After I became the underworld, global terror descended

Chapter 631, the Six Hundred and Thirty-One New Twenty-Four Solar Terms Envoy
Yun Xuexue's hair was disheveled, and she ignored her injuries as she charged at Zhao Yuan again.

There were no special methods; it was simply a matter of exchanging injuries.

Her tactics, like Zhao Yuan's, failed to achieve a surprising victory.

For Yun Xuexue at this moment, trading blows is the best way to fight.

Gen Jiaye was currently slaughtering the Yellow Springs Ghosts, and his attention was entirely focused on Mo Lin.

As for Yun Xuexue's situation, Gen Jiaye also saw it.

He doesn't have the energy to manage two people.

The Gen family business can only take care of Mo Lin.

If Mo Lin is defeated, he will immediately go to rescue him and then escape with Mo Lin.

It's not just Genjiaye who cares about Molin.

At the same time, everyone in the Gen family was paying attention to Mo Lin.

Everyone was worried that Mo Lin would die at Qu Han's hands.

After all, Qu Han possesses the Yun Chuan Dragon Vein.

"Female slayer!"

Mo Lin shouted.

Mo Lin's voice was very loud.

Everyone was expecting Mo Lin to summon a powerful being.

After a moment, there was still no movement.

"I can't win even if I go out; you should run for your life."

The cold words of Nüba came from Mo Lin's body.

Mo Lin's head was buzzing.
Even someone as powerful as Nüba couldn't defeat the Yellow Turban Warrior before her?
Gen Jiaye and the others also heard the voice.

Gen Jiaye's breathing became rapid at this moment.

At the same time, everyone in the Gen family became tense.

Heartbeat.

This means that Merlin is going to lose.

"You can't win?" This was the first time Mo Lin had heard Nüba say such a thing.

"Your body is too weak. Even if I defeat the Yellow Turban Warrior, you will still die."

Your body can't withstand my strength.

"Run for your lives!" Nüba's voice rang out again.

The demon Nüba provided the best solution.

The goal was to let Mo Lin escape.

If Nüba were to intervene, she could destroy the Yellow Turban Warriors, but that would also kill Mo Lin, so Nüba would not intervene.

"Mo Lin, you go first, don't worry about me, I'm fine."

Yun Xuexue called out to Mo Lin from a distance.

Yunxue's snow-white clothes were soaked with blood.

Blood was flowing continuously from the corner of his mouth, and blood was also flowing from his right arm.

Even after all this, you're still saying it's okay?

Mo Lin knew very well that if he left at this moment...

Yun Xuexue will definitely die.

No matter how strong Yun Xuexue is, she can't possibly defeat Zhao Yuan and Qu Han together.

Yun Xuexue is amazing.

Molin is no weakling either.

However, Zhao Yuan was no pushover either.

Qu Han is no pushover either.

Who doesn't have some ability?

Everyone's life is a life.

Without a shred of self-confidence, who would dare to fight?
Mo Lin is powerful, and Qu Han is no pushover either.

Qu Han's ability to obtain the power of the dragon vein is enough to prove his strength.

Whoever wins this battle will be the most powerful.

Whoever loses is unlucky.

Winning or losing depends on one's own ability.

Gen Jiaye and the others were on tenterhooks, their attention focused on Mo Lin.

Be ready to escape with Mo Lin at any time.

Mo Lin was also unsure of the Yellow Turban Warrior's skill level.

But the feeling it gave Mo Lin was very strong.

Just when everyone thought Mo Lin would give up, an unexpected event occurred.

Mo Lin slowly took out a gold coin.

Golden coins appeared before everyone's eyes.

This golden coin shines like a star.

It's hard not to attract attention.

"Money?" Zhao Yuan frowned, a hint of apprehension in his eyes, when he saw the coin in front of Mo Lin.

Qu Han looked as if he had eaten dog poop.

Upon seeing the coin in Mo Lin's hand, he immediately understood that the outcome was still undecided.

This was also the first time in Qu Han's life that he had encountered money.

Money distributed according to the seasons.

Qu Hanye once participated in the distribution of money during the seasons, and he received copper coins.

He used that copper coin to exchange for the Yunchuan Dragon Vein.

"brush"

A water arrow shot straight at him, striking the Yellow Turban Warrior directly in the body. The Yellow Turban Warrior staggered backward, taking more than ten steps.

