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"Devil, you're the devil!!"

The young man exhausted his last strength, and in his desperate struggle, his consciousness gradually blurred.

He never thought that as the number one killer in Southeast Asia, he would have the opportunity to become the number one killer in the world and become the king of the dark world.

He was going to die on a nameless street in China.

Except for the devil, he couldn't think of any words to describe Lin Junhe.

Hidden killing, chasing out corpses, those are all existences that can not necessarily be eradicated by using several grandmasters, and even real people who are in the same way.

And the man in front of him, he actually wiped out all of them with his own strength.

If he was given another chance, he swore that he would never step into Huaxia again for the rest of his life, this place was simply hell, the most terrifying place in the world, there were demons here!

He understands that this time, he was very wrong, but he has no chance to regret it, and there has never been a regret medicine in the world.

As a price, he had to pay with his life.

Twisting the young man's neck lightly, Lin Junhe's divine sense shrouded out again.

Soon, on the shores of a lake, the wizard's location was discovered.

A sneer crossed the corner of his mouth, and Lin Junhe approached directly towards the lakeside.

"Menchai, everything is done?"

On the shore of the lake, an old man in a black robe spoke slowly.

And the answer to him was a round object.

The old man slowly returned to his hometown, and when he saw the object that had just rolled under his feet, his expression couldn't help but change.

Because it was the head of Menchai, the number one killer in Southeast Asia.

"Oh, he actually failed, it seems that Grandmaster Huaxia is really not simple. ”

The old man raised his head and glanced at Lin Junhe with cold eyes.

If Menchai's eyes are poisonous snakes, then the old man's eyes are ten thousand years of ice.

Just looking at it makes you feel bitterly cold.

And his bark-like skin and ugly face make people feel palpitations subconsciously.

"Are you the wizard Ba Song?" Lin Junhe looked calm and slowly approached the old man.

The old man nodded lightly and said slowly: "Little guy, what do you want?"

"Since you have attacked me, you can only ask you to die. Lin Junhe said lightly.

And the old man suddenly laughed: "Kill me, do you have the ability to do this?"

"Oh, your bones, very good...... It just so happens that after killing you, I can use your bones to refine a bone staff. After the old man's voice fell, under the ground where he was, he suddenly trembled, and then the cement floor under Lin Junhe suddenly cracked, and countless evil ghosts crawled out from below, grabbing Lin Junhe's legs, as if they wanted to tear him apart, and wanted to drag him to the endless abyss

Go in.

"Ghost Raising Technique?" Lin Junhe's expression moved, then he shook his head again, and suddenly smiled: "It's just some illusions, and you dare to be embarrassed in front of me with this little means?"

As soon as you stomp your foot, thousands of ghosts and monsters suddenly disappear.

Where did the living ghosts come from, the cracked ground, and the surrounding area of the lake, still the same as before, without the slightest change.

Seeing this scene, the old man's face suddenly changed: "Oh, your ability is even more powerful than I imagined." ”

"But...... So what?"

As he spoke, the old man took out a bone staff that was as black as ink from his arms, and then pointed towards Lin Junhe.

Suddenly, the entire lakeside was surrounded by a strong wind, as if there were evil spirits constantly whistling.

And by Lin Junhe's side, countless ghosts and monsters began to condense and approach him.

For a while, the place where Lin Junhe was located seemed to have become a ghost.

And these ghosts are still increasing, and they are like thousands of troops.

At this moment, the lake behind the old man suddenly had a violent turmoil.

The waves of water spread rapidly in all directions, and only a terrifying roar was heard.

In the middle of the lake, a full three dragons appeared.

It's just that these giant dragons, only the skeleton remains, and they look extremely terrifying and terrifying, and they pounce directly towards Lin Junhe with a bloody mouth.

Such a terrifying scene, if ordinary people saw it, I am afraid that they would have been frightened to the point of losing their minds.

However, Lin Junhe was still indifferent.

A smile appeared on his face, and his eyes suddenly widened, and a touch of red gold burst out of his eyes.

"It's just some illusion, break it for me!"

"Boom!"

In the midst of this endless ghostly vein, suddenly nine more golden dragons, spitting flames from their mouths, appeared out of thin air.

But in an instant, these ghosts, bone dragons, all disappeared and ceased to exist!

And the lakeside, once again, has been restored.

Aside from the shocked old man, there were some ghosts and bone dragons.

This is still an illusion.

"Impossible...... Impossible, how can anyone break my illusion, are you also from the Wumen?" The old man's expression changed greatly, and he looked at Lin Junhe, his face was full of incredulity, as if he had seen something impossible.

"Witch Gate?"

Lin Junhe shook his head and said indifferently: "I have a glance, but I can break through the vanity, why do I need anything else?"

"Hiss......"

The old man gasped, turned around and ran directly: "This time I miscalculated, next time, next time we meet again, you won't have such good luck!"

"Want to go?" Lin Junhe smiled coldly: "Can you go?"

When the voice fell, his eyes flashed with a touch of red gold again.

On the old man's body, a trace of fire suddenly appeared.

As soon as the old man's expression changed, he wanted to slap it, but then he immediately sneered: "Boy, you haven't even cast a spell, where did the flame come from, this is just an illusion...... Right?"

As the old man spoke, his expression suddenly became extremely frightened.

Because, that ray of flame, in an instant, swallowed his whole person.

"How is ......that possible! Is this true?"

The old man roared wildly, trying to extinguish the flames on his body by all means.

However, he is just doing useless work.

Lin Junhe smiled coldly, put his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "Who told you that this is an illusion?"

"No...... No...... Not ......"

The old man roared and screamed and struggled wildly, and then was burned to ashes by the merciless flames.

The day, at this time, finally dawned.

From the east, the sun slowly rises and sets.

Lin Junhe walked indifferently towards the daylight, as if nothing had happened, and what happened last night was just a dream. The night of the killings is finally over.