Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

Xie Bi'an remained unmoved:

"Is an 'I'm sorry' enough?"

My close followers were all devoured by your puppets. Did they die in vain?

Lin Mo frowned.

He was indeed in the wrong, and the robots would continue to conduct research in World Three and the Earth, so it wouldn't be good to strain relations too much.

He turned to ask the main program of the temporary camp if it was possible to release the underworld officials imprisoned by the Cleaners.

The subroutine remained silent for a few moments before replying:

"Master, I'm afraid that won't work."

The contained spirits have been compressed and fused together; even if extracted, they would only be a jumbled mass of spirits.

Seeing this, Lin Mo could only bow and apologize to Xie Bi'an again:

"Lord Xie, this was my oversight, and I accidentally injured the ghost people and your men."

"In that case, I am willing to compensate Youdu for its losses; you can name your terms."

Xie Bi'an snorted coldly and flicked his sleeves sharply:

"compensate?

Several of my close followers who have served me for many years have died so inexplicably. How will you compensate me?

"I will definitely report this to Yama, the King of Hell. You just wait!"

After saying that, he didn't look at Lin Mo again, and transformed into a white light, shooting towards Youdu.

Lin Mo watched his departing figure and sighed helplessly.

It seems this trip to this area has caused more trouble than expected.

He turned and walked to the Cleaner's side, took off the storage device that sealed the spirit, put it into his space, and returned to World Two to hand it over to the main brain for research.

He then returned to the land, found a high place to sit cross-legged, and began cultivating while waiting for the reaction from Youdu.

After Xie Bi'an returned to Youdu, he immediately reported the matter.

Yama quickly convened a meeting.

The hall was filled with a somber atmosphere, with the underworld officials lined up on both sides, creating a rather heavy ambiance.

A judge with a bushy beard spoke first, his voice booming like a bell:

"A mere rogue cultivator from the lower realm, relying on some unorthodox methods, dared to unleash his puppets to commit atrocities outside Youdu City, devouring my ghost clan's people and killing my ghost messengers."

If this matter is not severely punished, where will the dignity of Youdu be?

Even the emperor is subject to the same laws as commoners!

In my humble opinion, we should immediately send troops to capture Lin Mo!

Another underworld official, who appeared to be a civil servant, stroked his long beard and shook his head, saying:

"No, no, that's not appropriate."

This person claimed to be a disciple of the Queen Mother of the West.

The Queen Mother of the West is the head of all female immortals, holding a revered position, and has a long-standing connection with my Youdu.

"If she truly sent them, and we act rashly, who can bear the consequences if the Queen Mother of the West blames us later?"

Someone else chimed in:

"He said he was a disciple of the Queen Mother of the West, does that mean he is?"

What if it's some heretical cultivator using this identity to deceive people?

In my opinion, we should verify their identities first.

For a time, opinions were divided in the hall, and no one could prevail over the others.

Finally, it was Yama, who sat upright in the center, who slowly spoke, his voice deep and resonant:

"It is now clear that the puppet is indeed a miraculous art."

The rebel forces of Ghost Realm Fortress are currently launching a fierce offensive, and the frontline troops are stretched thin.

The message was relayed to Lin Mo: if he was willing to lend the puppets to Youdu to serve as frontline fighting force, the matter would be considered settled.

If they are unwilling, it is not too late to deal with it according to the law.

Xie Bi'an accepted the order and went to Lin Mo's temporary camp again.

He recounted Yama's conditions, and then stared at Lin Mo, saying:

"Lin Mo, the king has already shown leniency."

If you are willing to lend out the puppet, the previous matter will not be pursued.

Otherwise, you'll find a place in the Netherworld prison.

After listening, Lin Mo frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said:

"Impossible to lend it to you."

I must personally control these puppets.

However, I can take them to the front lines to help you fight the Ghost Fortress.

Anyway, leaving this puppet here won't clear out the local evil spirits. But if it goes to the battlefield, it might even benefit from it.

The exhilarating feeling of spiritual enhancement gave him a pleasure that surpassed even the Kunzi Technique.

Xie Bi'an's face darkened, and he angrily said:

"Lin Mo, don't be stubborn and refuse to listen to reason!"

The fact that the king is willing to lend you his puppet is an immense favor!

Lin Mo shrugged, seemingly unconcerned.

"I have already given you the conditions. Whether you agree or not is up to you to discuss."

Don't be ungrateful. If you want war, I'm ready!

Xie Bi'an was so angry that his face turned pale and then red, but he was helpless against Lin Mo's barrier, so he could only return to Youdu to ask for instructions again.

After listening to the report, Yama remained silent for a moment before finally agreeing to Lin Mo's plan.

After all, the situation at the front is critical, and the rebels of Ghost Realm Fortress have already broken through several passes. If this strange puppet can really be put to use, it is better than leaving it outside Youdu City to cause trouble.

When Xie Bi'an arrived at the camp for the third time, his previous tough demeanor had vanished, and he coldly uttered a single sentence:

"By order of the King, you are permitted to bring the puppet to the front lines and depart with the army in three days."

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.

Three days later, Lin Mo arrived in Youdu as promised, bringing with him ten Spirit Cleansers.

The city walls stood tall, and ghostly soldiers lined up on both sides of the city gate. Will-o'-the-wisps burned on the city walls, forming two long, eerie green dragons.

Xie Bi'an was already waiting outside the city gate. When he saw Lin Mo arrive, he simply nodded coldly and said nothing more.

The two figures he had seen before were still standing beside him.

The gaunt figure and the dark gray cloak remained hidden in the shadows, their auras heavy and imposing.

Lin Mo didn't mind and set off with the main group.

This support force for the front lines was vast and imposing, numbering in the tens of thousands, with its ranks stretching for dozens of miles.

They advanced along the dark Road to the Underworld. The closer they got to the front line, the denser the soul energy in the air became, until it almost condensed into a pale blue mist visible to the naked eye.

Lin Mo could clearly feel that this soul power was pressing down on him relentlessly. If it weren't for the electromagnetic barrier protecting him, ordinary humans would probably be eroded if they stayed here for too long.

Ten days later, the main force finally arrived at the front line.

This is the most desolate battlefield in the northwest of the region.

The distant land was scorched black by the flames of war, the rivers had long since dried up, leaving only crisscrossing deep ravines.

The ghost soldiers and the rebel army of Ghost Realm Fortress are facing off, their formations covering the entire wasteland.

Crows circled overhead, battle flags fluttered on the ground, and the sounds of horns and drums rose and fell.

The center of the battlefield was littered with broken weapons and lingering embers of soul fire, like countless eyes flickering in the darkness.

Within the ranks of the Ghost Realm Fortress rebels, several giant bone beasts were constantly pawing at each other, emitting low roars. On their backs were armored ghost generals, each wielding a hundred-refined Nether Spear, their murderous aura soaring to the heavens.

Lin Mo and the King of Hell on the front lines of Youdu met face to face.

The King of Hell was tall and imposing, sitting upright in his temporary camp. He wore a crown and his face was shrouded in yin energy, revealing only a pair of crimson eyes.

He glanced at Lin Mo, his voice low:

"Are you a disciple of the Queen Mother of the West?"

Now that we've arrived, let's go to the right-wing ghost general and receive his orders.

Remember, don't hold us back.

Lin Mo didn't say much, clasped his hands in a fist salute and left.