After I became the underworld, global terror descended

Chapter 509: Burying the Immortal
The word "arrest" is appropriate to describe the scene before our eyes.

The sky gradually brightened.

Three figures can be seen fighting Lingqiaoqiao.

The three men were wearing long black robes and ghost-face masks, so their faces could not be seen.

Holding a very thick iron chain, this chain is thicker than Mo Lin’s calf.

This group of people were dancing with chains in the air, and you could even hear the whistling sound of the chains swinging in the air.

The three of them joined forces and surrounded Lingqiaoqiao.

No matter how Lingqiaoqiao struggled, she couldn't escape.

Mo Lin just took a look and didn't interfere.

Lingqiaoqiao is very powerful, she is an immortal cultivator.

The three people in front of him looked very ordinary, they were just Taoist practitioners, so Mo Lin was not worried about anything.

"What did you do wrong? Why did these people arrest you?" Mo Lin asked Ling Qiaoqiao in confusion.

"Save me." Lingqiaoqiao shouted to Molin.

She looked extremely anxious, and didn't look relaxed at all.

"You invited an immortal-level cultivator, but you can't defeat these three people?" Mo Lin was very confused.

These three people are not even immortal cultivators, they are just Taoist cultivators.

She is not on the same level as Lingqiaoqiao at all.

Lingqiaoqiao shouldn't be so panicked.

Fairy energy surged out of Lingqiaoqiao's body, and the terrifying fairy energy condensed into a line, rushing towards the man in front of her.

The man raised his hand and an iron chain appeared on his hand.

The fairy energy hit the iron chain and disappeared immediately.

Then I saw the man in black suddenly pull out the iron chain in his hand and hit Ling Qiaoqiao hard.

"Snapped"

Lingqiaoqiao staggered and was almost knocked to the ground.

Then another man in black swung out the chain in his hand, tightly wrapping around Lingqiaoqiao's body.

Prepare to drag Lingqiaoqiao away.

At this moment, Mo Lin realized that this black iron chain restrained the fairy spirit.

Using magic to deal with these three people is completely ineffective.

At this moment, Mo Lin finally understood why Ling Qiaoqiao was so panicked.

"Get out of here!" Mo Lin shouted, and the Netherworld Fire surged out of his hand.

Pitch-black flames bloomed in the air.

As Mo Lin waved his hand, the pitch-black flames instantly gathered in front of him.

"This man is a forbidden prey." The man in black shouted, "Retreat first."

As soon as the words came out, the other two stepped back and prepared to leave.

"That person seems to be an immortal cultivator as well. Aren't we going to arrest him?" a man in black asked puzzledly.

“That person is a forbidden prey, and only the elite of the organization can catch him.

Let's leave first." Another man replied.

Mo Lin heard the conversation between the group of people clearly.

Obviously there is a story.

Mo Lin raised his hand, and the Netherworld Fire formed a one-meter-high wall in front of him, directly trapping the three people inside.

Molin is very different from Lingqiaoqiao.

Lingqiaoqiao's most powerful weapon is magic, but Molin not only has magic, he also has divine fire.

The iron chains in the hands of this group of people can restrain the magic, but not the divine fire.

"Since you're here, don't leave." Mo Lin said coldly.

A man in black swung an iron chain in his hand.

The iron chain rushed out instantly and collided with the Netherworld Fire in front of it.

Then the iron chain exploded and iron chips flew everywhere.

The black-clothed man's chest was hit by iron filings, and bloody holes appeared. Blood slowly flowed from the wounds. Perhaps knowing that he would not survive, the black-clothed man took out the gray-white powder and sprinkled it on himself.

The next moment, his body was on fire.

In the blink of an eye, he turned into a pool of ashes.

The other two looked at each other, then gritted their teeth and did the same thing, taking out white powder and sprinkling it on themselves.

Just like the previous person, they were all burned to death and turned into a pool of ashes.

These three people ended their lives decisively.

And judging from the way these three people are dressed, they seem to be organized.

Lingqiaoqiao sat on the ground, breathing heavily, staring at Molin with her beautiful eyes, complaining, "Were you not going to save me just now?

Even though we haven’t known each other for very long, we’re at least half friends, right?
"Watching someone die without helping?"

"No. I thought you could win." To be honest, Mo Lin never thought that Ling Qiaoqiao would lose.

There was a bloody mark on Lingqiaoqiao's back, and her clothes were soaked with blood.

Lingqiaoqiao said slowly: "Thank you."

Although she was resentful, she was still very grateful to Mo Lin for having helped her.

"I'm not afraid of those three Taoists, but the chains in their hands are very strange and can restrain magic." Lingqiaoqiao said solemnly.

Mo Lin looked into the distance, checking the chains of this group of people.

But Mo Lin only then saw that when those people used the powder to cause self-ignition, even the iron chains caught fire along with it.

This resulted in Mo Lin having no way of checking the chain.

"I'm a little scared. I will follow you for the time being. I don't plan to leave at least until my injury is healed." Lingqiaoqiao was really scared.

She had already guessed where this group of people came from.

If Mo Lin hadn't appeared just now, she would have definitely been captured.

"Who did you offend?" Mo Lin asked Ling Qiaoqiao.

"I didn't offend anyone." Lingqiaoqiao answered truthfully.

"Why did these people arrest you?"

"They are planning to kidnap and sell me." Lingqiaoqiao felt a little scared.

She is a woman, if she were captured, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Trafficking?" Mo Lin frowned slightly.

This word feels a bit awkward when used to describe Lingqiaoqiao.

Ling Qiaoqiao is a fairy cultivator. Who is so bold as to kidnap and sell her?

"I've only heard of people trafficking in ordinary people, but never heard of people trafficking in immortal cultivators." After he finished speaking, Mo Lin's expression became solemn.

He suddenly remembered that when he destroyed the Gen family, Hu Ling and the others had said that they were captured and sold to Gen Hong.

"There is an organization that captures immortal cultivators, called the Burial of Immortals."

Ling Qiaoqiao said slowly: "If I am not mistaken, the three people just now are the ones who buried the immortals. They capture immortal cultivators and then sell them.

The people who buried immortals have special means to restrain immortal cultivators. If ordinary immortal cultivators encounter them, it will be difficult to escape."

"The name of this organization is quite impressive." Mo Lin sighed.

The leader of the Immortal Burial Organization must be very powerful to have the courage to choose such a domineering name.

At least that's how Mo Lin felt.

"Don't act like nothing happened here. You are also an immortal cultivator. This group of people will definitely catch you in the future." Ling Qiaoqiao reminded Mo Lin.

This sentence is not without reason.

The higher the level of immortal cultivation, the higher the value.

Mo Lin is an immortal cultivator at the level of imperial control, and may also be on the hunting list of the Immortal Burial Organization.

Of course, this is just a guess, no one knows whether it is true or not.

But there is one thing that everyone understands: we must always be on guard against others.

"They capture immortal cultivators and sell them as paper money for the dead?" Mo Lin asked doubtfully.

"No, it's a barter." Lingqiaoqiao replied to Mo Lin: "Exchange the immortal cultivator with something of equal value.

Anything is fine, Taoist magic is fine, immortal magic is fine."

(End of this chapter)