun said confidently.

Mo Yu sighed: "Forget it, it seems that you won't cry until you see the coffin!"

Mo Yu secretly planned in her heart that if Lin Yun lost, she would threaten the Holy Son with her life again, hoping to protect Lin Yun's life.

This is how Mo Yu is. Because of her identity, she rarely interacts with others. However, once she recognizes her as a friend, she will use her life to protect this friendship.

About a few minutes later, a black shadow fell on the grass in front of several people, bringing a gust of cold wind.

This is a man wrapped in a black robe, with only two eyes emitting green light. If he is given a sickle, he will be the god of death in the Western world.

"Sir, you are finally here! My subordinates are not doing well. Please forgive me for your sins!" Ma Yuhua knelt respectfully on the ground, looking as if he was waiting for his death.

"Get you innocent, get up!" The Holy Son's voice was angry.

Ma Yuhua was so ambushed, looking surprised: "Thank you, Lord Shengzi!"

The Holy Son slowly turned his head, his eyes fixed on Mo Yu for a moment, then turned to Lin Yun and stopped.

"I heard that you killed the patriarchs of the three major families?" asked the Holy Son, his voice dull and he could not hear joy or anger.

Lin Yun did not answer, but carried his hands on his back, looking down at the Holy Son like the gods looking down at the common people, and said lightly: "Take me to the headquarters of the Black Witch Sect and spare you all the time!"

The Black Witch Cult Saint was stunned for a moment, the green light in his eyes became brighter, and his voice was filled with a contemptuous smile: "Do you want to go to my Black Witch Cult headquarters? Do you want to spare me?"

"You are the first one in the years."

The tone of the Black Witch Son was indescribable.

Lin Yun said with a calm expression: "Don't worry, it will be the last one. Because the Black Witch Cult will no longer exist."

Ma Yuhua and his wife next to them were confused, and Lin Yun's arrogance was beyond their imagination.

Grandma Yu couldn't help but smack her tongue: "Saint, your friend is really not ordinary arrogance!"

The Saint Son of the Black Witch Cult is the candidate to take over the leader. Every thirty years, one hundred people will be selected for selection. Only the one who wins in the end can become the Saint Son.

The other ninety-nine people were naturally dead.

It can be said that those who can become the saint of the Black Witch Sect are not only powerful, but also have almost evil intelligence.

Although Lin Yun easily defeated Ma Yuhua, the Holy Son could do it.

This cannot be the capital for Lin Yun to despise the Holy Son.

Mo Yu originally thought Lin Yun was just talking casually to make her escape with peace of mind, but he didn't expect that he really wanted to destroy the entire Black Witch Sect.

How is this possible?

How powerful the Black Witch Sect is, as the saint of the White Witch Sect, she knows better than anyone else.

If there was a glimmer of hope to destroy the Black Witch Cult, she would never allow the White Witch Cult to be enslaved by the Black Witch Cult.

Even her, the saint, is just a stepping stone to the saint of the Black Witch Sect.

Let’s not talk about the unpredictable leader of the gods and ghosts. Even the saint son is very terrifying and has never encountered an enemy in decades.

The leader is even more mysterious, and can even communicate with the witch god and possess an immortal body.

It is absolutely impossible for Lin Yun alone to do it.

"Lin Yun, the strength of the Black Witch Sect is not something you can imagine? Listen to me, go quickly, don't worry about my business!" Mo Yu shouted to Lin Yun with a serious look on his face.

The Black Witch Son turned his head and looked at Mo Yu, and asked in a weird tone: "Do you care about him?"

Mo Yu's face turned cold and he stared at the Holy Son of the Black Witch Cult: "He is my friend, let him go!"

The Holy Son did not speak, looked at Lin Yun again and said in a deep voice: "No, he dares to insult the Holy Sect and must die!"

"If you want to kill him, then kill me first!" Mo Yu's beautiful face was full of determination.

The Holy Son did not speak, but the green light in his eyes flashed and darkened, and he obviously felt extremely bad.

Mo Yu knew about the Holy Son and knew that he was on the verge of going wild. It must have been caused by her threatening the Holy Son with her life twice.

"Lin Yun, go quickly, don't be stubborn!" Mo Yu almost begged.

Lin Yun didn't say anything or explain, because he knew that even if he explained, Mo Yu wouldn't believe it.

Only by speaking with facts.

"The black witch teaches my relatives and friends, and they should be punished!"

After Lin Yun finished speaking, he punched the Holy Son directly.

"The first 18 styles of the Avenue, the first style of the Broken Mountain style!"

After reaching the middle stage of Tongshen Realm, the power of the Eighteen Styles of the Great Dao will also increase.

However, Lin Yun's punch did not look like there was no momentum and was not fast, just like an ordinary person practicing Tai Chi.

However, the saint of the Black Witch Sect had a bright green light in his eyes, his black robe swelled up, and his body bent slightly, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Bang!

Lin Yun punched the Black Witch Sect's body firmly, and directly smashed the Black Witch Sect's body into pieces.

Just die like this?

Lin Yun closed his fists and stood there, quietly looking at the reappearing of the Black Witch Sect's Holy Son in the open space a few meters away.

Ma Yuhua and his wife beside each other were shocked: "How is this possible!"

"The punch just now was obviously dull, why did the Holy Son use the witch puppet clone to resolve it?"

"Did that punch look plain but is actually extremely powerful?"

Grandma Yu also looked puzzled: "Saint, this kid punched the Black Witch Sect's saint who wasted a witch puppet clone. How could this be possible!"

Mo Yu also looked at Lin Yun in surprise. Although she could not feel the power of Lin Yun's punch just now, since the Black Witch Sect's Holy Son wasted a witch puppet clone, it proved that the power of that punch was absolutely extremely powerful.

Mo Yu said loudly: "This is a witch puppet clone, which needs to be practiced in advance. Every time one is refined, from a few years to a few decades, each clone is a life, which is extremely precious. Over the years, the Holy Son of the Black Witch Cult has refined three clones to save his life at critical moments."

"So that's it!" Although Lin Yun didn't know how the Holy Son of the Black Witch Cult avoided, he still understood the principle.

This is the combination of witchcraft and martial arts.

But this is different from the external incarnation or external incarnation of an immortal cultivator. His clone can only be used to withstand attacks, but cannot be attacked. It is a unique trick to save your life.

Moreover, this kind of witch puppet clone should choose the materials in advance and then use various witchcraft to refine it. It is like a magic weapon, and the success rate should be very low.

Lin Yun guessed right. This kind of witch puppet clone is the material selected in advance, and this material is a living person.

The Holy Son of the Black Witch Cult has been looking for a lot of materials for so many years, and finally he has refined three.

Moreover, not everyone can become his material, because when he refines, he will use a lot of medicines and needs to find someone with a special physique.

If you speak medically, this kind of person has an anti-allergic constitution.
Chapter completed!