Is Mo Lin truly capable, or is he just pretending to be something he's not?

Fang Chang was boiled.

The body is still bubbling in the iron pot.

Is Mo Lin really so fearless of death?

Seeing Mo Lin directly dash toward the main hall, Fu Shuangye understood Mo Lin's motive.

Mo Lin indeed intends to save someone.

Even when he's in danger himself, Mo Lin still dares to rescue someone.

Should one say Mo Lin fears nothing?

Or should one say, Mo Lin is a bit foolish?

At this moment, they should be protecting themselves, not trying to save Jiang Yun.

If they can't survive, how could they possibly leave here alive with Jiang Yun?

Saving Jiang Yun now, isn't it just adding more burden to themselves?

Fu Shuang understood that their discovery was related to her vomiting earlier.

But she... really couldn't hold it in.

The scene just now was truly too disgusting.

Gan Jianhua's thoughts at this moment were exactly the same as Fu Shuang's.

Mo Lin's action undoubtedly added more burden to them.

While Gan Jianhua and Fu Shuang hesitated, Mo Lin had already rushed to the main hall.

The moment he arrived at the main hall, Mo Lin felt a sense of oppression.

The Joyful Buddha Golden Body suddenly spun around.

The pairs of white eye sockets stared fixedly at Mo Lin.

Within the white sockets, the black pupils slowly rotated, as if they were alive.

Ghost Qi surged all around.

One ghost shadow after another emerged from behind the Joyful Buddha Statue.

"Catch them... don't let them run..."

A bizarre voice echoed in the air.

"Catch these people... don't let them escape."

The Joyful Buddha Golden Body in another room also made the same sound.

"Catch them, don't let them escape...."

"Catch them... don't let them escape."

In this temple, all the Joyful Buddha Golden Bodies repeated this phrase like a broken record.

The voices rose and fell, echoing in the temple.

One ghost shadow after another instantly appeared behind Mo Lin.

A dozen Disaster Level ghosts rushed out from the front, trying to block Mo Lin.

The True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao's Dharma Body emerged behind Mo Lin.

The Three-Pointed Blade slashed down head-on.

Subsequently, the Netherworld's Nether Fire appeared again, pouncing directly toward the Disaster Level ghosts ahead.

Mo Lin was not holding back at this moment.

Various skills were displayed within seconds.

The Netherworld's Nether Fire opened a path ahead.

Some ghosts, not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth, charged directly at the Netherworld's Nether Fire.

The next second, these ghosts were burned by the Netherworld's Nether Fire.

The characteristic of the Netherworld's Nether Fire is that once touched, it's almost impossible to shake off.

The Netherworld's Nether Fire will not extinguish.

A Disaster Level ghost was burned alive to death by the Netherworld's Nether Fire.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding ghosts, who were ready to pounce, retreated, making way for a path.

These ghosts weren't stupid.

They wouldn't just rush to their deaths, right?

After all, there was already a previous example.

The ghosts that rushed over earlier are all dead now.

The Netherworld's Nether Fire guarded Mo Lin's side, and then Mo Lin arrived in front of another Joyful Buddha Golden Body.

Mo Lin raised his hand and punched a hole in the Joyful Buddha Golden Body.

Then Mo Lin exerted force, following through the hole, and dismantled the entire Golden Body.

Inside the Golden Body was a woman bound with ropes.

This woman was sitting cross-legged on the ground, her body bound with black ropes, and she was covered with unknown runes.

This woman was Jiang Yun.

The runes on her body were incantations to disperse souls.

These ghosts were drawing such runes on her to eliminate her soul.

To make her a vessel for the Joyful Buddha to descend to the mortal world as a Dharma Body.

Luckily, Mo Lin arrived in time; her soul hadn't been eradicated yet.

If he had been ten hours late.

Jiang Yun's soul would have vanished completely.

By then, even gods would find it hard to save her.

Mo Lin rushed over and tore off the ropes on Jiang Yun.

Jiang Yun fell back limply onto the ground as if she had no bones.

Mo Lin held her up and rushed out of the main hall.

Upon rushing out, he saw Gan Jianhua and Fu Shuang surrounded by hundreds of followers.

These followers wielding daggers or barehanded rushed at Gan Jianhua and others.

Gan Jianhua instinctively took a step back; he didn't want to harm these ordinary people.

Mo Lin, rushing out of the main hall, was stopped by these ordinary people.

These followers, wielding daggers, charged straight at Mo Lin to try to cause him harm.

Mo Lin raised his hand, and the Netherworld's Nether Fire appeared around him.

Anyone daring to rush at him was immediately consumed by the Netherworld's Nether Fire and then burned.

Burned alive.

In less than a minute, dozens of people were engulfed in flames, rolling on the ground, emitting cries of agony.

Gan Jianhua was momentarily stunned seeing this.

He hadn't expected Mo Lin to be so decisive, showing no mercy even to ordinary people.

Mo Lin came before Fu Shuang and handed Jiang Yun to her.

"Take her away, back to the Celestial Sect."

"Ah...."

Before Fu Shuang could say anything, Mo Lin had already handed Jiang Yun to her.

"Ah... do you think too highly of me..."

Fu Shuang felt immense pressure.

She could barely keep herself safe, how could she possibly leave with Jiang Yun alive?

"I will hold off all the ghosts here and open a path for you to leave."

Mo Lin's voice wasn't loud, but at this moment Fu Shuang heard it particularly clearly.

"Ah..."

Fu Shuang stared at Mo Lin with disbelief.

She couldn't believe these words came from Mo Lin's mouth.

Mo Lin seemed... not very strong, right?

Mo Lin's words should have been hers to utter.

"Mo Lin, you're too weak. Fu Shuang and I together should be able to escort you out," Gan Jianhua thought it better to escort Mo Lin out.

After all, Mo Lin's abilities were relatively weak and might not be much help here.

Might even drag everyone down.

As they were discussing, an unexpected event occurred.

From ahead, a ghost shadow rushed toward them.

The Disaster Level ghost slowly appeared, menacingly rushing toward Gan Jianhua.

Gan Jianhua muttered incantations, and a burst of golden light appeared, enveloping him in golden radiance to shield against the Disaster Level ghost's attack.

Meanwhile, Fu Shuang also took action.

Fu Shuang slowly raised her delicate hand, and behind her gathered a Dharma Body holding a long sword.

This Dharma Body swung the sword and cleaved the approaching Disaster Level ghost head-on.

Gan Jianhua also took action, instantly killing a Disaster Level ghost.

This was the strength of the two.

At this moment, neither Gan Jianhua nor Fu Shuang relaxed after slaying the Disaster Level ghost.

They were even quite tense.

After all... Fang Chang was dead...

This indicated an even more terrifying presence here.

In the sky... suddenly a thick Ghost Qi poured down, covering the entire sky.

Blood-colored clouds floated in the air.

A gigantic figure strided through the sky.

The enormous figure of blood danced in the air.

Like a giant.

Mo Lin and his companions appeared particularly insignificant before this giant.

Like standing below a building over twenty stories high and looking up.

Blood Ghost!

Gan Jianhua exclaimed.

This type of ghost is an extremely unique existence.

The Blood Ghost, he's not an Acquired ghost; he is an Innate ghost.

Born in the mortal world, and needing countless blood to cultivate a Blood Ghost.

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