Chapter Four and Fifty: Black Witch Cult

Burma is a neighboring country of Huaxia. Its land area is not large, and its economic environment is not as good as that of Huaxia. However, the people here are tough, and there are various religions and streams emerging in endlessly. It is a paradise favored by many powerful evil sects or criminals.

There are many deep mountains and old forests, lakes and rivers, and it is a paradise for stowaways.

It was a cloudy and rainy day, and the whole world was shrouded in a hazy sky, which made people feel very depressed.

Swish! ! !

Suddenly, on the top of an endless mountain range in Myanmar, two figures appeared out of thin air, standing proudly on the top of the mountain, their eyes staring straight into the distance.

"According to the information provided by the intelligence, the headquarters of the Black Witch Cult is in the depths of a mountain twenty miles away. King's Landing, should we break in directly or something else..."

Wang Ziqiong said, Qiao Bin and others did not come this time, only Pei Junlin and Wang Ziqiong came, because this is Myanmar, although the people of the Yanhuang organization are not afraid of a tiny place, but if the people of the Yanhuang organization If you openly step in, you will inevitably be caught on the international front.

And more importantly, the pope of the Black Witch Cult is a strong man in the middle stage of the divine realm. Qiao Bin and others will not be of much use at all, so Pei Junlin and Wang Ziqiong are here!

When Wang Ziqiong's words fell, Pei Junlin's dark eyes immediately had a sharp light flashing away, and said indifferently: "Of course I broke in directly!"

"We are here to kill people this time, how could we come with such a polite gift?!"

"Ziqiong, when I fight the Pope of the Black Witch Cult later, just protect yourself!"

Wang Ziqiong nodded, and there was a murderous look on her beautiful and peerless face. She is now a strong person of the seventh rank of Xiantian, even if she loses to the ninth rank of Xiantian, if she wants to save her life, there is absolutely no problem.

The pure yin body, which is rare in a thousand years, is not just an excuse. With Wang Ziqiong's current cultivation base, there is no problem in leapfrog fighting.

"Okay! Then let's take a good look at it today. The so-called Black Witch Cult is powerful!"

boom! ! !

At the moment when Pei Junlin's voice fell, the breath of the whole body was released directly. In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color. The sky that was originally rainy and thunderous sounded directly, and the black clouds enveloped, and the energy of the sky and the earth began to boil.

And just as the world was changing color, Pei Junlin had already reached out to wrap his arms around Wang Ziqiong's soft waist, turning into an aurora, and coming out from the sky.

In mid-air, Pei Junlin's tongue burst into spring thunder, and a thunderous voice resounded for a hundred miles around: "Where is the Pope of the Black Witch Sect? Pei Junlin is visiting!!!"

In the deep old forest and the continuous mountains, Pei Junlin's voice caused echoes between countless mountains and ravines, and the torrent was endless.

At this time, in a deep mountain more than twenty miles away, there is an extremely ancient bluestone palace, and around this bluestone palace are densely packed villages, all of which are inhabited by people.

This is the well-known Black Witch Cult General Altar, and it is also the spiritual leader revered and worshiped by countless people in Myanmar, because the current pope of the Black Witch Cult is extremely powerful and unpredictable. It is said that he has the ability to bring the dead back to life, and he was directly sealed by the king of Myanmar. As the protector of the country, he is the supreme existence under one person and above ten thousand people.

This has led to the rise of the status of the Black Witch Cult, and the name of the Black Witch Cult is known to everyone in Myanmar.

A few days ago, there was spring rain in Myanmar, and it rained for several days, causing many people to have nothing to do and could only pass the time bored in the house.

Suddenly, a voice resembling the power of God came: "Where is the Pope of the Black Witch Sect? Pei Junlin is visiting!!!"

In an instant, everyone in the Black Witch Cult was shocked, and the children of the Black Witch Cult jumped up from the ground one by one, with expressions of shock and anger on their faces.

When the disciples ran out of the house, they found that a dark crowd had already gathered outside the Bluestone Palace, and the leader of them was a group of people wearing black cloaks, and their entire figures were shrouded in the cloaks.

These cloaked people exude a powerful aura and coercion one by one. They are the top leaders of the Black Witch Cult, and they are the most powerful camp besides the Pope.

Among them, there are many strong people at the innate level, and there are many strong masters.

As the largest religion in Myanmar, the Black Witch Cult is naturally extremely powerful and powerful. After years of accumulation, the Pope is as strong as a dragon.

"Who is so bold, dare to offend my Black Witch Cult?!"

An angry cloaked man yelled, never thought that as soon as he said those words, he would immediately be stared at by his companions, as if you were an idiot.

"Pei Junlin? Why does this name sound familiar to me? I seem to have heard it somewhere?" Another man in the cloak said to himself.

"A bunch of idiots, Pei Junlin is the one who became famous on the dark web recently, and killed two strong early-stage gods in a row! Now he is ranked seventh in the global early-stage god-land ranking!"

As soon as these words fell, everyone who was originally angry suddenly showed shock.

"What? So this Pei Junlin is a terrifying god-level powerhouse?!"

