Seeing this scene, Mo Lin's heart tightened involuntarily.

This was just too tragic.

How strong must one's will be to maintain clarity of consciousness?

"Bang!"

A large knife fell directly from the sky, chopping off Li Lezhi's head.

Blood splattered in the air.

Mo Lin's gaze turned icy.

Mo Lin looked in the direction; it was a fat man wearing a shirt.

His white shirt was stained with blood.

He stood out in stark contrast.

Mo Lin looked around; he was the only one there.

"Finally came out, I've been waiting for you for so long."

The fat man slowly stood up.

He raised his hand.

The body of Li Lezhi, who had just been killed, stood up again with the fat man's gesture.

Corpse control techniques.

"Looking for me?"

"Damn right, who else would I be looking for?"

The fat man somehow took a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

Blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.

"The True Martial Emperor Map, hand it over?"

So that's what they're after, the True Martial Emperor Map.

Seeing Mo Lin's slightly confused eyes, the fat man snorted coldly, "Kid, don't tell me you don't know what the True Martial Emperor Map is for?"

Seeing Mo Lin not answer, the fat man was sure that Mo Lin really didn't know the purpose of the map.

"If you don't know what the True Martial Emperor Map is used for, you dare to meddle in the affairs of the True Martial Temple; you've got guts."

The fat man snorted coldly.

"Oh, let me introduce myself, Evil Cultivator Group, eighth elder, they call me Corpse Immortal!"

The Corpse Immortal introduced himself.

"I'm curious, when the True Martial Emperor Map was in the True Martial Temple, you didn't snatch it, but now with me, you're all over it?" Mo Lin was utterly speechless.

So these people were all after him?

The True Martial Emperor Map had always been in the True Martial Temple, why didn't anyone try to snatch it then?

Now that Mo Lin had it, all sorts of bizarre characters have sprung up.

"The True Martial Temple has restrictions, we don't dare to enter it lightly."

It's not that they didn't want to rob the True Martial Temple.

But they didn't dare, fearing death.

There is a True Martial Emperor Array in the temple.

That thing is no joke.

Once the array is activated, the True Martial Emperor's Dharma Body descends, oppressing everything, who dares to court death?

But now the situation is different, Mo Lin had taken the True Martial Emperor Map out of the temple.

Their target naturally became Mo Lin.

"Corpse Immortal? That's quite a title." Mo Lin mocked.

To call oneself an immortal.

Either blind self-confidence or true skill.

Mo Lin didn't dare to underestimate him at all.

The Corpse Immortal didn't waste any more words, he raised his right hand.

Around him, corpses slowly began to appear.

The skeletal corpses around seemed to come to life, one by one stood up.

These corpse control techniques were impressive.

Mo Lin glanced at the distant pile of corpses stacked like a hill.

Those corpses had not yet been controlled, likely some of Corpse Immortal's plans.

He deliberately lured Mo Lin here to use those corpses against him.

Mo Lin raised his hand, the Netherworld's Nether Fire surged forth.

The black flames enveloped Mo Lin, protecting him within.

The Corpse Immortal already knew Mo Lin had this fire, so he wasn't in a hurry to attack, simply controlling the skeletal corpses to attack Mo Lin mindlessly.

Upon touching the Netherworld's Nether Fire, the skeletal corpses were instantly consumed by black flames and melted away.

But there were many more skeletal corpses around.

And these were the lowest echelon of battle prowess.

No matter how many Mo Lin killed, to the Corpse Immortal, it didn't matter.

He just wanted to use them to wear Mo Lin out.

This despicable strategy was transparent to Mo Lin.

Mo Lin raised his hand, the Nether Fire surged like a tide, consuming all the approaching skeletal corpses.

Seeing this, the Corpse Immortal smirked, waving his hand again.

The distant pile of corpses began to rise as if coming to life.

They charged at Mo Lin again.

"I don't believe you can use the Netherworld's Nether Fire indefinitely." The Corpse Immortal knew that Mo Lin couldn't use the fire endlessly.

When Mo Lin was unable to use it, that would be his chance to strike.

Mo Lin repeated his previous actions, using the Nether Fire to consume all the approaching corpses.

Under the flames' burning, all the corpses were destroyed.

The Corpse Immortal's contemptuous expression faded.

He raised his hand again.

A golden-grey corpse appeared.

This one was different from the others.

It was well-preserved, every detail intact.

Moreover, its clothing was clean.

It moved like a living person, raising its right hand, making a seal gesture.

A stream of yellow Talisman paper flew out from behind it.

Rushing towards Mo Lin.

Seeing the face of this corpse, Mo Lin exclaimed.

"Golden Talisman Sect, Guo Tian?"

Indeed, that's him.

Mo Lin had previously encountered him in Xu Yue City.

They had even completed a mission together.

Unexpectedly, they met again like this.

Guo Tian's face was pale, just a controlled walking corpse.

But his Daoist skills remained.

Exactly as they were in life.

Guo Tian raised his hand, the golden Talisman paper rushing towards Mo Lin, trying to control him.

Failing to control Mo Lin, the paper exploded like bombs in front of him.

The manipulation technique of the Talisman paper was impressive.

"Kid, you won't survive today."

Corpse Immortal waved his hand again.

In the distance, thirty-two corpses appeared.

The Thirty-Two Celestial Spirits of Xu Yue City, all their corpses were here.

Mo Lin took a deep breath.

Why were all these people under Corpse Immortal's control?

He remembered that after the Xu Yue City incident, the Celestial Sect handled the aftermath.

Mo Lin squinted, guessing what was going on.

There's an inner traitor in the Celestial Sect!

Otherwise, these corpses wouldn't have ended up with the Corpse Immortal.

At this moment, Mo Lin finally understood why Corpse Immortal was alone.

The enemy was well-prepared and confident he could eliminate Mo Lin.

Mo Lin raised his hand, a halo forming behind his head.

A halo formed by Wish Power.

Seven-colored!

Just like a Buddha's light.

Empowered by Wish Power.

Great Dao Wishing Power Technique!

The moment the Corpse Immortal saw the seven-colored halo behind Mo Lin, he was dumbfounded.

"What the hell? Are you kidding me?"

"Seven-Colored Red Dust Immortal?"

No longer composed, the Corpse Immortal cursed.

Nervous.

He could potentially deal with ordinary Red Dust Immortals.

What was a Seven-Colored Red Dust Immortal?

It surpassed many existences.

"Tsk... no, wait..."

"Three colors?"

The Corpse Immortal frowned, completely baffled by Mo Lin's technique.

Why was the halo Mo Lin condensed with Wish Power seven-colored, yet the power he wielded was only three-colored?

This defied explanation.

This was Mo Lin's first time using the Great Dao Wishing Power Technique, he was a bit unpracticed.

Moreover, Mo Lin only knew the first stage, covering his skin with condensed Wish Power.

The Corpse Immortal furrowed his brow again.

With such a grand setup, Mo Lin executed the most basic technique?

He thought Mo Lin had some incredible means.

Ending up with the most... most... basic of moves.

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