After I became the underworld, global terror descended

Chapter 410: Strange Immortal Technique
A wisp of fairy air surrounded Qihui.

He seemed to have a presence that could not be provoked.

Qihui raised his hand and slapped Molin.

This feeling was like a mountain, crushing down on Mo Lin.

Mo Lin stepped back, avoiding Qi Hui's attack.

There is no doubt about it, this is the magic.

This fairy air is real.

Mo Lin once obtained a ray of immortal energy from Xin Ziruo.

That wisp of fairy spirit is much weaker than Qihui's fairy spirit.

"No one can steal my magic. No one can." Qihui roared.

Mo Lin raised his hand, and the Netherworld Fire surged out, condensing into a flaming palm in front of him and attacking Qihui.

The next moment, Mo Lin's Netherworld Fire was dispersed by Qihui.

The Qin Wang Sword is now useless in suppressing the three little fairy ghosts.

This resulted in Mo Lin only being able to use the divine fire.

Nanming Lihuo!

Merlin scolded again.

Orange-red flames surged out and suppressed Qihui again.

At the same time, Mo Lin directly used the divine fire skill.

"Youdu: Sea of ​​Fire."

"Divine Fire Skill: Divine Beast Suppresses Demons."

The two great fire skills are used.

Fight against Qihui's magic.

The houses around collapsed.

Mo Lin fights Qi Hui.

Mo Lin soon realized one thing: Qihui's magic was not comprehensive.

He just mobilized the spiritual energy, but did not use any magic.

It seems like he can’t use any magic.

It is possible that he has not fully mastered the magic.

Mo Lin didn't know the specific reason.

At present, we only know that Qihui cannot use the complete magic.

This is an opportunity for Mo Lin.

Mo Lin relied on the two divine fires to directly crush Qihui.

Qihui is at a disadvantage.

Qihui's body trembled violently, and a shadow appeared on his body.

Look carefully, this is a fox fairy.

A fox tail swept towards Mo Lin.

Mo Lin had no time to dodge and was hit directly by the fox's tail, sending his body flying back more than a meter.

Immortal technique: transformation.

The magic technique that Qihui learned is transformation.

At this moment, he was like a fox fairy in person, and every time he took action, he was accompanied by a terrifying sense of oppression.

Only because Mo Lin possesses the two divine fires can he resist.

If it were someone else, they would have perished long ago.

Zhu Ci had no choice but to retreat backwards and leave the battle range between Mo Lin and Qi Hui.

Mo Lin raised his right hand, and the Netherworld Fire and the Southern Ming Fire appeared in the air, merged into a long sword, and slashed towards Qihui.

Qihui raised his right hand and directly blocked Mo Lin's full-strength attack.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Lin saw a crack appear on Qihui's body.

After all, he is old and cannot withstand the baptism of immortal energy.

His physical body could not withstand this terrifying immortal power.

This is a good thing for Mo Lin.

As long as time is delayed, Qihui will surely die.

So Mo Lin started a war of attrition.

No attack, just defense.

Just consume it with Qihui.

As time went by, more and more cracks appeared on Qihui's body.

Every time he used his strength, a crack would appear on his body.

It's only a matter of time before death.

Finally, Qihui's body could not withstand this magical power and he exploded in the air.

And then he died.

It was magical, no one expected that Qihui would die in this way.

Mo Lin looked at the three little fairy ghosts in the distance.

"Master of the underworld, spare my life." A little fairy ghost knelt on the ground and begged for mercy in front of Mo Lin. Qihui was dead, and they were all ownerless ghosts now.

These three little fairy ghosts are still useful to Mo Lin.

Merlin did not kill them.

"Where did Qihui learn the magic?" Mo Lin asked a little fairy ghost.

"The Kingdom of Ten Thousand Immortals."

A little fairy ghost said slowly to Mo Lin: "Ghosts have their own ghost world, and fairies have their own fairy world.

The Wanxian Kingdom is a place founded by wild immortals."

