Things have developed to this point, there is no retreat.

Either live or die.

There's no second path to choose.

Mo Lin is the only path people can choose right now.

Or, they can side with West Mountain.

But thinking it over, everyone is already on the same path with Mo Lin.

So how could anyone side with West Mountain?

Now West Mountain is entirely shrouded in darkness.

At this moment, everyone has one thought, to destroy West Mountain and fight for the last path to survival for the human world.

Wu Binghai followed behind the blue-clad Mo Lin.

Jiang Yun followed behind the blue-clad Mo Lin, with a touch of bewilderment in her eyes.

Even though this person in front of her, in terms of appearance and height, had no issues.

But she just felt, the blue-clad Mo Lin in front of her had something wrong.

She couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong.

It felt a bit odd.

Zhen Lingling also followed behind the blue-clad Mo Lin, as everyone headed towards West Mountain together.

"I want to see just how powerful that woman named Xin Ziruo is," the blue-clad Mo Lin muttered to himself.

The moment Jiang Yun heard the blue-clad Mo Lin say this, she felt even stranger.

Frowning deeply, she took two steps back.

Her intuition told her, the person in front of her was not the real Mo Lin.

But observing closely, the blue-clad Mo Lin didn't seem to have any malice.

But where has the real Mo Lin gone?

What is he doing?

Jiang Yun was very puzzled.

Zhen Lingling followed behind the blue-clad Mo Lin, saying nothing the entire time.

For the blue-clad Mo Lin's behavior, she also remained silent.

Chen Xi similarly followed silently beside the blue-clad Mo Lin.

The blue-clad Mo Lin touched Jiang Yun's forehead with his right hand and comforted her, "Little girl, don't worry, I'm a good person."

Both his tone and attitude were especially warm.

There was no hint of malice.

If he had any malice, he would not have saved Jiang Yun and the others.

Those who were heading to West Mountain this time were the last assets of the human world.

All the powerful cultivators gathered together.

As for those who were not powerful, who weren't Red Dust Immortals, nor cultivators of the Ghost-Controlling Dao, they did not come.

If they came, it would only be to their deaths, unable to accomplish anything.

On this journey, everyone drove separately and found many cars.

It took more than four hours to reach West Mountain.

At the foot of West Mountain, there were statues of Buddha built, numbering in the hundreds.

Looking casually, these were Joyful Arhats, Venerable Shubo Jia.

Colorful statues with red and white pupils, glaring angrily, arranged orderly in front.

Each statue was at least more than two meters tall.

"So many Buddhist statues?" Wu Binghai muttered to himself as he looked at the statues in front.

"Destroy these statues," the blue-clad Mo Lin pointed to the Joyful Arhats in front and said slowly.

Wu Binghai was just about to take action.

The next moment, a long sword came thrusting toward him head-on.

Wu Binghai backed off helplessly to avoid the sword's attack.

A burst of black Ghost Qi emerged, the dense Ghost Qi spread in the air.

The originally clear sky was now shrouded in a black fog.

A ghost stood in front, and beside this ghost, eight Magical Artifacts were floating.

The moment the blue-clad Mo Lin saw the ghost, he showed a trace of surprise.

The cold smirk at the corners of his mouth was unsettling.

As the Eight Immortals Ghost appeared, everyone present became alert.

The Eight Immortals Ghost, its power, is stronger than a Yin God.

This is why Xin Ziruo arranged for the Eight Immortals Ghost to deal with Mo Lin and the others.

"This is the Eight Immortals Ghost..." Jiang Yun reminded the blue-clad Mo Lin.

"I know, the Eight Immortals Ghost... very powerful, just like the Immortal Slaying Ghost, they rebelled together at the Great Spirit Mountain."

The blue-clad Mo Lin had heard these things from Mo Lin.

Facing the ghost who once betrayed "himself," a hint of killing intent surged from the depths of the blue-clad Mo Lin's eyes.

"I'm very curious, why did you betray me." The blue-clad Mo Lin asked the Eight Immortals Ghost.

"No particular reason, just simply wanted to break free from your control," the Eight Immortals Ghost frankly told the blue-clad Mo Lin.

He was different from the Immortal Slaying Ghost, who betrayed Mo Lin because the Immortal Slaying Ghost had dissent in his heart.

The Eight Immortals Ghost betrayed Mo Lin simply because he wanted to betray.

Lacked loyalty.

"Truly despicable, a ghost like you who betrays your master should be executed."

The blue-clad Mo Lin snorted coldly, and orange-red flames surged from his hand, directly engulfing the Eight Immortals Ghost.

The Eight Immortals Ghost summoned eight Magical Artifacts to attack the blue-clad Mo Lin.

The next moment, orange-red flames surrounded the blue-clad Mo Lin's body.

He raised his right hand, blocking the attack of the orange-red flames.

"Burning life force? Are you crazy?" The Eight Immortals Ghost's pupils shrank suddenly, immediately noticing that the blue-clad Mo Lin was burning his life force.

He wouldn't live beyond seven days.

So crazy?

Suddenly, the Eight Immortals Ghost looked at the orange-red flames, frowning deeply.

"No... you're not Mo Lin..."

When the Eight Immortals Ghost realized it, it was already too late.

"Divine Fire Skill: Divine Beast Demon Suppression."

The orange-red flames transformed in the sky, coalescing into the Four Symbols Divine Beast, directly suppressing the Eight Immortals Ghost.

The Eight Immortals Ghost wasn't fazed, summoning eight Magical Treasures to attack the Four Symbols Divine Beast.

The two forces clashed together.

The orange-red flames collided with the eight Magical Treasures, unleashing terrifying power.

A wave of air surged out, knocking everyone back more than a meter away.

The surrounding crowd was watching at this moment.

It wasn't that they weren't helping, but this kind of battle, they didn't even have a chance to intervene.

Only Zhen Lingling and Wu Binghai could join this battle.

But the people from West Mountain haven't come out yet, so they needed to conserve their strength, hence they didn't act.

Wait and see.

The blue-clad Mo Lin, fighting with the Eight Immortals Ghost, didn't fall behind in the slightest.

The blue-clad Mo Lin raised his right hand, once again using the Nanming Li Fire, to suppress the Eight Immortals Ghost.

The fire touched the Eight Immortals Ghost's arm, and the next moment, the Eight Immortals Ghost just severed its own arm.

The action was very decisive.

While the blue-clad Mo Lin fought the Eight Immortals Ghost, he looked towards the distant Buddha Statue.

"No need to hide, come out," the blue-clad Mo Lin said calmly to the Buddha Statue.

The paint on one Buddha Statue began to peel away, revealing its true form.

A figure over two meters tall appeared, wearing yellow clothes, barefoot, with a smile on its face.

The Joyful Arhat had a string of black Buddhist Beads hanging on its chest.

Upon closer inspection, the Joyful Arhat's teeth were stained with blood, and even its mouth had traces of blood.

Unlike the previous Buddhas, who descended into the human world through their essence blood.

But the present Joyful Arhat was a man-eater.

Who could have thought that the Buddha, who once protected the human world, had become the culprit of its ruin?

Or could it be that the rumored protection of the human world by the Buddha was always a lie?

This here is the true nature of these Buddhas.

Whether it was the previous Joyful Buddha or the current Joyful Arhat, these Buddhas all took pleasure in killing.

The Joyful Arhat smiled, revealing teeth stained with blood.

"If you submit under my Buddhist Sect, I can let you survive in this human world," the Joyful Buddha calmly said to the blue-clad Mo Lin and the others.

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