"Zishang Qingrou has been captured by the Three Corpses; come with me to rescue her," Mo Lin added.

"These people really don't take our Yedou seriously. Daring to capture our Yedou's Yin Messenger, they must be taught a lesson," Du Kui said slowly.

Wei Xun remained silent the whole time.

The ghost beside Mo Lin gave her a significant sense of oppression.

When she saw Du Kui, it felt like facing a wall.

The oppression was self-evident.

"You should stay behind," Mo Lin reminded Wei Xun.

"Alright." Wei Xun nodded helplessly, deciding not to follow Mo Lin to the Three Corpses' place.

She didn't possess the powerful strength like Mo Lin.

If she followed Mo Lin to the Three Corpses' place, she might end up being a burden.

Mo Lin then took Du Kui to the Three Corpses' territory.

About an hour after Mo Lin left, Wei Xun suddenly received a phone call.

"What? A trap?"

"Why are you telling me now? Shishu has already gone to the Three Corpses' ground; this is bad."

Wei Xun suddenly received shocking news.

The Three Corpses knew Mo Lin would come looking for trouble and had set up a trap specially targeting Mo Lin.

West District...

Everything was calm.

Following the directions given by Li Xue, Mo Lin arrived at a mountain.

This mountain was the territory of the Three Corpses.

The members of the Three Corpses all lived on the mountain.

As for how many there were, that was unknown.

Mo Lin and Du Kui slowly reached the mountain top.

Upon reaching the summit,

golden light surged from the ground.

The golden light trapped Mo Lin and Du Kui within.

Mo Lin showed no extreme reaction nor discomfort.

But it was different for Du Kui.

This array seemed specifically targeted at him.

Streaks of golden light pierced Du Kui like sharp swords.

Du Kui struggled to fend off the golden light's assault.

This golden light targeted ghosts.

It could strip ghosts of their power.

Mo Lin surveyed the surroundings, searching for a way to break the array.

Mo Lin looked into the distance, where a talisman was floating.

To dismantle this array, that talisman must be destroyed.

Mo Lin rushed forward, intending to destroy the talisman.

Just then, a young woman appeared in front, blocking the way.

"Three Corpses... Xunxi." The woman announced her name to Mo Lin.

With just a look, Mo Lin discerned that this woman was not human.

She was a ghost.

Or rather, a ghost crafted by someone, possessing the strength of a disaster-level ghost.

"Three Corpses... Sun Fei." A man appeared on Mo Lin's left, blocking his path.

"Three Corpses... Bai Hai." Another person appeared once more.

"Three Corpses... Wan Jia Peak."

"Kid, you remember me, right?" Wan Jia Peak said coldly to Mo Lin.

Seeing Mo Lin remain silent, Wan Jia Peak spoke again, "I saw you at Beihai. You fled Beihai with your deceased friend back then and broke my magical artifact."

Mo Lin's pupils suddenly contracted as he spoke each word, "It was you..."

At this moment, Mo Lin realized the identity of the person before him.

This was one of the accomplices of the Beihai sacrifice.

Clearly, these people knew Mo Lin would come and were well-prepared.

To deal with Mo Lin, they even arranged a special array designed for Du Kui.

"Are you here to rescue her?" Wan Jia Peak slowly spoke to Mo Lin, holding out a lantern-shaped magical artifact.

Inside the lantern was a flame, with a ghost shadow being incinerated by its blaze.

Though no sound could be heard, the struggling ghost shadow within the flame was painfully evident.

"In a few days, this Yin Messenger will be refined, becoming a part of this Magical Treasure," Wan Jia Peak said with a smile.

That Yin Messenger was Zishang Qingrou, the person Mo Lin was seeking.

Mo Lin's senior sister.

He never imagined they would meet in such a manner.

"Kid, if you hand over the Netherworld's Nether Fire, we can make your death painless," Wan Jia Peak said to Mo Lin again.

"In your dreams!"

Mo Lin immediately activated the Pure Origin and Profound Dao Technique.

The Pure Origin and Profound Dao Talisman appeared before Mo Lin, consuming ten years of his Dao Practice.

"Enough talk, attack!" Wan Jia Peak ordered.

The others also started attacking.

Sun Fei swung his palm, using ten years of Dao Practice, with terrifying Dao Power converging in his hand as he launched at Mo Lin.

At the same time, the others also attacked.

Bai Hai similarly unleashed an attack infused with ten years of Dao Practice at Mo Lin.

At this moment, they were all going all out, sacrificing their Dao Practice.

Wan Jia Peak directly unleashed a Magical Treasure.

This was a golden Heaven-Suppressing Bell.

The Heaven-Suppressing Bell floated overhead, releasing a golden light that trapped Mo Lin within.

Unlike the previous situation at Beihai,

back at Beihai, the golden light from the Heaven-Suppressing Bell only formed a barrier with the ability to trap.

But this golden light contained restraining power for Mo Lin.

Mo Lin's power drastically diminished in an instant.

The power of the Pure Origin and Profound Dao Talisman also decreased sharply.

Bai Hai and the others' states were completely different from Mo Lin's.

With Mo Lin's power weakening, theirs was significantly enhanced.

Bai Hai lunged at Mo Lin with a fist.

This wasn't an ordinary attack; this punch harbored ten years of Dao Practice.

Mo Lin activated the Pure Origin and Profound Dao Talisman to block Bai Hai's attack.

The others launched attacks at Mo Lin.

These people wielded over ten years' worth of Dao Practice.

Ordinary means couldn't stop this group.

Xunxi transformed into a ghost shadow, launching a frenzied assault on Mo Lin.

Mo Lin was repeatedly forced back by their attacks.

For a moment, he was somewhat overwhelmed.

From a distance, Du Kui anxiously wanted to help Mo Lin,

"Tear it open for me," Du Kui shouted, struggling desperately to break free.

Unfortunately, it was all in vain; no matter how he struggled, the array remained immovable, tightly trapping him inside.

Du Kui couldn't help in the slightest.

"Mo Lin, stop struggling. You're doomed today."

"You won't survive..."

The Three Corpses had deployed all their members today, determined to eliminate Mo Lin and seize the Netherworld's Nether Fire from him.

They wouldn't let Mo Lin leave alive.

"Death?"

Mo Lin snorted coldly.

If things followed their course, Mo Lin might indeed die.

But that was only if he had no options.

However... Mo Lin had a card to play.

A wave of golden light surged from Mo Lin's hand.

A Three-Pointed Blade appeared in his hand.

This weapon was entirely formed of Dao Power.

Upon seeing this weapon, Wan Jia Peak and the others all showed a sign of apprehension.

This was something special, the weapon of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao.

Mo Lin's conjuring of this weapon's power was only slightly weaker than summoning a Dharma Body.

Mo Lin swung the Three-Pointed Blade, charging at Xunxi.

As a ghost, Xunxi feared divine objects.

In the face of the Three-Pointed Blade, she was powerless.

All her strength was suppressed.

Xunxi raised her arms to block the Three-Pointed Blade.

It was a futile gesture.

The Three-Pointed Blade severed Xunxi's arm.

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