The little fairy ghost spoke to Mo Lin truthfully.

"This old man seems to be a mental patient."

Zhu Ci found a bag of psychiatric drugs from somewhere and spoke slowly to Mo Lin.

These medicines should be the ones Qihui took before he died.

"Qihui was originally a normal person. Later, he learned magic and his mental state gradually became unstable, so he started taking mental medicine." The little fairy ghost explained to Mo Lin.

From the previous conversation between Mo Lin and Qi Hui, Mo Lin felt that Qi Hui was mentally ill.

Zhu Ci came to Mo Lin with a serious face and said, "The magic is too evil, you'd better not learn it."

Zhu Ci was not jealous of Mo Lin, he was just reminding Mo Lin with good intentions.

He also saw Qihui's condition just now.

Qihui was actually killed by his own magic.

Mo Lin gave a bitter smile, "I have no choice."

Zhu Ci opened his mouth and could only sigh softly.

He was very clear about Mo Lin's current situation.

On one side is Yingyun's family, and on the other side is Xishan's mortal enemy, Xin Ziruo.

If Mo Lin didn't learn the magic, how could he take revenge?
Mo Lin waved his arm, and three little fairy ghosts fell into the palm of Mo Lin's hand.

"Tell me in detail how to learn immortal arts." Mo Lin asked the little immortal ghost.

"Go straight along this road, there is a basement, and in the basement, there is a fox skin."

The little fairy ghost said to Mo Lin.

Mo Lin quickly arrived at the basement and found the fox skin.

This fox skin is hard, black and smells bad.

It stinks so bad that it makes me sick just by smelling it.

"This is the key to the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Immortals."

The little fairy ghost said to Mo Lin: "If you hold this fox skin when you sleep at night, your soul will leave your body and go to the Land of Ten Thousand Immortals."

"I don't know exactly how to learn immortal arts. You will know once you go to the Land of Ten Thousand Immortals."

So, Mo Lin endured the stench and put the fox skin away.

"Before, when I had a dream, two little ghosts were talking about magic in my ears. What was going on?" Mo Lin asked the little ghosts.

"That is a kind of soul-stealing technique, a means of entering into dreams through greed." The little fairy ghost told Mo Lin truthfully.

Mo Lin nodded and said nothing more.

Zhu Ci followed Mo Lin back to the Tianwang Temple.

Night falls.

Everything seemed exceptionally peaceful.

"Mo Lin, this magic is too weird." Zhu Ci advised Mo Lin again: "How about you think about it?"

Mo Lin sat in a chair, lost in thought.

Zhu Ci took out his phone and looked at it, then said to Mo Lin, "Do you know this person named Qin Yuyu?"

Mo Lin turned his head and looked at Zhu Ci's phone.

There is a line of big words on the phone screen.

"Qin Yuyu is an evil Buddhist who massacres ordinary people."

“This is my message network, this is the message my friend sent me.

I heard that this Qin Yuyu is very terrifying, and even the Thirteen Colored Red Dust Immortals are no match for her.

It is said that she caused a big commotion in Daling Mountain a few days ago, forcing Zhen Lingling to summon the immortal body of Zhenwu Emperor, and only then was she forced to retreat. "

Qin Yuyu?
Mo Lin was very familiar with this name.

At the beginning, Mo Lin was suppressed by thirteen evil Buddhas in Daling Mountain.

Mo Lin's Netherworld Fire and Nanming Fire were trapped by the fireproof cover.

When Mo Lin was facing life and death, it was Qin Yuyu who stepped in to help Mo Lin resolve the crisis.

Qin Yuyu sacrificed herself to help Mo Lin overcome the crisis.

Mo Lin will never forget this kindness in his life.

She should be dead.

Why alive again?

"Didn't she die in Daling Mountain?" Mo Lin asked Zhu Ci.

"He must have been forced to sign some kind of treaty during his lifetime, and after his death, his body was used by someone else," Zhu Ci analyzed.

(End of this chapter)