After I became the underworld, global terror descended

Chapter 373: Killing Bai Xu

When Jiang Yun saw the dark flames, her eyes instantly turned red.

"benefactor?"

Her first reaction was to think of Mo Lin.

After all, the Netherworld Fire belongs to Mo Lin.

"The benefactor is not dead?"

Jiang Yun shook her head. "Impossible. I saw him die in Xishan with my own eyes. He can't be dead."

Suddenly, Jiang Yun's pupils shrank suddenly.

His eyes instantly turned red.

"benefactor!"

She rubbed her eyes to make sure she was not seeing things.

It’s really Mo Lin.

Mo Lin was not dead.

Not only did he not die, Mo Lin also came back.

Mo Lin, wearing a black coat, walked slowly towards them.

The moment Wu Binghai saw that Mo Lin was not dead, he was so happy.

"That's great, at least you're not dead, that's great." Wu Binghai shouted excitedly.

Some are happy and some are sad.

Jiang Yun and Wu Binghai were extremely happy at this moment.

Looking at Bai Xu again, his expression was as ugly as if he had eaten dog shit.

"not dead?"

Bai Xu stared at Mo Lin in surprise, "Why are you still alive?"

"I killed you with my own hands."

"How come you're not dead?"

Bai Xu didn't believe it a thousand times or ten thousand times.

But Molin was indeed standing in front of him alive.

Mo Lin didn't answer and just started to act.

The underworld fire surged out and covered Bai Xu.

"Rumble"

There was a loud explosion and Bai Xu was knocked back.

"If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time."

Bai Xu shouted and directly used the Twelve Colors of Wishes.

The twelve colors of willpower condensed into a huge sphere and smashed down hard on Mo Lin.

Mo Lin raised his hand and used Nanming Lihuo.

The Nanming Lihuo gushed out and condensed into a huge orange fireball in the air, smashing down hard on the twelve-colored wish ball.

The two forces collided with each other, and a wave of air surged out.

The next moment, Bai Xu rushed towards Mo Lin again.

Then he took out a box of silver-white covers and threw them away the next moment.

Mo Lin's Nanming Lihuo was directly extinguished by the white cover.

I don’t know what kind of magic weapon this is, but it can really restrain Mo Lin’s Nanming Lihuo.

"The Dark City Hellfire."

Mo Lin used the Netherworld Fire again, and the same thing happened again.

Mo Lin's Netherworld Fire was also extinguished by this black cover.

Only then did Mo Lin discover that Bai Xu's magic weapon could restrain Mo Lin's divine fire.

"Without the sacred fire, you are nothing." Bai Xu sneered at Mo Lin with disdain.

Without the divine fire, Mo Lin was even worse than Jiang Yun in front of him.

After all, Mo Lin is not even a red-world immortal now.

At that time, Mo Lin had his head chopped off by the Immortal-Slaying Ghost at Daling Mountain.

Mo Lin's strength dropped directly and has not recovered to this day.

"Without the divine fire, what can you use to fight me?" Bai Xu said to Mo Lin again.

Although his magic weapon was a replica and was only disposable, it was enough to deal with Mo Lin.

He didn't believe that Mo Lin could live a second time.

Jiang Yun became anxious when she saw that Mo Lin had no way to use the divine fire.

"My benefactor, please go first. I will find a way to stop him." Jiang Yun urged Mo Lin to leave.

"Mo Lin, you go first, we'll stop this guy." Wu Binghai also urged Mo Lin to leave.

As long as Mo Lin is alive, there is a chance to turn things around.

But if Molin died.

There is no hope in the human world anymore.

Mo Lin stood there, with no intention of leaving.

"Without the divine fire, I am still someone you can't afford to offend."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Lin took out the Yellow Spring Book and pulled it violently with his right hand.

The power of wish in the Yellow Spring Book was like a Yangtze River, flowing directly along Mo Lin's arm and into Mo Lin's body.

