The God Of War Forging System

In the void, Lin Ming, who had slowly retracted his killing intent, curled his lips and said.    

Indeed.    

He had never thought of letting this assassin live.    

After all.    

These guys were a huge hidden danger. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that these people could even successfully assassinate experts like Su Changqing.    

How could Lin Ming let him live?    

Cutting the grass required removing the roots from the roots. This had nothing to do with ruthlessness. Instead, Lin Ming had come to this cruel world and learned the first law of survival.    

Vermilion Bird, who was in the void, rolled her eyes.    

She knew that this cruel guy had not let these bad guys go.    

However, it was exactly what she wanted.    

He turned into an adorable Vermilion Bird and landed on Lin Ming's shoulder, rubbing his neck.    

There was a whooshing sound.    

She turned into a ray of light and entered Lin Ming's Dantian.    

At the same time.    

He put away the trembling Gold Lion that had been blasted into a sorry state.    

"So poor!"    

Lin Ming sighed with emotion.    

This group of assassins was really poor. They had taken out the few weapons that he had brought out. On their bodies, there were only a few pieces of pills and Spirit Stone that could be used for recovery.    

Thinking about it, these guys would always leave some treasures in the stronghold when they were carrying out their mission.    

Shaking his head, Lin Ming smiled and didn't mind.    

Furthermore.    

After all, a mosquito was still meat.    

Lin Ming put it away.    

Also, the five soul devouring chains were all at the Human Rank Low Grade, and the other five assassination swords were all at the Human Rank High Grade.    

The value of these chains wasn't bad, so he put them away with a flip of his hand.    

On the contrary, Lin Ming found hundreds of Spirit Stones, an Earth Rank Low Grade cultivation technique, as well as some random spiritual herbs and Spirit Weapon from Shangguan Ye's storage ring.    

Hu!    

Sure enough, killing someone was the best way to make a fortune.    

Lin Ming was quite satisfied.    

He checked his body and found that the wounds he had left had all healed.    

Even the scars were gradually becoming fainter.    

He couldn't help but sigh in admiration. The Fiendgod Tyrant Body Spell was so terrifying. It was only the First Layer, but it was already so terrifying.    

"Eh?"    

"This is...!!"    

Suddenly.    

Lin Ming saw a mini scroll at the corner of the clothes of the last killer squad leader he killed.    

If he didn't look carefully...    

He wouldn't have discovered it at all.    

Whoosh.    

Lin Ming rushed out.    

He grabbed the young man's hand and opened it. Soon, the young man's face revealed an excited and cruel smile.    

After finding a pond, Lin Ming tore his ragged clothes apart and threw himself into it.    

He cleaned up the bloodstains on his body and changed into a clean long robe made of moonlight.    

He sat down cross-legged and swallowed a mouthful of Geocentric Emulsion essence. Then, he held a Spirit Stone in each of his hands, restoring the true essence within his body.    

"Right now, I still need to increase the level of my cultivation method."    

"If I can upgrade my cultivation technique to the Earth Rank, I'm afraid that the rate of recovery will be ten times faster than now."    

The youth murmured.    

A few hours later.    

The youth adjusted his condition to its peak.    

At this moment, the void had become slightly dimmer. Lin Ming, who had shot out, was like a ghost, walking in the shadows.    

Whoosh.    

An hour later.    

The youth appeared on top of a cliff.    

Below him was a simple stockade.    

However.    

The surroundings of the stockade were filled with a thick murderous aura, as if there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood.    

"Ghost Kill Battalion."    

Lin Ming muttered.    

This was the scroll that he had found on the body of the captain of the assassins. It recorded an uninhabited place in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.    

At the Underworld Assassin Training Camp.    

Of course.    

Lin Ming didn't come here to stroll around.    

Instead.    

He wanted to uproot this Ghost Slaughter Camp.    

It wasn't Lin Ming's personality to be chased by the Underworld and not fight back.    

Even though he was facing the Underworld, which had once caused countless of warriors to pale in fear, the young man still chose to attack without hesitation.    

Revenge didn't last night, so one had to take advantage of the heat to recover.    

This was Lin Ming's idea.    

Ten years was not too late for a gentleman to seek revenge.    

In Lin Ming's eyes, it was all bullshit.    

A man's nature was to kill decisively and avenge others.    

A cruel and cold smile emerged on Lin Ming's face. He twisted his body, and with a swoosh, like a dark shadow, he gradually approached the Ghost Slaughter Camp!    

"Kill, kill!"    

"You piece of trash, get up. Next, ten more people will come in. Remember, only one person can walk out of this cage."    

A furious shout came from a tent outside the cave.    

Some of the sentries outside the Ghost Slaughter Camp had their necks bent in a strange way, and they were all dead.    

Lin Ming looked through the gap in the tent.    

He saw.    

Ten eleven or twelve years old youths entered the cold iron cage that was stained with reddish-brown blood once again.    

In the corner.    

A girl holding a blood blade curled up in the corner was trembling.    

Her body was covered in corpses.    

It was likely that she had been killed by him.    

"Trash, get up and fight!"    

The large man whose chest was exposed and whose chest was extremely exposed cursed furiously.    

Pah!    

A whip shadow landed on the girl in the corner, causing her body to tremble.    

"Kill her first!"    

The ten youths who had just entered had vicious expressions on their faces. They didn't seem like a group of eleven or twelve year old youths at all.    

Sou, Sou, Sou.    

In an instant.    

The ten youths were like hungry wolves as they pounced towards the little white rabbit. They directly pounced towards the curled up young girl, who held a sharp blade in her hand.    

"Chi, chi, chi, chi."    

"Ah!"    

The sound of the air being torn apart could be heard as the sharp blade in the young girl's hand slashed out a terrifying cold light.    

Soon, the dozen or so youths were killed.    

"Sword intent. Furthermore, it's the strongest killing sword intent in the sword intent!"    

Lin Ming's pupils constricted.    

"Hahaha, good, good! Little girl, you will definitely become the trump card of my Ghost Slaughter Camp!"    

The burly man laughed.    

Bang.    

But.    

All of a sudden, his laughter came to an abrupt halt.    

The man's head exploded.    

An extremely handsome youth walked out from behind him.    

"Kill him!"    

This was the Underworld's place to train assassins, and there wasn't a single good person here.    

When the youths saw this newcomer who was four or five years older than them, they actually ambushed and killed their instructor.    

They were immediately incomparably excited. As long as they killed Lin Ming, they would definitely be rewarded.    

"Get lost!"    

"Haoran Print!"    

Boom.    

The earth trembled. The dozens of youths that charged forward were quickly killed by Lin Ming.    

These fellows had long gone mad. They were bloodthirsty like their lives. If they didn't get rid of them, they would become a group of scourges sooner or later.    

After all, this was only an assassin training camp in the Underworld, and the burly man that Lin Ming killed was an Early Period of Origin Core Stage warrior.    

He didn't look at any more formidable experts.    

This made the young man a bit disappointed.    

This bit of interest probably wasn't even worth as much as a mosquito bite to the Underworld. It didn't hurt or itch at all.    

Crack.    

Lin Ming opened the huge iron cage and was about to kill the little girl who had mastered the Slaughter Sword Intent.    

After all.    

When this girl grew up, she would definitely become a great assassin.    

Lin Ming was not the Virgin Mary. He did not care about the life and death of others. However, even if there was a slight possibility that she could threaten his family and friends.    

He wanted to kill her.    

"Brother... Brother..."    

When the young girl saw Lin Ming, she immediately threw away the blood-red short sword. Tears streamed down her big eyes. Brother... Brother...