Jiang Yun saw these pitch-black flames, and her eyes instantly reddened.

"Benefactor?"

Her first reaction was to think of Mo Lin.

After all, the Netherworld's Nether Fire belonged to Mo Lin.

"Benefactor isn't dead?"

Jiang Yun shook her head, "Impossible, I saw him die on West Mountain with my own eyes, he couldn't have survived."

Suddenly, Jiang Yun's pupils shrank abruptly.

Her eyes instantly reddened.

"Benefactor!"

She rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't mistaken.

It was really Mo Lin.

Mo Lin wasn't dead at all.

Not only was he not dead, but Mo Lin had returned.

Mo Lin, wearing a black coat, walked over slowly.

Wu Binghai was overjoyed the moment he saw Mo Lin was still alive.

"Great, you're alive, that's great." Wu Binghai shouted excitedly.

Some were happy, some were worried.

Jiang Yun and Wu Binghai were overjoyed at this moment.

In contrast, Bai Xu's expression was as if he had eaten dog feces, looking ugly.

"Not dead?"

Bai Xu stared at Mo Lin in surprise, "Why are you still alive?"

"I clearly killed you with my own hands."

"How didn't you die?"

Bai Xu couldn't believe it, not one bit.

But Mo Lin was indeed standing alive right in front of him.

Mo Lin didn't answer and directly took action.

The Netherworld's Nether Fire surged out, covering Bai Xu.

"Rumble..."

A burst of explosive sound rang out, Bai Xu was shaken back.

"I could kill you once, I can kill you a second time."

Bai Xu shouted and directly used his twelve-colored Wishing Power.

The twelve-colored Wishing Power condensed into a massive sphere, smashing down towards Mo Lin.

Mo Lin raised his hand, using the Nanming Li Fire.

The Nanming Li Fire surged out, condensing in mid-air into a giant orange fireball, crashing down onto the twelve-colored Wish Power Ball.

The two forces collided, and a wave of air surged out.

The next moment, Bai Xu charged at Mo Lin once more.

Then he took out a box with a silver-white cover, and in the next moment, he threw the cover out.

Mo Lin's Nanming Li Fire was directly extinguished by the white cover.

No one knew what this magical treasure was, but it effectively countered Mo Lin's Nanming Li Fire.

"Netherworld's Nether Fire."

Mo Lin used the Netherworld's Nether Fire again, and the same thing happened.

Mo Lin's Netherworld's Nether Fire was also extinguished by this black cover.

Mo Lin then realized that Bai Xu's magical treasure restrained Mo Lin's Divine Fire.

"Without the Divine Fire, you're nothing." Bai Xu mocked Mo Lin disdainfully.

Without the Divine Fire, Mo Lin in his eyes was even less than Jiang Yun.

After all, Mo Lin wasn't even a One-Color Red Dust Immortal now.

Back then, at Great Spirit Mountain, Mo Lin's head was severed by the Immortal Slaying Ghost.

Mo Lin's power plummeted and hasn't recovered since.

"Without the Divine Fire, what do you have to fight me with?" Bai Xu said to Mo Lin again.

Although his magical treasure was an imitation and one-time use only, it was enough to deal with Mo Lin.

He didn't believe Mo Lin could live a second time.

Jiang Yun was anxious seeing Mo Lin unable to use the Divine Fire.

"Benefactor, go first, I'll find a way to hold him off." Jiang Yun urged Mo Lin to leave.

"Mo Lin, you go first, we'll hold this guy off." Wu Binghai also urged Mo Lin to leave.

As long as Mo Lin was alive, there was a chance to turn things around.

But if Mo Lin died.

There would be no hope left in the mortal world.

Mo Lin stood still, showing no intention of leaving.

"Without the Divine Fire, I'm still a force you cannot provoke."

With those words, Mo Lin took out the Yellow Springs Book and yanked it fiercely with his right hand.

The Wish Power from the Yellow Springs Book flowed like a river, merging into Mo Lin's body along his arm.

Mo Lin seemed as if he were standing beneath a waterfall, receiving its baptism.