Mo Lin is like standing under a waterfall, being baptized by it.

One color wish power!
Three colors of wish power!

Five-color wish power! Seven-color wish power!

Nine colors of wish power!

Ten colors of vows!

The power of will surged out from around Mo Lin's body, and his strength increased directly.

This scene made Bai Xu dumbfounded.

This was the first time he encountered such an outrageous thing.

He had no idea how much effort he had put in to become a Twelve-Colored Red Dust Immortal.

But Molin actually possessed the ten-color wish power in less than a minute.

The difference between the two is really too great.

Mo Lin accomplished in just one minute what took Bai Xu nearly a lifetime to accomplish.

The color around Mo Lin's body was still changing.

Twelve color vows.

Thirteen color vows.

The color around Mo Lin's body stayed at the number thirteen.

At this moment, Mo Lin possessed thirteen colors of wish power.

It’s not that Molin can’t make further progress.

The thirteen-color wish power is already the limit.

It’s not that Mo Lin can only be a Thirteen-Color Red Dust Immortal, but that Thirteen-Color Red Dust Immortal is already the limit of this path.

Bai Xu's contemptuous expression just now disappeared in an instant, replaced by a serious look.

At this moment, he finally understood why the evil Buddha personally proposed that Mo Lin must be killed.

The evil Buddha even prepared an elaborate plan to kill Mo Lin.

He thought that the evil Buddha overestimated Mo Lin.

That doesn't seem to be the case now.

Mo Lin raised his hand, and thirteen colors of willpower surged out, covering Bai Xu.

"Heavenly Soldier Dharma Image!"

Bai Xu yelled and used his most valuable weapon.

A huge figure appeared behind him.

A celestial soldier in armor emerged.

This heavenly soldier, holding a spear, stabbed forward and broke Mo Lin's thirteen-color wish power.

Bai Xu waved his hand, and the heavenly soldier behind him swung his silver spear and stabbed at Mo Lin fiercely.

A terrifying aura erupted.

Just when the spear in the heavenly soldier's hand was about to pierce Mo Lin, an accident happened.

"Three Heads and Six Arms Dharma Appearance Technique."

Mo Lin snorted coldly.

A huge figure appeared behind him, a figure with three heads and six arms emerged.

Great God, the figure of the great god Nezha appears.

The red tasseled spear stabbed directly at the heavenly soldier in front.

Two figures fought together.

One is a heavenly soldier, the other is a great god.

The two are simply not on the same level.

Mo Lin, this is the heavenly and earthly form of Nezha, the great god of the Three Altars and Sea Assembly.

At this moment, Bai Xu showed a fearful look. He was scared at this moment.

Mo Lin has too many tricks up his sleeve, and he clearly realizes that he is no match for Mo Lin.

"Arhat, save me." Bai Xu shouted to the happy Arhat in the distance.

Mo Lin used his willpower to condense a three-pointed, two-edged sword.

The three-pointed, two-edged sword was swung forward and chopped off Bai Xu's head.

Bai Xu used the Heavenly Soldier Dharma Image to block Mo Lin's attack.

But at this time, Nezha's Dharma image also took action.

The three-pointed, two-edged knife slashed across Bai Xu's neck.

Blood splattered and Bai Xu was killed instantly.

When Happy Arhat arrived from afar, it was already too late.

Bai Xu is dead.

Happy Arhat stared at Mo Lin, "I knew it wasn't you who died last time."

The next moment, Happy Arhat waved his palm and slapped Mo Lin in the face.

The golden palm fell from the sky towards Mo Lin like a dark cloud.

Mo Lin was not afraid at all and used the image of the great god Nezha to fight against him.

The golden palm fought against the three-headed, six-armed Nezha.

Mo Lin successfully blocked Happy Arhat's attack.

"Black and white are impermanent!"

Merlin called out.

Facing Happy Arhat, Mo Lin dared not show mercy.

(End of this chapter)