After I became the underworld, global terror descended

Chapter 578 The First Step to Revenge

Whether Mo Lin is besieging the Burial Immortals organization or destroying the evil spirits, it is a matter of righteousness.

Since Mo Lin is already dead, arguing about right and wrong is pointless.

“Mo Lin is dead. Our Eastern District is now planning to cultivate three promising individuals as Mo Lin’s successors,” Zen Wuxun slowly replied to the crowd.

There are only three Yingyunren in the East District now.

Two of them are former members of the Genhe family.

Just as everyone was discussing the matter, a panicked voice suddenly rang out.

"Young Master...someone is dead."

An old man rushed into the courtyard and frantically pointed towards the direction outside the gate at Chan Wuxun.

Zen Wuxun frowned deeply. "Who dares to cause trouble?"

At this moment, people from the South District are also here. Which blind bastard is causing trouble at this time?
The old man was interrupted before he could finish speaking, “It’s Feng Ge and…”

"I spared Feng Ge's life, would he still dare to cause trouble?"

"This time I'm going to cripple his legs and make him a cripple," Chan Wuxun cursed angrily.

Wu Liang and the others sat in their chairs, saying nothing.

This is a matter within the Zen family, and there's no need for them to interfere.

Then two figures were seen walking into the courtyard.

"Cripple both legs?" Mo Lin's eyes narrowed slightly, a chill creeping into his gaze.

You can clearly feel the killing intent emanating from Mo Lin's body.

"who are you?"

When Chan Wuxun saw a stranger arrive, he snorted coldly, "Boy, you'd better not get involved in the Feng family's affairs."

Mo Lin remained silent, found a chair, and sat down at the entrance of the courtyard.

This location directly blocks the intersection, preventing everyone from passing through.

Seeing that Mo Lin remained silent, Chan Wuxun spoke again: "Today is the day for our Chan family and the Southern District Council."

Your disruptive behavior here not only offends our Zen community, but also embarrasses everyone in the Southern District.

Don't make yourself unhappy.

Zen Wuxun's words were very clever, as they directly included everyone from the South District present.

“Brother, I don’t know what grudge you have with the Zen family, but you shouldn’t be here to cause trouble today,” a man from the South District said coldly to Mo Lin.

At the same time, Wu Liang added, "Brother, for the sake of everyone in the Southern District, let's talk about your business with the Chan family tomorrow."

If they let Mo Lin cause trouble here, they, the people of the Southern District, will lose face.

"Shut up."

Mo Lin rebuked him.

This rebuke immediately angered everyone in the South District.

Led by Wu Liang, the people from the South District stood up and stared intently at Mo Lin.

"Brother, are you trying to make an enemy of my Southern District?" Wu Liang questioned Mo Lin.

"you are wrong."

Mo Lin corrected Wu Liang, "Does your Southern District want to be my enemy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Lin raised his hand.

Hmph, and his enormous figure immediately appeared beside him.

Heng held the Vajra pestle, staring intently at everyone present.

Then Ha also appeared, standing to the left of Mo Lin and confronting the people from the South District.

An atmosphere of terror permeated the scene.

The appearance of the two divine generals immediately raised the atmosphere to its peak.

Then, a dark, ghostly aura emanated from beneath Mo Lin's feet, enveloping the entire Zen family.

The sky was instantly enveloped in ghostly energy.

A hint of apprehension flashed deep in Wu Liang's eyes.

It would be a lie to say I'm not wary.

He was very curious; how come he had never heard of such an amazing person?
This person is at least on the same level as Zhu Ci and the Six-Eared Clan.

The arrogance of the people in the South District gradually dissipated.

To pretend to be weak when you know you're no match for them is foolish.

Mo Lin has already shown his strength. If they insist on going head-to-head with Mo Lin, then they are being tactless.

Most importantly, this matter has nothing to do with their southern district.

Anyone with a modicum of sense wouldn't willingly take on trouble for themselves.

"May I ask how I should address you?" Wu Liang asked Mo Lin respectfully. "Mo Lin."

Mo Lin's voice wasn't very loud, but everyone present was suddenly startled.

Who in the East District doesn't know this name?
For more than a year, the most discussed topic was Mo Lin's name.

Whether they are locals from the East District or people from the South District, they will all talk about Molin to some extent.

As everyone knows, Mo Lin exterminates evil spirits, slays evil Buddhas, and suppresses all ghosts in the East District.

Such a righteous person was betrayed by the entire East District.

Wu Liang held Mo Lin in high esteem.

He had heard about Mo Lin; he knew Mo Lin was neither a good person nor a bad person.

Suddenly, Wu Liang realized what was happening.

"Not dead?" Wu Liang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Wu Liang stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape, as if he could fit an egg inside. He repeated, "Not dead?"

Wu Liang suddenly realized something.

Something bad is about to happen in the East District.

Wu Liang swallowed nervously.

At the same time, the rest of the people in the South District also showed surprised expressions.

"Wasn't it said that Mo Lin had been dead for over a year?"

"How come this guy isn't dead?"

"Then those involved in the destruction of Beihai before are going to be in trouble, aren't they?"

"Something's going to happen in the East District."

The crowd whispered among themselves.

"Does the Southern District want to get involved in the affairs of the Zen family?" Mo Lin's words exploded in Wu Liang's ears like a thunderclap.

Wu Liang immediately felt a chill run down his spine, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

"We don't handle things in the South District."

Wu Liang quickly distanced himself from the situation.

"It has nothing to do with us."

"Go ahead and take your revenge. We will absolutely not interfere."

The others echoed this sentiment.

We are all smart people.

They won't proactively take on problems.

"Mo Lin?"

Zen Wuxun's first reaction was disbelief: "Mo Lin has been dead for over a year, you can't possibly be Mo Lin."

If Mo Lin didn't die, what has he been doing for the past year?
Why is it only appearing now?

Mo Lin didn't even bother to explain to Chan Wuxun.

"Brother Mo Lin, please let us out," Wu Liang said politely to Mo Lin.

The Zen masters are now sealed by Mo Lin using ghostly energy; they cannot escape without force.

Mo Lin waved his hand, and the ghostly energy tore open a gap in the direction of the gate, allowing Wu Liang and the other unrelated people to leave.

Mo Lin raised his right hand, condensing ghostly energy into a curved blade, and slashed at Chan Wuxun.

Zen Wuxun was not afraid at all. He raised his right hand and his body burst out with immortal energy, blocking Mo Lin's attack.

He is a Celestial Immortal, a practitioner of the Nine Heavens Fox Immortal lineage.

A fox spirit appeared directly in front of Mo Lin and rushed towards him.

With a hum, a burst of yellow energy erupted, engulfing the fox spirit and completely submerging its figure.

With just one move, Heng Jiang broke Zen Wuxun's Immortal Technique.

Mo Lin clasped his hands together and unleashed the Immortal Ghost Technique: Soul Stealing.

In an instant, countless black light blades enveloped every corner.

The Zen practitioners didn't even have time to scream before they were wiped out.

The smell of blood was overwhelming.

Of all the Zen masters, only Zen Wuxun is still alive.

Mo Lin swung his hand and crippled Chan Wuxun's limbs.

Mo Lin carried Chan Wuxun as if he were carrying a dead dog.

(End of this chapter)