Mo Lin didn't understand why Lin Xiaoman spoke on Yingying's behalf.

Having interacted with Yingying earlier, Mo Lin felt that her behavior was peculiar.

Yet Lin Xiaoman insisted on supporting Yingying, leaving Mo Lin momentarily perplexed.

"Mo Lin, what are you doing?" Yingying spread her hands wide and asked Mo Lin with a puzzled expression.

"You're not Yingying..." Mo Lin muttered softly.

The voice wasn't loud, but Yingying heard it clearly.

Swoosh...

Yingying's hair stood on end instantly, as if a gust of wind was blowing through it.

Yingying rushed straight to Mo Lin.

"So you know?"

With anger, Yingying demanded from Mo Lin, "How much do you know? Who told you?"

"Was it your sister? That traitor?"

Yingying reached out to grab Mo Lin's throat.

Mo Lin used the Netherworld's Nether Fire to defend against Yingying's attack.

The Netherworld's Nether Fire appeared in front of Mo Lin, blocking Yingying's assault.

Yingying really has issues.

Mo Lin's probing words had elicited such a fierce response from Yingying.

Yingying suddenly calmed down.

"Impossible... You shouldn't know those things... Anyone who dared reveal those things would be dead."

Yingying guessed generally that Mo Lin knew some things, but only a bit.

Having no clear understanding of those matters.

Standing silently, Lin Xiaoman clenched her fist and moved her steps.

Yingying turned to Lin Xiaoman and questioned, "You're helping him too?"

"He's a genius from our Celestial Sect, don't touch him," Lin Xiaoman said to Yingying under immense pressure.

Here, she undoubtedly understood the terror of this woman.

Because she thoroughly understood this woman, she felt a fear that ran deep in her bones.

This woman before her, she was one of the founders of Daoist Cultivation.

Ghosts invaded Jiangzhou.

That night, everyone in Jiangzhou disappeared.

Like they had evaporated into thin air, everyone in Jiangzhou vanished.

Later, a group of people emerged, claiming to be survivors from the Jiangzhou disaster.

After those people appeared, they possessed powers beyond comprehension.

Ghost-Controlling Master was a profession proposed by one of those people, spreading nationwide.

This woman before her was one of them.

She proposed the concept of Daoist Cultivation.

Precisely planning the realms and methods of Daoist cultivation.

This woman before her can only be described as unfathomable.

Therefore, Lin Xiaoman became so vigilant upon seeing this woman.

"Are you going to defy me?"

Yingying tilted her head, staring fixedly at Lin Xiaoman.

Beads of sweat appeared on Lin Xiaoman's forehead as great pressure swept over her.

She felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on her body.

"That's not what I mean... I hope you won't hurt Mo Lin," Lin Xiaoman spoke under immense pressure.

"This is between him and me, stay out of it," Yingying dismissed Lin Xiaoman entirely.

Lin Xiaoman maintained a combative stance.

She didn't trust Yingying.

Though she was a progenitor of Daoist Cultivation, none of her deeds over the years were good.

Even causing several disasters to the human world.

Previously, Mo Haiyue also mentioned to Lin Xiaoman, "Yingying is not trustworthy."

Yingying extended her hand towards Mo Lin, "Give me the True Martial Emperor Map."

As the words left her mouth, Yingying's palm opened.

Streams of light floated in the air from her palm.

At the peak of Daoist cultivation.

Each light by Yingying represented a Daoist Skill.

There were thirteen lights ahead.

This meant Yingying possessed thirteen Daoist Skills.

She had cultivated those skills to perfection, hence the display.

Seeing Mo Lin silent, Yingying frowned, showing displeasure.

She slowly moved her index finger.

One beam of light shot towards Mo Lin.

The light spread open in the air.

A golden Eight Trigrams Array appeared beneath Mo Lin's feet.

Then the Eight Trigrams Array spun, and the light shot straight to the skies.

Mo Lin was at the center of the light, as if countless hands were pulling his limbs from different directions.

A fierce pain surged, his body was about to be torn apart.

Mo Lin found it difficult to cope for a moment.

Yingying had twelve other such skills similar to this.

These skills, just like the Pure Origin and Profound Dao Technique, were of the same level.

Mo Lin's Netherworld's Nether Fire was particularly effective against ghosts and evil spirits.

But struggled against Daoist Skills.

Mo Lin used the Pure Origin and Profound Dao Technique, summoning the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao Dharma Body.

The Three-Pointed Blade swung out, directly breaking the surrounding attraction.

Broke Yingying's move.

Yingying remained composed, having merely given Mo Lin a minor warning.

"Give me the True Martial Emperor Map," Yingying again demanded Mo Lin.

"I want to know, who are you? Since you're not Yingying, where is Yingying?" Mo Lin didn't rush, instead probing Yingying for useful information.

"I am her, but not her."

Yingying's reply was just as cryptic.

Completely incomprehensible.

"Three Nightmare Immortals!"

Mo Lin called out to the sky.

A surge of dark clouds rolled in, instantly casting a dark shadow over the previously clear sky.

"Sigh... Why do you always provoke these people?"

A soft, mournful voice echoed from the void.

Mo Lin had the Immortal Summoning Talisman; when he called for the Three Nightmare Immortals, she could immediately arrive no matter where she was.

"Help me deal with this person," Mo Lin pointed at Yingying and spoke to the phantom in the sky.

"Are you mad? This woman, with a body full of evil spirit aura, is not to be trifled with."

"One million Netherworld Currency, help me capture her," Mo Lin knew the Three Nightmare Immortals liked money, so he offered a monetary deal.

"It's not about the money; her background involves too much," the Three Nightmare Immortals replied.

"Two million Netherworld Currency."

"I can only help block her, preventing her from attacking you."

"Three million Netherworld Currency."

"It's really not about the money."

"Five million Netherworld Currency..."

"Six million Netherworld Currency..."

"Seven million Netherworld Currency..."

This amount was already exceedingly high.

The phantom in the air visibly hesitated.

"I can help you capture her, but you need to help me."

The voice of the Three Nightmare Immortals sounded again.

"Alright."

Mo Lin had no options left, so he had to agree.

Lin Xiaoman held her breath the entire time.

Mo Lin's composure seemed suffocatingly calm.

Under normal circumstances, Mo Lin would not be Yingying's match.

Yet Mo Lin didn't panic; he even summoned assistance.

Three Nightmare Immortals.

Isn't this a legendary existence?

This individual also carried another title: Nightmare Demon.

The phantom in the sky moved its hand, causing changes in the white space above, creating a vortex from thin air.

The vortex expanded continuously in the air.

Then it swallowed both Mo Lin and Yingying.

In the next instant.

Mo Lin and Yingying found themselves in an entirely new place.

Nightmare Realm!

Surrounded by darkness.

The figure of the Three Nightmare Immortals stood prominently ahead.

It was she who used such a heaven-defying method to summon Mo Lin and Yingying to the Nightmare Realm.

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