After I became the underworld, global terror descended

Chapter 472 Can You See Me?
The evil king's face turned red with anger.

"Mo Lin, you have nothing to do here, get out of here." The evil king scolded Mo Lin.

If Mo Lin was not the Six-Colored Red Dust Immortal, he would have definitely slapped Mo Lin to death.

Embarrass him.

Everyone present's eyes were focused on Mo Lin.

Mo Lin was not afraid at all. He ignored the words of the Evil King, stepped forward calmly, and then walked to the center.

Lu Xiao felt uneasy as he looked at Mo Lin who was in the spotlight.

Even if Mo Lin wanted to show off, he couldn't seek death like this, right?

Lu Xiao had a surprised expression on his face. This was really enough of living!

Little six-colored mortal fairy, don't take yourself too seriously.

"My brother, what are you doing?"

Lu Xiao walked forward with gritted teeth, then grabbed Mo Lin's clothes, trying to pull Mo Lin back.

But Mo Lin remained indifferent and couldn't pull it at all.

"You're really crazy." Seeing that Mo Lin was indifferent, Lu Xiao sighed helplessly, then backed away and ignored Mo Lin.

Mo Lin's action did not only offend the Evil King.

He had offended the three kings.

This is the first time I have met such a bold person who offended three kings at the same time.

From today onwards, there will be no place for Mo Lin to survive in the Xiuxian Palace.

Even if Mo Lin is a six-colored mortal immortal, it won’t work.

Mo Lin slowly raised his right hand and said, "What do you think of me?"

The evil king's expression gradually became impatient, and he asked Mo Lin: "What's going on?"

"Can I be the deputy hall master?" Mo Lin's voice was not loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

"A six-color mortal immortal, you want to be the deputy hall master?"

"Did I hear correctly?"

"Is this guy crazy?"

Everyone around mocked Mo Lin.

In their opinion, Mo Lin's words were the funniest things they had ever heard in their lives.

In their opinion, Molin is a complete psychopath.

"Fuck. Is this guy serious?" The most shocked person was definitely Lu Xiao.

Yesterday, Mo Lin told him that he wanted to be the deputy hall master, and he thought Mo Lin was joking.

Unexpectedly, Mo Lin was serious.

Lu Xiao even suspected that Mo Lin was mentally ill.

Normal people can't do this.

The evil king showed a contemptuous smile, "You are the deputy hall master?"

A sense of contempt welled up in the depths of his eyes.

Ming Wang also rebuked with disdain, "Are you worthy?"

"I don't know how much I weigh."

"How ignorant."

King Jing sneered at Mo Lin and said, "Only after you become a Thirteen-Colored Red Dust Immortal will you be qualified to come here and compete for the position of deputy hall master."

"What a coincidence. I am now the Thirteen-Colored Red Dust Immortal." Mo Lin said slowly.

"You kid, will you die if you don't pretend to be cool? You are obviously six colors." Lu Xiao's pupils suddenly shrank and he choked.

The moment he saw the thirteen colors of wish power surging in front of Mo Lin.

People are numb.

His mouth slowly opened, at a loss.

"Thirteen Colors of Wishes?"

"We were just talking casually, are you serious? Is it really the Thirteen Color Wishes?"

Lu Xiao's mood was like a roller coaster, up and down.

In just a few minutes, he had been shocked by Mo Lin several times.

The evil king also frowned and dared not look down on Mo Lin anymore.

After all, the strength of the Thirteen-Colored Red Dust Immortal is there.

King Ming and King Jing both looked embarrassed.

Among the crowd, Min Xiaoqian also showed a surprised look.

"He is the Thirteen Colors Red Dust Immortal?" She guessed last night that Mo Lin was hiding his strength. Unexpectedly, she really guessed it right.

"Am I qualified to compete for the position of deputy hall master now?" Thirteen colors of wish power surged out in front of Mo Lin.

"You've only been here for a few days? Even if you are..." A man stood up and scolded Mo Lin before he could finish his words.

Mo Lin raised his hand, and the thirteen-color wish power directly passed through the man's chest. Blood gushed out instantly, and a fist-sized hole appeared on the man's chest, and he died immediately.

A little piece of trash dares to be the first to stand out. Isn't this just courting death?

Mo Lin is the first to take action, Mo Lin has the ability.

What does this little piece of trash have that he should take the lead in doing?
If he doesn't die, who will?

The people here are all evil cultivators, so just kill them, Mo Lin has no guilt at all.

"Anyone who is dissatisfied with me can stand up and speak out." Mo Lin stood in the middle of the crowd, facing the forces of the Three Kings alone.

"I am dissatisfied." A man stood up and spoke.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered everywhere, and Mo Lin slapped the man into a ball of flesh and blood.

The scene was a bit bloody.

The three kings did not take action. They were watching to see how strong Mo Lin was.

"Didn't you just say that if you have any dissatisfaction, you can stand up and speak out?" Another thin man stood up and said slowly.

"Yes, anyone who has any dissatisfaction can speak up."

Mo Lin added: "I will kill anyone who is dissatisfied. If you are dissatisfied with me, just stand up and express your views."

After hearing the second half of Mo Lin's words, the thin man immediately wilted, curled his lips, and looked helpless.

"What's wrong? Are you dissatisfied with me?" Mo Lin raised his eyebrows slightly and stared at the thin man with suspicion.

“No, no, no.” The thin man turned pale with fright.

"I'm satisfied. I'm very satisfied." The thin man replied without wasting even a second.

He was afraid that if he spoke too slowly, Mo Lin would slap him to death.

The chattering crowd suddenly quieted down and the scene was completely silent.

"Is there anyone else who is dissatisfied with me?" Mo Lin looked around and asked.

Who dares to say they are dissatisfied?
If you say you are not satisfied, you will be slapped to death.

Who dares to speak?

"Very good, it seems that you have no objection to my running for deputy hall master." Mo Lin smiled and walked to the front.

Standing side by side with the three kings.

“Little brother, even though you are a thirteen-color mortal immortal, don’t be too arrogant.” The evil king frowned and scolded Mo Lin.

"We three kings are not vegetarians." King Ming also expressed his opinion.

In one word, the three kings were divided into the same front.

"That's right. Even if you are powerful, you can't defeat us three kings." King Jing also said.

Mo Lin stopped talking nonsense and attacked King Jing directly.

There is definitely no way to suppress this group of people just by talking.

If you want to gain a firm foothold and take the position of deputy hall master, you must rely on your strength.

"Do you think you are the only thirteen-color mortal immortal?" King Jing shouted, and thirteen-color wish powers also surged out from behind him.

They are taking elixirs.

The strength is naturally not bad.

King Jing raised his right hand and thirteen colors of wish power surged out, blocking Mo Lin's thirteen colors of wish power.

The next moment, Mo Lin rushed to King Jing and punched him hard in the chest.

This punch made King Jing vomit blood.

Although both of them are thirteen-color mortal immortals, Mo Lin is much stronger than King Jing.

Mo Lin pointed at the Evil King and the Bright King beside him with his right hand and said slowly: "Don't just stand there like idiots, let's do it together."

The Evil King immediately rushed towards Mo Lin, and at the same time, the Bright King also took action.

They are all mortal immortals who have cultivated, and they are all thirteen-color mortal immortals.

As for why I want to cultivate into a mortal immortal, there is only one reason.

The Red Dust Immortal has a future and is strong enough.

And you can also comprehend the technique later.

This is also the reason why they choose to cultivate into mortal immortals.

They all practice by taking elixirs, so they must practice the most powerful one.

(End of this chapter)