Encountering the Thirteen-Colored Red Dust Immortal at Ghost Mountain was also a gain for Mo Lin.

Mo Lin waited here for about an hour or so.

The couple came over.

"Lord Mo Lin, my name is Du Fu, and I'm willing to serve you loyally," Du Fu said respectfully to Mo Lin, standing directly in front of him.

Mo Lin saved his wife's life, and this debt of gratitude could only be repaid with his lifetime of service.

"You help me guard Ghost Mountain," Mo Lin wanted Du Fu to help him secure Ghost Mountain.

Ghost Mountain served as Mo Lin's base for launching an attack on the Ghost Realm.

Be it against the Ghost Realm or the Underworld, this place was ideal.

"I will definitely help you guard Ghost Mountain," Du Fu promised Mo Lin.

He was a Thirteen-Colored Red Dust Immortal, with power equal to Zhen Lingling, unless the Domain Master of the Ghost Realm personally came.

Otherwise, he could definitely hold Ghost Mountain.

Mo Lin left over a thousand ghosts at Ghost Mountain.

Mo Lin was not in a hurry to launch an attack on the Ghost Realm; the time was not yet right.

Mo Lin had arranged for a spy beside the Domain Master.

When to take action against the Ghost Realm depended on the news from the spy.

After giving Du Fu a few instructions, Mo Lin left and returned to the Shen Family Stronghold.

Mo Lin had eliminated Chen Ghost, and now the Shen Family Stronghold was peaceful, the people no longer had to venture to Ghost Mountain to earn Netherworld Currency.

At least, everyone could lead a stable life.

Cui Xinyun sat on the chair, calmly looking at Mo Lin.

"Is the matter at Ghost Mountain resolved?" Cui Xinyun asked Mo Lin.

"Yes," Mo Lin nodded.

"You should head back," Cui Xinyun said to Mo Lin, unhurriedly.

"Back where?" Mo Lin asked in confusion.

"Great Spirit Mountain."

Cui Xinyun slowly said to Mo Lin, "Great Spirit Mountain needs you."

Mo Lin had initially come here to ask Cui Xinyun to join forces with him against West Mountain.

But now that Cui Xinyun was gravely injured and unable to help Mo Lin.

Thus, Mo Lin had to face West Mountain alone.

West Mountain was an insurmountable hurdle for Mo Lin.

"I've received word that Great Spirit Mountain is besieged by West Mountain. If you don't go back, everyone at Great Spirit Mountain will die," Cui Xinyun spoke to Mo Lin again.

Great Spirit Mountain needed Mo Lin.

Great Spirit Mountain was the last hope of the human realm.

Mo Lin's friends were all at Great Spirit Mountain.

If Great Spirit Mountain were completely destroyed, it would, without a doubt, be a huge blow to the human realm.

Mo Lin also could not bear to see his friends killed by the people from West Mountain.

"Hurry to Great Spirit Mountain," Cui Xinyun said to Mo Lin once more.

"Alright, I will return to Great Spirit Mountain now."

Then Mo Lin thought for a moment and said to Cui Xinyun, "Take care of yourself."

After telling Cui Xinyun a few things, Mo Lin turned and left.

Cui Xinyun watched Mo Lin's back, feeling very complex.

Mo Lin had too many burdens to bear.

The human realm and Great Spirit Mountain alike.

The Ghost Realm, the Underworld.

All matters were interwoven with Mo Lin.

Mo Lin took on everything alone; an ordinary person would have been exhausted long ago.

...

Great Spirit Mountain.

Jiang Yun stood alone at Great Spirit Mountain.

The Daoist cultivators stood at the forefront.

Jiang Yun was now quite capable on her own.

She was now a Six-Colored Red Dust Immortal.

"I heard there's a murderous demon appearing in Jin County?" Jiang Yun asked Wu Binghai.

"That's right, that person is called the Fake Evil Buddha.

