Mo Lin used more than ten types of Ghost Skills in succession to attack the Ghost King.

These Ghost Skills inflicted various degrees of damage to the Ghost King.

At the same time, they pinned down the shadow of the Ghost King's dark spirit.

At this moment, the Ghost King realized one thing: even without the Netherworld's Nether Fire, Mo Lin was still very strong.

Yingying wasn't idle either; as Mo Lin made his move, she also took action.

Yingying raised her right hand, and a massive black sphere appeared in her palm.

Then she hurled the sphere toward the Ghost King.

"Boom..." The sound of an explosion echoed through the air.

Centered on the Ghost King, a huge vortex appeared all around.

The Ghost King was at the very center of the vortex.

Earlier, it was her dark spirit that blocked Yingying's attack for her.

Yingying possessed more than a dozen types of Daoist Skills.

So far, she had only used two types of Daoist Skills.

Then Yingying raised her hand once more, using her third Daoist Skill, a golden light condensed in her palm.

Then she charged at the Ghost King.

Mo Lin, with no hesitation, used the Four-Color Wish Power and charged at the Ghost King.

The Ghost King faced the combined attack of Mo Lin and Yingying.

Gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Even showing signs of being overpowered.

Yingying was just too strong.

When Yingying unleashed her fifth Daoist Skill, the Ghost King was finally defeated.

Bear in mind, Yingying's Daoist Skills were very powerful; each skill was at the level of the Pure Origin and Profound Dao Technique, or even stronger.

Even without Mo Lin, Yingying alone wouldn't lose against the Ghost King.

As for winning, it was just a matter of time.

Now with Mo Lin and Yingying teaming up, victory came more swiftly.

Yingying's body shone with golden light, the golden light converged in the sky, forming a giant silhouette.

This giant silhouette was condensed using Dao Power, completely different from the Dharma Body of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao previously summoned by Mo Lin.

The giant silhouette waved its hands, as if slapping mosquitoes with two hands.

The Ghost King was at the very center of its palms.

The Ghost King had no time to dodge and could only watch as the massive palms smacked down at him.

The two palms collided, "bang!" the crisp sound was deafening.

The Ghost King's body was directly torn apart by the immense impact.

Ghost King fallen!

Mo Lin's body suddenly trembled, nearly collapsing into exhaustion.

The move Yingying just used consumed a great deal of Mo Lin's Dao Power.

Causing Mo Lin's body to momentarily be unable to withstand it, nearly leading to exhaustion.

Mo Lin currently had approximately a few thousand years' worth of Dao Power.

During this period, in his spare time, he would extract Dao Power from Netherworld Currency.

Accumulating slowly, he had around a few thousand years' worth of Dao Power.

Having so much Dao Power, it was enough to use various Daoist Skills.

Mo Lin stepped forward and stomped the black-and-white insect to death.

This insect, besides being able to devour Netherworld's Nether Fire, had no other function.

Let alone Mo Lin, even an ordinary child could easily stomp this insect to death.

Who knows what kind of expert the Ghost Realm hired to create an insect specifically to counter Mo Lin.

After resolving the Ghost King Realm ghost, Mo Lin was not idle.

He went straight to Wu'an Port to rescue the person who could help him deal with the Celestial Sect.

Along the way, Mo Lin took about twenty minutes.

Finally, he arrived at Wu'an Port.

Upon arriving at Wu'an Port, Mo Lin's pupils suddenly shrank, revealing a wary expression.

Ahead, there was a palace.

This palace emanated a black Buddhist light, guarded by a group of ghosts around it.

Imposing in its demeanor.

A stone bridge lay directly ahead, all ghosts wishing to enter the palace had to cross this stone bridge.

In front of the palace was a vast plaza.

There were over a dozen two-meter-tall pillars on the plaza, with ghosts tied to them.

They probably made a mistake or were being punished.

This place, compared to the Ghost City Mo Lin visited before, felt even more solemn and mysterious.

Mo Lin saw a familiar figure on that plaza.

Li Xue!

Li Xue was suspended on a pillar at that moment, his body broken, seemingly not long for this world.

It was unclear why he was subjected to such treatment.

Mo Lin was contemplating how to enter this palace.

This palace had only one exit, making it a bit unrealistic to sneak in.

Breaking in?

Would that be too conspicuous?

"Hey brother, what are you looking at here?" A man dressed in black, seeing Mo Lin sneaking around in the corner, asked him curiously.

Mo Lin turned around and saw the young man, who looked about Mo Lin's age.

"This..." Mo Lin pointed to the palace, then pointed at the man.

The man smiled, "Brother, is this your first time at Wu'an Port?"

"Yes." Mo Lin nodded.

"I am Lu Zheng, a Daoist Cultivator."

Lu Zheng introduced himself, "Follow me."

Lu Zheng led the way in the front, with Mo Lin following behind him.

He walked with confidence, not fearing the ghosts near the palace at all.

Lu Zheng pointed at the ghosts ahead and said to Mo Lin, "Don't be nervous, these ghosts won't harm us."

Knowing it was Mo Lin's first time here, Lu Zheng explained to him.

"This is the Jiangzhou Dao trade area. Here, as long as you follow the rules, nothing will happen."

The trade area refers to trading between humans and ghosts.

The main currency used is Netherworld Currency or other items.

"The Jiangzhou Dao trade area was established by ghosts." Lu Zheng whispered to Mo Lin.

As the two were talking, they arrived on the stone bridge.

As Lu Zheng had said, the guard ghosts did not attack them.

Mo Lin followed Lu Zheng into the palace.

Surrounding them was a thick Ghost Qi.

Ghost Shadows floated here and there.

The main road was lined with ghosts doing business, with items extremely peculiar displayed in front of them.

Some ghosts were even selling Netherworld Currency.

Meanwhile, Mo Lin also saw many humans.

"Brother, let me remind you, these ghosts won't hurt anyone here, but that doesn't mean you can break the rules. The rule here is no matter what happens, no fighting." Lu Zheng kindly reminded Mo Lin.

"What if these ghosts attack me?" Mo Lin asked a question he was concerned about.

"That won't happen; we have to follow the rules, and these ghosts must follow them too."

These rules are mutual.

Because of this rule, this place remained so stable.

Gray-white spheres floated in the air, a type of glowing Ghost Artifact.

Emitting a gray-white light, it didn't obscure the view, allowing the surroundings to be clearly seen.

"Brother, you wander around on your own; I'm off." Lu Zheng greeted Mo Lin and then left.

Mo Lin wandered here alone.

Not only ghosts traded here, but humans also sold items.

Mo Lin suddenly felt overwhelmed, wasn't he here to rescue someone?

This palace is so big, who was he supposed to save?

Where was that person?

Right now, Mo Lin felt like a tadpole that had lost its way, very confused.

A chubby, large face suddenly appeared beside Mo Lin.

"Yo... what brings you here?" A chubby man greeted Mo Lin curiously.

Mo Lin recognized this man; he was Jiang Yun's cousin.

The two had previously met at the Celestial Sect.

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