After I became the underworld, global terror descended

Chapter 228 Too Arrogant
It seemed that the other party was coming for Mo Lin.

Blocking right in front.

Mo Lin knew nothing about the old man in front of him.

The old woman bent over and gave a strange smile.

This smile can't help but make people feel a little creepy.

"Say your identity?"

"I came to you to get something."

"what?"

"The Yellow Springs Book." The old woman said slowly.

When Mo Lin heard the three big words "Huangquan Book", he instantly became alert.

He had never mentioned the Yellow Springs Book to anyone.

The other party knew about the Yellow Springs Book at this time.

"Who asked you to come?" Mo Lin asked the old woman vigilantly.

The old woman did not answer this question. She said to Mo Lin again: "Hand over the Yellow Spring Book."

"dream."

Mo Lin would never hand over a treasure like the Yellow Springs Book.

Mo Lin's attitude was within the old woman's expectations.

The old woman slowly raised her hand, and a surge of willpower surged from her body.

The power of vows appears in four colors.

Four-color mortal fairy.

The old woman raised her hand and rushed towards Mo Lin.

The four-colored wish power surged in the air.

Mo Lin also took action.

Mo Lin raised his hand, and the same four-colored wish power surged out.

The moment the old woman saw Mo Lin using the four-color willpower, there was obvious surprise in her eyes.

"You are actually a four-color red dust fairy?"

Before she took action, she had never imagined that Mo Lin was actually a four-color mortal immortal.

Now things are in trouble.

In the case of the same Four-Colored Red Dust Immortal, she found it difficult to capture Mo Lin.

Two strands of four-colored wish powers collided with each other.

The old woman was shaken and fell back.

The next moment, the old woman turned around and prepared to leave.

The old woman knew that Mo Lin still had a trump card that he had not used.

She underestimated Mo Lin's methods.

Seeing the old woman preparing to run away, Mo Lin would not let her get away so easily.

Mo Lin raised his hand, and the Netherworld Fire gushed out, falling directly towards the old woman from the air like a waterfall.

Then they trapped the old woman in it, cutting off her escape route.

"Who asked you to come?" Mo Lin asked the old woman again.

"No one ordered me to do this. I came here on my own."

The old woman was obviously not prepared to reveal what was going on behind the scenes.

Mo Lin took action directly, and the Netherworld Fire enveloped the old woman.

The old woman was now struggling to use the four-color willpower to resist the attack of the Netherworld Fire.

The next moment, Mo Lin used the power of the Great Dao to condense a four-colored power sword, and slashed down at the old woman, ending her life.

Mo Lin searched the old woman's body carefully but found no useful clues, so he left.

Bringing Zhen Lingling back to the North Sea.

When you come to Beihai, you can clearly feel a cold and eerie aura.

Deep in the shadow.

Chen Xi appeared and knelt on the ground.

"Welcome back, sir." Chen Xi knelt in front of Mo Lin to greet him.

Behind Chen Xi, many ghosts knelt on the ground with their heads pressed tightly against the ground, not daring to look up at Mo Lin.

Mo Lin felt that the North Sea had changed.

It looks more like a ghost town than before.

There are even ghost guards here.

Some of the little ghosts are unfamiliar faces.

Mo Lin slowly said to Zhen Lingling behind him: "You will live here from now on."

"Okay." Zhen Lingling nodded and did not refuse.

She didn't care where she lived, as long as she had a stable place to live.

After making arrangements for Zhen Lingling, Mo Lin rushed back to Tianmen.

We can't leave Tianmen for too long. If we are discovered, we will be in trouble.

Tianmen. A lineage of mortal immortals.

on the square.

A man was hanging in the square at this time.

There were marks of whipping on the man's body, and his legs were covered in blood.

He was breathing weakly, with his head lowered, his wrists tied with ropes, hanging in front of a large wooden stake.

Some people sighed when they saw this scene.

This man is from the Red Dust Immortal lineage, the new king, Gan Jianhua.

Logically speaking, as long as he doesn't make any mistakes, his future will definitely be smooth sailing, and he may even be trained to become a captain-level player.

There is a bright future.

But Gan Jianhua actually made a mistake.

I heard that it was a deliberate revenge and he killed several Ghost Controlling disciples who had grudges against him.

So he was hung here to be punished.

Fu Shuang knew clearly that Gan Jianhua killed those people in order to help Mo Lin take Zhen Lingling away from Tianmen.

In the square, disciples of the Ghost Control Sect were guarding.

"What are you looking at?"

The Ghost Controlling Daoist disciple scolded the Red Dust Immortal disciple in front of him, "This is the fate of offending our Ghost Controlling Dao lineage."

The tone was particularly arrogant.

Although the people of the Hongchen Immortal lineage were not convinced, no one dared to stand up and say anything.

After all, everyone is afraid of getting into trouble.

After Mo Lin came back, he heard about Gan Jianhua.

So, Molin came to the square.

Gan Jianhua was seen covered in blood, hanging on a wooden stake, looking very miserable.

Gan Jianhua suddenly saw Mo Lin.

The corners of his mouth moved slightly. Although no sound could be heard, the shape of his mouth was visible.

It was obviously to tell Mo Lin that he was fine and asked Mo Lin not to worry about it.

This matter will be over soon.

Mo Lin knew that Gan Jianhua's current state was closely related to him.

"There's nothing special about being a new king!" A disciple of the Ghost Controlling Sect mocked Gan Jianhua.

Then the man picked up the whip and beat Gan Jianhua hard.

Gan Jianhua's body suddenly twitched in pain and he took a breath of cold air.

Mo Lin walked through the crowd and into the square.

"What are you doing?" A disciple of the Ghost Controlling Sect suddenly rushed forward and stopped Mo Lin.

Without any unnecessary words, Mo Lin kicked the man directly in the chest, sending him flying backwards.

So Mo Lin put Gan Jianhua down.

"Brother Mo, you are confused!"

Seeing Mo Lin fighting with the people from Yugui Dao, Gan Jianhua said anxiously: "They won't kill me, at most they will hang me for a few days."

"You are wrong, these people want to kill you." Mo Lin said to Gan Jianhua very seriously.

"Ah" Gan Jianhua was surprised.

Mo Lin did not explain to Gan Jianhua and protected Gan Jianhua behind him.

All the people from the Ghost Control Sect suddenly gathered in front.

There are about a dozen people.

"Boy, you dare to hit our Ghost Controlling People, are you looking for death?" Si Jiao scolded Mo Lin.

"This is the territory of our Red Dust Immortal lineage. We will not tolerate your arrogance."

Mo Lin scolded in a cold tone.

"You, the Red Dust Immortal lineage, are nothing!" Si Jiao scolded with disdain.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the people from the Red Dust Immortal lineage gathering around him.

The people of the Ghost Controlling Sect have been extremely arrogant these days.

The people of the Red Dust Immortal lineage have long been dissatisfied with them.

It's just because there is no one to take the lead, so everyone just endures it.

But Mo Lin stood up, so no one wanted to endure it anymore.

Mo Lin rushed forward, grabbed Si Jiao by the collar and scolded him, "How dare you kill someone? Who gave you the courage?"

There is something very wrong with the whip that the police officer is holding.

He seemed to be simply whipping Gan Jianhua.

There is actually a lot to it.

Every whipping took away a little bit of Gan Jianhua's life.

But Gan Jianhua himself didn't notice it.

(End of this chapter)