The most surprising thing was the Yin deity's attitude towards Mo Lin.

How could a mighty Yin deity be so respectful to Mo Lin?

Everyone present was astonished at Chen Xi's attitude towards Mo Lin.

A Yin deity, no matter where it's placed, is an entity to be revered.

Yet Mo Lin easily summoned a Yin deity's true form.

This was truly terrifying.

Wu Binghai was also shocked at the moment, but his shock was unlike that of those around him.

He was shocked that Mo Lin was conjuring two completely different things.

One was a ghost, and the other was a deity.

No one had ever heard of someone simultaneously possessing a ghost and a deity.

But Mo Lin did it.

Lin Xiaoman felt utterly hopeless at this moment, her face instantly losing color, turning pale as death.

She originally thought that summoning a Yin deity's clone would be a surefire way to deal with Mo Lin.

But she had ultimately underestimated Mo Lin.

"Stop pretending to be pitiful here, show your hand," Mo Lin said coldly to Lin Xiaoman.

The tricks Lin Xiaoman had just used were visible to all.

Similarly, Lin Xiaoman also had some unspeakable skills.

Lin Xiaoman gradually calmed her emotions.

If possible, she really didn't want to use those things.

But the situation had changed.

If she didn't use them, she would die here today.

In this life-and-death moment, there was no room for hesitation.

Just as Lin Xiaoman was about to make her move, a figure suddenly appeared behind her.

The Red Dust Immortal Lineage's chief appeared.

The chief patted Lin Xiaoman's shoulder, reminding her, "Don't rush, don't use that trick yet."

"But..."

Lin Xiaoman was about to say something when the chief interrupted her.

"Wait for my move. If I fail, then you can use that trick," the chief said to Lin Xiaoman slowly.

"Okay." Lin Xiaoman nodded.

Thus, she stepped back a pace.

Wu Binghai saw the chief appear, and a trace of killing intent flashed in his deep eyes as he directly swung his fist to attack the chief.

As Wu Binghai made his move, two captain-level figures beside him also moved.

Then, chaos ensued.

In the battle, Wu Binghai gained the upper hand over the chief.

The chief took out a Buddha Treasure to deal with Wu Binghai.

Although the chief was protected by the Buddha Treasure, he couldn't gain the upper hand against Wu Binghai's might.

Gradually, in the battle between the chief and Wu Binghai, the chief began to lose.

Soon, Wu Binghai seized an opportunity and directly snapped the chief's neck.

With the chief's death, there were no more surprises.

Lin Xiaoman and her allies were doomed to failure.

Seeing the chief dead, Lin Xiaoman knew it was time to use that move.

"Die, let's all die together," Lin Xiaoman suddenly seemed to go mad, raising her hands, shouting loudly into the air.

"Bang!"

Next to Lin Xiaoman, a young man self-destructed, and blood splattered into the air.

Just like a watermelon smashed to pieces.

It wasn't just this person; similar phenomena occurred around her.

The sounds of explosions rose one after another.

With each explosion, a young disciple of the Red Dust Immortal Lineage self-destructed.

Those who were still fighting showed signs of fear on their faces at this moment.

Qu Wuyi also realized the trick, it was clearly Lin Xiaoman's doing.

"Lin Xiaoman, what did you do to these people?" Qu Wuyi questioned Lin Xiaoman.

These people were fighting for Lin Xiaoman against Mo Lin,

but unexpectedly, it resulted in Lin Xiaoman's betrayal.

Who could accept that?

"Sacrificing their lives, sacrificing to evil spirits," Lin Xiaoman said coldly.

"Are you insane?"

Qu Wuyi never expected Lin Xiaoman to do something so outrageous.

This was just an enmity between her and Mo Lin.

It had no relation to the evil spirits.

Yet Lin Xiaoman actually had connections with the evil spirits.

This made it hard for Qu Wuyi to accept for a moment.

At this point, Mo Lin and his allies had stopped fighting.

More and more people from the Red Dust Immortal Lineage were dying.

Aside from a few captains, the rest were all dead.

The ground flowed with blood like streams,

bodies strewn everywhere.

Long ago, Lin Xiaoman had set restrictions on these people,

which led to the current situation.

Lin Xiaoman stood in the pool of blood, her smile growing increasingly insane.

"Die... let's all die here together."

She had already hit rock bottom and couldn't care anymore.

She was reckless.

This action exceeded everyone's expectations.

The captains who were fighting for her stopped as well.

No one would assist Lin Xiaoman when she was involved with evil spirits.

Everyone had their limits.

They helped Lin Xiaoman confront Mo Lin,

that was about enmity.

But Lin Xiaoman sacrificing Red Dust Immortal Lineage disciples, that was overstepping.

It went beyond everyone's limits.

No one would help her further.

The blood on the ground gathered together,

forming into a blood person.

Lin Xiaoman had long hit rock bottom,

she knew she'd lose the battle today.

Even if she died, she'd drag Mo Lin down with her,

even if she couldn't kill Mo Lin, she'd leave him with an injury.

The blood man stood on the ground, then gradually revealed a figure.

The blood-red figure twisted in the air,

then slowly revealed its true form.

A dark Buddha Light surged forth.

Venerable Naljor—the Sitting Arhat.

The Sitting Arhat, manifested in this world.

Descending upon the human world with human blood.

This was Mo Lin's second encounter with such a phenomenon.

The first was in Xu Yue City,

when Sudhana descended.

Now it was the Sittting Arhat's descent.

Though the Sitting Arhat manifested, it emitted an ominous aura.

The black Buddha Light exuded strangeness.

A sudden thought flooded Mo Lin's mind.

"These so-called evil spirits, could they be these Western Buddhas?"

Earlier, the black lotus, and Sudhana.

All were linked with the Western Buddhas.

Hence, Mo Lin had such a thought in his mind.

The Sitting Arhat appeared, his pitch-black eyes fixed upon the Immortal Body of King Guangmu.

"You, you haven't fallen yet?"

The Sitting Arhat's tone bore impatience, as if, to him, King Guangmu should have long been dead.

"Young lady, you forged a Golden Body for me, summoned me to this world, I can grant you one wish," the Sitting Arhat said slowly to Lin Xiaoman.

Lin Xiaoman pointed fiercely at Mo Lin, "I want him dead."

"Very well,"

The Sitting Arhat agreed.

His Golden Body, formed from Red Dust Immortal Blood, was of high rank.

Able to unleash nearly half of his power.

Erasing Mo Lin was more than enough.

As for the Immortal Body of King Guangmu, it couldn't stop him.

The Celestial King of All-Seeing's Immortal Body was the Yang soul that survived after his original self fell.

The Sitting Arhat was the awakened Golden Body.

His original self was still alive, so he was stronger than King Guangmu's Immortal Body.

"Go!"

The usually silent Immortal Body of King Guangmu suddenly uttered a word.

Mo Lin immediately understood the terror of the Sitting Arhat.

A being that could make the Celestial King fear spoke volumes about his power.

The Sitting Arhat's lips curled into a strange smile.

"I will punish you, subject you to the agony of flaying and stripping your muscles."

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