"It's bad, His Excellency the Pope is still retreating and cultivating in the back mountain. Now that Pei Junlin suddenly visits, we must not be able to resist it!"

Someone exclaimed, just like the so-called shadow of a famous tree, Pei Junlin's fame has spread all over the world, and almost everyone knows that a powerful force like the Black Witch Cult is naturally mixed up on the dark web. Recent events in King's Landing.

"Why panic, the Pope is just a latent cultivator and it's not that he is not in the main altar. Even if Pei Junlin is strong, don't forget, the Pope is a strong man in the mid-stage of the God Realm!"

There was an old and majestic scolding sound. The old man seemed to be very authoritative. As soon as the scolding sound fell, the panicked crowd gradually returned to silence.

That's right, their Lord Pope is a strong man in the mid-stage of God Realm, one level higher than that of Pei Junlin. What do they have to be afraid of? !

Whoosh! ! !

At this moment, there was a sharp piercing sound, and two figures pierced through the void in the distance, appearing in the sky above the Black Witch Cult, exuding a mighty coercion.

The aura belonging to the strong man in the divine realm enveloped most of the Black Witch Cult main altar, oppressing all the Black Witch Cult disciples with chest tightness, shortness of breath, and pale faces. Many low-level disciples simply vomited. The foam fell to the ground.

Under such terrifying mental coercion, even those cloaked people felt as if there was an invisible mountain pressing down on their heads, and they had to use their skills to resist.

"Pei Junlin, my Black Witch Cult has no grievances against you, you are so unscrupulous, appearing in my main altar, are you bullying my Black Witch Cult?!"

It was the very authoritative old man from before, who spoke angrily.

"No injustice or enmity? Heh!"

In the void, Pei Junlin, who was standing in the air, laughed directly when he heard the words, pinched the magic weapon with his hands, and directly removed the mana mask, revealing the peerless beauty of Wang Ziqiong beside him.

"You children of the Black Witch Sect bullied my wife and broke into my house wantonly, and now you say that I have no grievances with you. Your Black Witch Sect is really shameless!"

"Today, if you don't give me an explanation from the Black Witch Cult, just wait to be exterminated!!"

Boom!

At the moment when Pei Junlin's last sentence sounded like thunder, a more terrifying pressure of spiritual consciousness than before shrouded indiscriminately.

Immediately, screams full of pain rang out from below. A weak Black Witch Cult disciple held his head in his hands, and fell to the ground bleeding from his seven orifices. His expression was terribly painful, and then he died, dying in the blink of an eye. Hundreds of people.

Even some master masters staggered, spurting blood again and again, without any resistance.

This is the horror of a strong man in the divine realm!

Facing the weak, a single mental coercion can completely shock the weak to death!

"Pei Junlin, how dare you?!"

There was a roar of terrified anger, and the cloaked people were about to burst when they saw the tragic scene of hundreds of people killed and injured in the blink of an eye.

However, Pei Junlin seemed to have done a trivial thing, his expression was cold, without any emotional fluctuations.

As a former Shura general, killing from the heart, let alone destroying a few hundred people, even a large clan with tens of thousands of people, is commonplace.

The Black Witch Cult dared to target Prince Qiong and try to break into Pei's house without permission, which definitely touched Pei Junlin's heart. This trip to Burma was entirely for the purpose of killing people.

"Zhang Long, if you don't come out again, don't blame me for killing all your minions!!!"

Pei Junlin ignored the anger of a group of disciples of the Black Witch Cult. As a strong man in the divine realm, he had an arrogance in his heart. No matter how many ants he killed, it would be difficult to satisfy his inner desire.

"Zhang Long? Who is Zhang Long?!"

Hearing Pei Junlin's icy voice, the children of the Black Witch Cult looked bewildered.

And just when the children of the Black Witch Cult were at a loss, suddenly, a terrible aura of coercion erupted from the peaceful back mountain, and this aura was even stronger than the coercion emitted by Pei Junlin , mighty, like Tianwei.

"Pei Junlin, since you know who the leader of this sect is, how dare you trespass on my Black Witch Cult? Are you looking for death?!"

At the moment when that terrifying aura and coercion emerged, a hoarse and dry sound, like a gloomy and cold sound coming out of the friction between the cracks of stones, resounded throughout the sky.

All the disciples of the Black Witch Sect who heard this voice showed unconcealable surprise on their faces. They all knelt down and saluted, shouting: "Welcome to the leader! The leader is so mighty and omnipotent!"

That expression and gesture were full of incomparable fanaticism, as if a faithful believer saw the appearance of the leader in his heart.

In the void, Pei Junlin squinted his eyes, and the divine light burst out in his eyes, staring coldly at the depths of the back mountain of the Black Witch Cult.

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and he casually pushed Wang Ziqiong who was standing beside him, and shouted: "Back!"

In the next moment, he clenched a fist with one hand, squeezed the fist mark, and swung his fist into the void with a bang!

Boom!

A terrible sonic boom swept through the air, and the energy boiled, covering the sky and the earth.

The countless disciples of the Black Witch Cult below were so shocked that they lay on the ground and trembled. When the terrifying energy of the world dissipated, they saw a tall figure who was also covered in a black cloak in the void.