Mo Lin was stunned.

He didn't make a move.

Who made the move?
"Rumble"

Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky.

"crash"

It rained heavily.

Raindrops the size of pearls fell to the ground.

The raindrops fell on Mo Lin and the others, but nothing seemed amiss.

However, it's very strange that it ended up with the ghosts of the underworld.

The raindrops were like sharp swords, piercing straight into the body of the Yellow Springs Ghost.

Hundreds of ghosts from the underworld were immediately annihilated.

"brush"

Another water arrow came hurtling towards him.

The Yellow Turban warrior swung his bronze hammer and smashed it down, shattering the water arrow.

The Yellow Turban Warrior's body also trembled violently.

"The new Twenty-Four Solar Terms?"

Zhao Yuan exclaimed in surprise as he looked at the torrential rain in the distance.

Only the magic of the Twenty-Four Solar Terms can resonate with heaven and earth and possess the ability to summon wind and rain.

Rain-repelling technique.

This magic is the power of Grain Rain, one of the Twenty-Four Solar Terms.

Unlike Zhao Yuan, although the other party is the new Twenty-Four Solar Terms Envoy, the other party is the real Twenty-Four Solar Terms Envoy.

Zhao Yuan is currently only an acting commissioner of the Twenty-Four Solar Terms; he is not a true commissioner of the Twenty-Four Solar Terms.

Qu Han's expression, which looked like he was eating shit, became even more stiff.

He used the power of the dragon vein to protect himself from being hit by the raindrops in the air.

Each drop of rain was like a long sword, aimed at Qu Han.

Looking at the Yellow Turban warriors summoned by Qu Han, their bodies were also struggling to withstand the torrential rain from the sky.

"The Twenty-Four Solar Terms, Grain Rain?"

Qu Han shouted into the distance, "We have no grudge against you, why are you causing trouble?"

Qu Han felt like cursing in his heart.

How come Mo Lin has such powerful backing?
Why would the Twenty-Four Solar Terms envoys come to support Mo Lin?
I've never heard of Mo Lin knowing the Twenty-Four Solar Terms!

A glimmer of hope appeared on the faces of Gen Jiaye and the others who had been filled with despair.

It's clear that the visitor is a friend, not an enemy.

Mo Lin's eyes widened.

He pondered for a moment.

I don't remember when I first learned about the Twenty-Four Solar Terms.

Could the other party be someone invited by the Six-Eared Clan?
It doesn't feel like it.

The raindrops stopped abruptly, as if a pause button had been pressed. The raindrops floated in mid-air and then condensed into long swords.

Countless longswords slashed down towards the Yellow Turban warriors.

The Yellow Turban Warrior's massive body made it impossible for him to dodge; he could only take the hit head-on.

Longswords rained down on the Yellow Turban warriors like a storm of swords.

"Rumble"

The Yellow Turban Warrior staggered back more than ten meters, his massive body bearing some cracks.

Faced with such a fierce attack, the Yellow Turban Warrior's body could not withstand it.

"Brother Molin, is he your friend?" Gen Jiaye asked Molin.

"Uh..." Mo Lin looked embarrassed and didn't know how to answer.

Even now, Mo Lin has not seen who the person who came is.

A woman walks on air, dressed in bright red clothes with patterns embroidered on them.

Her black hair was pulled up high, and two strands of bangs were left on either side of her face, making her face look very delicate.

A gentle breeze blew by, and her bangs swayed in the wind.

Her eyebrows were long and delicate, like lines in a traditional Chinese ink painting, outlining a graceful beauty of Eastern women.

She was like a fairy who descended to earth.

It gives people a sense of inviolability.

The sense of oppression was unprecedented with the appearance of this woman.

Even Zhao Yuan felt the pressure.

The woman's appearance immediately brought the battle to a standstill.

The fighting stopped at that moment.

She glanced at Mo Lin with her beautiful eyes, a hint of resentment in her dark pupils.

"You scared me to death, I thought you were dead."

"I...I..." Mo Lin was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Mo Lin was all too familiar with the woman before him.

Cui Xinyun!
A woman that Mo Lin will remember for a lifetime.

It could be excitement, or it could be because they haven't seen each other for so long.

Or perhaps it's because of nervousness?

Mo Lin was speechless for a moment.

(End of this chapter)