After I became the underworld, global terror descended

Chapter 392 Disaster strikes
That’s right, Cui Xinyun and Mo Lin are not related by blood.

There is one thing that everyone knows, the two of them have a very good relationship.

And it’s especially good.

"If..." Zhen Lingling was about to say something when she was interrupted by Mo Lin.

"No."

Mo Lin's words were sonorous and powerful, without any hesitation at all.

Just rejected it directly.

He said that he would never let Cui Xinyun exchange her life with him.

Doesn’t this mean letting Cui Xinyun die?
Mo Lin is not selfish enough to let a woman die for him.

"But when disaster strikes, how can you withstand it?"

Zhen Lingling said to Mo Lin very seriously: "If you are not careful, you will really die.

If you die this time, you will really die, and there will not be another Su Yunling to save you."

Zhen Lingling didn't try to scare Mo Lin, she was just telling the truth.

People who are destined to be successful are born, while people who are destined to prevent disasters die.

This is not a prophecy, this is a rule.

Jiang Yun and the others did not respond, but their expressions were very solemn.

"Can I do it?"

Jiang Yun smiled and asked, "Can I exchange my life for Brother Mo?"

Mo Lin and others were all looking at Jiang Yun at this time.

"My life was saved by Brother Mo. Besides, I am not as capable as Brother Mo. It is worth it to exchange my life for Brother Mo's life." Jiang Yun smiled.

She wasn't trying to show off, she really meant it and was just expressing her thoughts.

"Maybe not." Zhen Lingling said slowly.

"Maybe? Does that mean there is a chance?" Jiang Yun asked, seizing the loophole in Zhen Lingling's words.

This is a matter of death, and it is not a good thing.

Jiang Yun's performance surprised you all.

"No need." Mo Lin refused directly.

The last time someone died in Daling Mountain, Mo Lin was caught off guard.

Why do you want him to die based on the words of a disaster warder?
joke.

Since Mo Lin said so, Zhen Lingling didn't say anything else.

So everyone skipped this topic and talked about some pleasant topics.

Mo Lin introduced Mo Qingqing to everyone, and Jiang Yun and others had a very happy chat with Mo Qingqing.

Night is falling!

The silvery moonlight fell on the ground, and the sound of frogs could be heard from deep in the woods.

It's summer before we know it.

The temperature change can be clearly felt.

There are very few ghosts outside nowadays.

Ever since the Naihe Bridge lineage was destroyed in the underworld, the terrifying night has fallen.

There are not so many ghosts appearing in the human world.

I remember when Mo Lin first returned to the human world, he could see ghosts everywhere.

At that time, few people dared to go out at night.

Zhen Lingling, wearing a very thin gray-white short-sleeved shirt, came to Mo Lin's side.

"Would you not consider exchanging lives?"

Zhen Lingling specifically went to Mo Lin to discuss this matter.

"I've read many divinations. This time a disaster is coming, you'll have a narrow escape from death." Zhen Lingling said very tactfully.

In fact, when she told Molin about his fortune, she predicted that he would die ten times out of ten.

Taoist practitioners all believe in this to some extent.

"What disaster will happen to me?"

Mo Lin asked Zhen Lingling, "Is it Xin Ziruo who is against me? Or is it Ying Yunren who is against me?"

Zhen Lingling shook her head, "Not sure."

She doesn't know about this kind of thing.

"Some strange things are happening over at Yunhua Road. There is no daytime over there anymore. There is a very strange creature that is spreading little by little."

"Night." Mo Lin slowly uttered two words.

Mo Lin knew a little about Ye Mu's affairs.

After all, he had experienced some things in the night.

“Having a Dao treasure can prevent being eroded by the Night. You can arrange for someone to go over and investigate the reason why the Night was born.

Mo Lin said slowly to Zhen Lingling.

"Okay." Zhen Lingling nodded.

Mo Lin looked up at the half-moon, opened his arms, and lay back on the smooth floor.

Then, Mo Lin took out a gray-yellow long sword.

The Sword of King Qin is one of Mo Lin’s many trump cards.

Before the disaster struck, Mo Lin chose to sacrifice the sword.

Gather the power of Taoism into the Sword of King Qin and activate the full power of the Sword of King Qin.

This is a delicate job.

The next thing for Mo Lin was very simple.

He would offer sacrifice to the sword every day, then take Mo Qingqing out for a walk and buy some food.

Just counting the time.

Western Hills.

A gorgeously dressed woman stood above the hall and asked a Buddha statue in front of her.

"When are you going to start?"

This Buddha statue is about one meter tall and emits a black mist.

"I won't be able to sleep until Mo Lin dies."

Xin Ziruo gritted her teeth and roared, "You said you were preparing a month ago. It's been a month, and you're still not ready?"

"You asked for flesh and blood, and I gave it to you; you asked for souls, and I gave them to you as well.

I have met all your requests, when will you meet my request?"

If Xin Zi goes deeper and deeper into cooperation with this group of evil Buddhas, there will be no turning back.

What she wanted was to get rid of Mo Lin.

She couldn't sleep until she got rid of Mo Lin.

As long as she gets rid of Mo Lin, she can obtain the immortal inheritance.

Then fight for the chance of eternal life, and your life will be complete.

As for what the human world becomes, it has nothing to do with her.

"Tomorrow afternoon, at Daling Mountain, we will destroy Mo Lin."

A deep voice spread throughout the hall.

The sound echoed in the hall.

Hearing these words, Xin Ziruo's brows gradually relaxed.

This is what she wanted to hear most.

Mo Lin had just completed the sword sacrifice.

Mo Lin discovered something very strange.

The whole sky was filled with a yellow mist.

The originally azure sky was now covered by yellow clouds.

It was as if something was about to appear from the sky.

At the foot of Daling Mountain, a bald monk, about one meter tall, came to Daling Mountain barefoot.

This bald monk has Buddhist beads hanging around his neck and has a very handsome appearance.

It's like being a teenager.

But his eyes lack the innocence of a child.

"What do you do?" a man asked the bald monk.

The bald man just waved his hand, and the man fell on his back, his life or death unknown.

"Mo Lin, you have killed many of my fellow disciples. Do you know your crime?" the little monk questioned Mo Lin.

Mo Lin looked at the little monk and this time he discovered that the little monk was not some evil Buddha, but a real person.

"Evil Buddha?" Mo Lin spat out the two words vigilantly.

"Evil Buddha? This word is really ugly." The little monk said to himself.

"What do you do?" Jiang Yun asked warily when she saw a stranger appear.

"Take Mo Lin's life."

The young monk opened his hands and shouted loudly: "Buddhas are coming!"

In the sky, the yellow clouds parted and the dark light fell on the ground.

Huge Buddha shadows emerged and then descended to the ground.

Mo Lin took a quick look and saw at least thirteen Buddhas.

These are all golden bodies of evil Buddhas that have been watered in flesh and blood.

The figures of thirteen evil Buddhas fell on the Daling Mountain.

Jiang Yun originally wanted to take action, but at the moment she was about to take action.

It was pushed away by an invisible force.

Only then did she realize that she was not even qualified to participate in this battle.

(End of this chapter)