The saint son of the Black Witch Cult glared at Mo Yu, his eyes full of green light.

"I advise you to challenge my patience limits in a row."

"If you are disobedient, I don't mind making you a walking corpse, and it won't prevent me from taking over as the leader."

Mo Yu's face darkened, and he couldn't help but take a step back, not daring to look at the Black Witch Sect's Holy Son.

Mo Yu knew very well that the Holy Son of the Black Witch Cult killed people like a slap, and he could do it as he could say it.

"You have no chance." Lin Yun's faint voice sounded, still with that indifferent attitude, like a god, looking down at the ant.

The Black Witch Son smiled harshly: "Boy, I admit that you are very strong. I'm afraid you are already at the level of a great master, but I'm not an ordinary warrior, and you can't imagine my methods at all."

After saying that, the Holy Son of the Black Witch Cult suddenly retreated, and a strange musical instrument with a simple shape appeared in his hand, like a conch.

Mo Yu, Ma Yuhua and Grandma Yu exclaimed at the same time: "Gala Magic Flute!"

"Boy, go and die!" The saint son of the Black Witch Sect laughed strangely, and the Jiala magic flute was placed in the palm of his hand. Suddenly, a strange whimpering scream sounded.

This Bujiala magic flute is not blown with your mouth, but is triggered by true energy or spiritual power. This is a method of attacking the soul.

Witchcraft is indeed a bit tricky.

The whimpering sound that was like a child crying and unable to make a sound was like the stroke of a fingernail on the glass.

Ma Yuhua screamed at his wife in horror: "Cover your ears and keep your mind. The Gala Demon Dim will not distinguish between me. If you can't resist it, your mind will be destroyed and you will become a walking corpse!"

Mo Yu and Grandma Yu covered their ears with both hands. Seeing that Lin Yun was still carrying his hands on her back and standing still, Mo Yu immediately shouted anxiously: "Lin Yun, cover his ears and keep his mind in mind!"

Lin Yun did not answer, but just quietly felt the soul impacts emitted by the Jiala Demon Flute.

If it is the soul of an ordinary warrior, most of them cannot withstand the soul impact of this intensity. However, the Emperor of the Sky has almost never destroyed his soul. The mere spiritual attack methods in the human world are like tickling him.

Moreover, this feeling is very pleasant, just like someone is rinsing your body with warm water.

Lin Yun even closed his eyes comfortably, looking like he was enjoying himself.

"It's over!" Mo Yu couldn't help but close his eyes: "Looking at Lin Yun's appearance, he was clearly confused by the magic sound of the Jiala Demon Flute, and his soul will be captured soon."

Mo Yu wanted to step forward desperately and wake Lin Yun up, but now she also had to fight against the devilish sound of Jiala. Once she was distracted, she would be confused.

What to do? What to do?

Mo Yu was anxious, but had no choice but to shout at the Black Witch Sect Saint: "Enough, stop quickly! He has lost himself, don't blow anymore!"

The eyes of the Black Witch Sect's Holy Son were exposed outside, and the green light flickered and darker. It was obvious that his mood was in a very exciting moment.

Although he couldn't see his face, he could imagine that he must be excited now.

"This kid made me lose a witch puppet clone. I will turn you into a walking corpse to refine a new witch puppet clone!"

The saint son of the Black Witch Sect naturally would not spare Lin Yun easily. His Jiala Demon Flute was used for the first time, and Lin Yun was not careful, so he was beaten. If he used for the second time, the effect would be greatly reduced.

Lin Yun is strong, far superior to him, so he will never let Lin Yun go no matter what.

Ten minutes later, Ma Yuhua and Mo Yu next to them both collapsed on the ground. When they were about to faint, the Holy Son of the Black Witch Cult stopped playing.

Lin Yun had already closed his eyes and felt like he was asleep, like a walking corpse who had lost his mind.

"Hahaha..." The Black Witch Sect's Holy Son laughed proudly: "Boy, what can you do if you are stronger than me? Are you still going to be my witch puppet clone?"