Monochromatic Wishing Power!

Three-colored Wishing Power!

Five-colored Wishing Power!

Seven-colored Wishing Power!

Nine-colored Wishing Power!

Ten-colored Wishing Power!

Wish Power surged around Mo Lin's body, and his strength rose directly.

This scene left Bai Xu dumbfounded.

It was the first time he had encountered something so absurd.

He had no idea how much effort he put in to become a Twelve-Colored Red Dust Immortal.

But Mo Lin obtained ten-colored Wishing Power in less than a minute.

The difference between the two was too great.

Mo Lin accomplished in a minute what Bai Xu would take nearly a lifetime to achieve.

The colors around Mo Lin's body continued to change.

Twelve-colored Wishing Power.

Thirteen-colored Wishing Power.

The color around Mo Lin's body stopped at the number thirteen.

At this moment, Mo Lin possessed thirteen-colored Wishing Power.

It's not that Mo Lin couldn't improve anymore.

Thirteen-colored Wishing Power was already the limit.

Not that Mo Lin could only become a Thirteen-Colored Red Dust Immortal, but the Thirteen-Colored Red Dust Immortal was already the limit of this path.

Bai Xu's previously disdainful expression had vanished instantly, replaced with a serious one.

He finally understood why the Evil Buddha had personally insisted that Mo Lin must be killed.

The Evil Buddha even prepared a meticulous plan to kill Mo Lin.

He once thought the Evil Buddha overestimated Mo Lin.

Now it seemed that was not the case.

Mo Lin raised his hand, and the thirteen-colored Wishing Power surged out, covering Bai Xu.

"Celestial Soldier Dharma Aspect!"

Bai Xu shouted and unleashed his trump card.

A gigantic figure appeared behind him.

A celestial soldier clad in armor emerged.

This celestial soldier, wielding a spear, stabbed forward and broke through Mo Lin's thirteen-colored Wishing Power.

Bai Xu waved, and the celestial soldier behind him swung the silver spear, stabbing fiercely at Mo Lin.

An aura of terror erupted.

Just when the spear in the celestial soldier's hand was about to pierce Mo Lin, an unexpected event occurred.

"Three-Headed Six-Armed Dharma Technique."

Mo Lin snorted coldly.

A gigantic figure appeared behind him, a figure with three heads and six arms manifested.

The Great God, the figure of the Great God Nezha emerged.

The Red Tassel Spear thrust forward at the celestial soldier.

The two figures clashed.

One was a celestial soldier, the other a Great God.

The two were of completely different leagues.

Mo Lin had the Nezha Dharma Aspect of the Three Altars Sea Assembly God.

Bai Xu showed apprehension in his eyes at this moment, and now he was scared.

Mo Lin had too many techniques, Bai Xu clearly realized he was no match for Mo Lin.

"Arhat, save me." Bai Xu called out to the Joyful Arhat in the distance.

Mo Lin used his Wish Power to condense a Three-Pointed Blade.

The Three-Pointed Blade swung out directly, slashing towards Bai Xu's head.

Bai Xu used his Celestial Soldier Dharma Aspect to block Mo Lin's attack.

But at this moment, the Nezha Dharma Aspect also took action.

The Three-Pointed Blade traced Bai Xu's neck.

Blood splattered, and Bai Xu was directly obliterated.

By the time the Joyful Arhat arrived from afar, it was already too late.

Bai Xu was already dead.

The Joyful Arhat stared at Mo Lin, "I knew it, the person who died last time wasn't you."

The next moment, the Joyful Arhat waved his hand.

Without hesitation, Mo Lin fought back using the Great God Nezha Dharma Aspect against him.

"Black and White Impermanence!"

Mo Lin called out.

In an instant, Black and White Impermanence appeared.

When the Joyful Arhat saw this, his face turned grim.

"Mo Lin!" he murmured.

The Nirvana Flame in Mo Lin's hand transformed and burst out fiercely.

A black fire surged and roared like a dragon, heading straight for the Joyful Arhat.

The world was ignited, engulfed in the terrifying flames of the Divine Fire.

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