Though human, their deeds are like those of an Evil Buddha.

They've already killed as many as a hundred thousand people."

Wu Binghai paused for a moment, hesitating to speak.

"What's the matter? Just say it if there's something to say."

"That person's name is Zhao Tian; he was said to be a friend of Mo Lin's." Wu Binghai added.

"What?"

Upon hearing this news, Jiang Yun was a bit shocked.

Mo Lin's friend turned out to be a Fake Evil Buddha?

"Sigh..."

Jiang Yun sighed softly, "We can't handle Zhao Tian's matter for now, let's focus on overcoming the current crisis."

At the foot of Great Spirit Mountain, stood many people.

Leading them was a man in white garments who looked sickly.

He was Bai Xu, a Twelve-Colored Red Dust Immortal from West Mountain.

Not only did Bai Xu come, but Joyful Arhat also arrived.

The two-meter-tall Joyful Arhat stood in the front.

They came to Great Spirit Mountain with one objective.

To annihilate Great Spirit Mountain, to kill everyone at Great Spirit Mountain.

Once everyone here was killed,

the human realm would be at the mercy of West Mountain.

Jiang Yun looked at Bai Xu and his group and murmured, "If our benefactor were still alive, maybe these people wouldn't dare to be so arrogant?"

Wu Binghai also sighed helplessly upon hearing Jiang Yun's words.

Mo Lin's death at West Mountain caught everyone off guard.

"Commence attack!" Bai Xu commanded.

The people behind him rushed forward.

At the same time, Zhen Lingling also gave the order.

"Attack!"

Chen Xi dashed out, engaging Joyful Arhat in battle.

Though Chen Xi possessed the powers of a shadow deity, he was no match for Joyful Arhat.

Joyful Arhat swung his palm, delivering a forceful punch that sent Chen Xi retreating backward.

Simultaneously, Zhen Lingling also engaged in the fight.

Zhen Lingling was battling Joyful Arhat as well.

Zhen Lingling raised her right hand, summoning a sword shadow behind her, and slashed at Joyful Arhat.

Zhen Lingling had to maintain the Defense Array of Jiangzhou Dao while fighting Joyful Arhat.

She had no way to fully unleash her strength.

Only by joining forces with Chen Xi could Zhen Lingling manage Joyful Arhat.

However, Bai Xu seemed almost invincible here.

Wu Binghai and Jiang Yun teamed up to confront Bai Xu.

Jiang Yun used the Six-Colored Wish Power, forming a massive hand that slammed at Bai Xu.

Meanwhile, Wu Binghai manifested a Nine-Colored Wish Power Longsword and struck at Bai Xu fiercely.

Bai Xu showed no fear in the face of their joint attack.

Being a Twelve-Colored Red Dust Immortal, Bai Xu was immensely powerful.

He effortlessly shattered Jiang Yun's attack, appearing before her, and landed a heavy punch on her chest.

Jiang Yun's body flew over a meter away, crashing to the ground.

At the same time, Bai Xu kicked at Wu Binghai.

Wu Binghai's body was also sent flying.

Admittedly,

they were no match for Bai Xu.

People around attempted to attack Bai Xu,

trying to overwhelm him with numbers.

But unfortunately, they were too weak to be Bai Xu's opponents.

Bai Xu easily slaughtered these people.

Bai Xu then approached Jiang Yun, grabbed her by the head, and lifted her up.

Jiang Yun was like a chick, incapable of resisting Bai Xu's grasp.

"Die!" Bai Xu said coldly.

With those words, Bai Xu prepared to end Jiang Yun's life.

Jiang Yun took a deep breath, ready to face death.

The next moment, something unexpected happened.

A surge of pitch-black flames emerged, forcing Bai Xu to retreat.

Jiang Yun's eyes widened as she recognized the flames.

Netherworld's Nether Fire!

Wasn't this Mo Lin's flame?

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