"Fight with me, you're still far from it!"

Mo Yu, who was a little more awake, looked at Lin Yun, who was standing there with a slightly closed eyes and confused look on his face, and his face was ashamed: "It's over!"

"Lin Yun, why don't you listen to my advice and leave quickly? Now that I have even lost my life, my conscience will never be peaceful in my life!"

Mo Yu kept blaming himself and tears fell like rain.

Grandma Yu, who came to her senses, advised: "Saint, don't be too sad, it's because that boy is too arrogant. The Saint has advised him several times. It's because he is showing off himself and not listening to the Saint's advice, no one else can blame!"

Mo Yu looked at Lin Yun with a determined look on his face, and his mind was already filled with ambitions of death: "No matter what, he died to save me, and I must seek justice for him!"

As if he had heard something, Grandma Yu nervously advised: "Saint, don't do stupid things! The people of the Black Witch Sect are cruel and ruthless. They will really turn you into a walking corpse!"

Ma Yuhua and his wife also breathed a sigh of relief and recovered.

Looking at Lin Yun, who was standing still, Ma Yuhua sighed slightly, "If this kid didn't like to show off, why would this be like this? Alas, it's such a pity!"

"Captain Ma, go and put him away. When I go back, I will start to refine the witch puppet clone!" The saint son of the Black Witch Sect looked at Ma Yuhua and ordered.

"Yes!" Ma Yuhua knew that the Holy Son of the Black Witch Sect asked him to test whether Lin Yun was really dead or pretending, but he did not dare to disobey it.

Ma Yuhua walked over carefully, and everyone, including the Black Witch Sect's Holy Son, couldn't help but hold their breath, looking forward to the result.

Ma Yuhua stood in front of Lin Yun, but Lin Yun still didn't move.

Ma Yuhua glanced at the Holy Son, and the Holy Son winked. Ma Yuhua immediately stretched out his hand carefully to test Lin Yun.

"Oh!"

Lin Yun suddenly yawned.

"ah!"

Ma Yuhua sat on the ground in a fright, and hurriedly kowtowed to Lin Yun and begged for mercy: "Master, I am just responsible for waking you up, there is no malice!"

Ma Yuhua had already been scared by Lin Yun's strength. Now Lin Yun is actually holding the Jiala Magic Flute and it's okay, which shocked Ma Yuhua again.

He even believed in his heart that Lin Yun's strength must be higher than that of the Holy Son.

Lin Yun suddenly stretched out his hands and raised them up high.

Ma Yuhua was frightened and immediately knelt in front of Lin Yun quickly and kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Master, please spare me, please spare me, I really have no malice!"

Lin Yun stretched his arms comfortably, looked at Ma Yuhua, and said lightly: "Don't be nervous, I'm just moving my body."

Ma Yuhua suddenly turned red with an old face in shame. He moved his body and scared him like this. If it spreads out in the future, he won’t have to mess around.

Mo Yu looked at Lin Yun in surprise and shouted: "Lin Yun, are you okay?"

"Do you think I'm having something wrong? This level of soul attack is like taking a bath for me. I almost fell asleep so comfortable." Lin Yun's face seemed to be a little unsatisfied, and his attitude was extremely contemptuous.

Mo Yu rarely said coquettishly: "You... are so annoying. People who are in trouble thought you were confused by the Gala Demon Di and were frightened by you. You are so happy that you fell asleep!"

"I haven't encountered a soul attack for a long time. I can't help it. Sorry!" Lin Yun apologized to Mo Yu with a sincere look on his face, and directly ignored the Black Witch Sect's Holy Son next to him.

Grandma Yu looked at Lin Yun with shock: "You, how could you be fine? The Jiala Demon Dim is one of the strongest attack tricks of the Saint Son of the Black Witch Cult. Even if the martial arts master is confused, he will become a walking corpse!"
Chapter completed!