After I became the underworld, global terror descended

Chapter 672 My Lord, You'd better leave quickly.
The conversation between the two was clearly heard by everyone around them.

Some people may have wanted to leave, but after hearing what those two said, they all gave up and left.

"Zhao Yan, can't you give me a way out?" Xing Qi asked Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan shook his head. "No, the higher-ups have given orders to close all of Daotian Society's internment camps on the border."

All members of the Daotian Society must die.

Mo Lin had figured it out; this was a siege targeting members of the Dao Tian Society.

Xing Qi raised his right hand, and a red rope appeared on his wrist.

This is a ghost artifact.

Xing Qi raised his hand, and the pitch-black ghostly energy rushed towards Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan was not to be outdone and took out a jade pendant.

The jade pendant emitted a ghostly aura that collided head-on with Xing Qi's ghostly aura.

Both of them were people at the very bottom of society.

They didn't even have a single contracted ghost of their own.

Zhao Yan and Xing Qi were locked in a stalemate.

Both possessed ghostly weapons, and neither could defeat the other.

You could clearly feel the atmosphere gradually becoming tense.

Everyone watched quietly as Xing Qi and Zhao Yan fought.

This battle is a matter of life and death for these people.

Zhao Yan knew that he couldn't do anything to Xing Qi for the time being.

"Lord Ghost, please make a move!" Zhao Yan shouted loudly to the black sedan chair behind him.

"crash"

A strong wind blew.

The terrifying gale blew Xing Qi backwards for more than ten meters.

A ghostly figure slowly appeared.

A hideous demon appeared before them.

A terrifying aura surged up.

This is a terrifying ghost.

A terrifying ghost, Xing Qi absolutely cannot stop it with just a ghost artifact.

Just then, Mo Lin slowly stepped out from the crowd.

At this moment, Mo Lin's actions attracted a lot of attention.

Mo Lin walked straight toward the terrifying ghost.

"Brother, you've got guts!" a man exclaimed upon seeing Mo Lin make that gesture.

In their view, Molin's actions were tantamount to suicide.

"Are you planning to fight a ghost? You've got guts."

"That's so full of spirit."

Seeing Mo Lin about to die, Xing Qi quickly said, "Brother, don't go looking for death."

This is a terrifying ghost; you can't beat it.

He put it very tactfully, saying that even a dangerous ghost, let alone a terrifying one, would be too much for an ordinary person to handle.

The terrifying ghost snorted coldly when it saw someone provoking it.
"court death."

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying ghostly hand rose up and slammed down on Mo Lin.

The ghost was very fast, and in the blink of an eye it rushed in front of Mo Lin.

Xing Qi instinctively closed his eyes; in his mind, Mo Lin was doomed.

Even if he couldn't possibly be a match for this ghost.
Mo Lin slowly raised his right hand, then suddenly swung it, "Slap!"

It's like swatting a mosquito.

The next moment, the terrifying ghost turned into a cloud of black mist and was slapped to death by Mo Lin.

Xing Qi stared wide-eyed at Mo Lin in disbelief.

How can someone be so strong?

Could he be a celestial being from the mortal world?

They are either Taoist cultivators or immortals in the mortal world.

Zhao Yan stared in astonishment, mouth agape, and blurted out a curse, "Holy shit!"

too strong.

He subconsciously felt that Mo Lin was a leader of the Dao Tian Society.

Everyone present was stunned.

Slapping a terrifying ghost to death with one hand—that's the true mark of a powerful figure.

"My lord...my lord, please don't kill me. I'm just a lackey." Zhao Yan hurriedly knelt in front of Mo Lin and begged for mercy.

Zhao Yan wasn't lying; he was just a lackey.

They were responsible for clearing out the border Daotian Society's internment camp.

Even if Molin kills him, someone will quickly take his place.

Killing Zhao Yan won't change anything. "Tell me what happened," Mo Lin asked Zhao Yan.

"The Goddess Palace, together with the Wei and Ji families, will eliminate all of Daotian Society's forces on the border," Zhao Yan said without reservation.

Say what you know.

Before Mo Lin could ask any further questions, Zhao Yan added, "It seems to be preparation for getting rid of Mo Lin."

Daotian Society is the faction to which Molin belongs.

Dao Tianhui will grow stronger day by day and will become the mortal enemy of the Goddess Palace in the future.

The Goddess Palace plans to completely expand within the Dao Tian Society and eventually eliminate it.

"hehe.."

Mo Lin smirked coldly, "Is Xin Ziruo really that afraid of me?"

Zhao Yan reminded Mo Lin, "This matter involves the Goddess. Are you sure you want to get involved, sir?"

Zhao Yan was implying that Mo Lin, the goddess, was not someone to be trifled with.

Mo Lin originally had no intention of doing anything.

But now that we know this matter is related to Xinzi Ruo.

They might as well just eliminate Xinzi's forces on the border.

"Call for help! Get all your reinforcements here!" Mo Lin ordered Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan nodded, and then sent someone back to the Wei family to fetch help.

Mo Lin found a chair and sat down to wait for the Wei family to arrive.

"My lord, you should leave now. Once the Wei family arrives, it will be too late to escape," Xing Qi urged Mo Lin anxiously, seeing that Mo Lin had provoked the Wei family.

The Wei family is a prominent family on the border.

The Wei family has several immortals in the mortal realm, and even one immortal cultivator.

They are definitely not someone that Mo Lin can easily provoke.

"It's nothing," Mo Lin waved his hand and said casually.

The more indifferent Mo Lin seemed, the more anxious Xing Qi became.

He didn't want someone as powerful as Mo Lin to die here.

Someone as capable as Mo Lin should be doing great things. It's not worth it for him to die over such a trivial matter.

"Sir, you must leave immediately and listen to me."

Xing Qi once again urged Mo Lin to leave.

Mo Lin wasn't in a hurry, but Xing Qi was so anxious that sweat was beading on his forehead.

They were practically begging Mo Lin to leave.

Seeing Xing Qi's anxiety, Mo Lin smiled helplessly, patted Xing Qi's shoulder, and comforted him, "It's alright."

"How could nothing be wrong? If the Wei family comes, things will get complicated."

Xing Qi complained.

Just then, a terrifying killing intent surged forth.

"Crack..." The ghost artifact in Xing Qi's hand broke off.

"Oh no, they're here!" Xing Qi exclaimed.

Looking in the direction outside the gate, the Wei family arrived.

There weren't many people; only two people came.

"Which fellow Daoist wishes to become an enemy of the Wei family?" A man dressed as a Daoist stepped forward and asked.

The man's name was Qian Qi, and he was from the Wei family.

"Me," Mo Lin said coldly as he stood up.

Qianqi raised his right hand, and three-colored wish power surged out instantly, enveloping him.

A three-colored celestial being in the mortal world.

Just as Qianqi was about to make his next move, the man next to him began to tremble.

"You're not dead?"

Wei Liang looked at Mo Lin's face and was so nervous that he could barely speak.

Wei Liang was all too familiar with the person in front of him.

Wei Liang had personally witnessed the Immortal Cultivator of the Ink Forest killing the Man of Fate.

Mo Lin single-handedly killed a hundred immortal cultivators and destroyed the Burial Immortal Organization.

This person is a top figure in the East District.

A character on the same level as evil spirits, evil Buddhas, and ghosts of the underworld.

Mo Lin alone stood shoulder to shoulder with these enormous forces

"Puff."

Wei Liang was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

He, a dignified immortal in the mortal world, was so frightened that he couldn't stand up. If this got out, he would surely be ridiculed.

Wei Liang's mind went blank; he didn't even know what to do next.

(End of this chapter)