Dharma Body, represents Mo Lin's absolute power.
Mo Lin is not using his Dharma Body now, which ans everything is still within his control.
The Three Corpses have a grudge against Mo Lin.
Gui Wu originally wanted to assassinate Mo Lin but never had the chance.
So he chose this mont to strike.
"Guo Qu, let's team up and kill him." Gui Wu said to Guo Qu.
"Alright." Guo Qu nodded in agreent.
They hadn't initially planned to team up.
It was just a coincidence that they t, and both had a common enemy, so they joined forces.
Guo Qu knew very well he wasn't a match for Mo Lin.
How can anyone compete with thirty years of Dao Practice?
How do you fight that?
"Boy, even if you have a hundred years of Dao Practice, you'll still die here today."
The words fell, and Guo Qu launched another attack on Mo Lin.
At the sa ti, Gui Wu also attacked Mo Lin.
Mo Lin had already grasped Guo Qu's attack patterns.
The cultivation technique seems similar to flas, which appear as white fire when attacking the enemy.
This fla is different from the Netherworld's Nether Fire.
It should be a defense against the Netherworld's Nether Fire, a similar attack thod.
As for Gui Wu's attack thod, Mo Lin was clueless.
Mo Lin used the Pure Origin and Profound Dao Talisman to fend off Guo Qu's attacks, while keeping a vigilant eye on Gui Wu.
Gui Wu slowly waved his sword.
Then a force gathered at his sword blade.
He wielded the sharp sword, intending to stab Mo Lin.
The movent was cunning, targeting Mo Lin's vital points.
Guo Qu and Gui Wu attacked Mo Lin together.
Those watching the spectacle couldn't help but sweat for Mo Lin.
If Mo Lin can survive, he'd truly be blessed.
Anyway, they didn't think Mo Lin would win.
One was the White Tiger, the other a key mber of the Three Corpses, Gui Wu.
Each of them alone was a formidable presence.
Joining forces,
Mo Lin faced dire straits.
"This guy is dood."
"Sigh...offending these two, it's hard to avoid death."
"Sigh..."
"He's dood, no surprises," so murmured slowly.
Mo Lin was surrounded and besieged by Gui Wu and Guo Qu.
Gui Wu finally used his killing move.
He raised his hand, and a light circle appeared beneath his feet.
This move instantly consud five years of Dao Practice.
The circle extended over a ter.
Mo Lin happened to be within that ter.
Mo Lin suddenly found himself unable to move.
He was controlled.
The sche succeeded.
Gui Wu showed a smug smile.
"Boy, now you have no tricks left? You can die now."
Gui Wu swung his sword, ready to end Mo Lin's life.
From afar, Guo Qu cast a smug glance.
Curious about what expression Mo Haiyue would have upon seeing her brother dead.
Those around also began to disperse, convinced that Mo Lin was definitely defeated.
Nothing more to see.
"Not dead...he's not dead..."
Soone in the crowd shouted.
The people who were turning to leave now turned back.
"Ah..."
A heart-wrenching wail spread all around.
This miserable screech drew everyone's attention.
Everyone looked towards Mo Lin's direction.
At this mont, Gui Wu's body was engulfed in black flas.
He scread in agony, rolling on the ground, trying to extinguish the fire.
But it was in vain.
The flas seed unquenchable, no matter how Gui Wu struggled, it was futile.
Gui Wu's body quickly shriveled, then burned alive to death.
After he died, the black flas on his body finally vanished.
Dead silence.
Everyone was stunned looking at Mo Lin.
Black flas surged around Mo Lin's body.
The eerie flas made the air temperature drop.
Within a ter of Mo Lin, all living things were completely incinerated by the flas.
Wei Xun, watching from afar, couldn't help but cover her mouth.
She thought Mo Lin would use his Dharma Body.
Unexpectedly, Mo Lin actually had such a ans.
Netherworld's Nether Fire!
Divine Fire!
Though it was her first ti seeing such flas, she had seen similar ones before.
That Human Immortal also possessed similar flas, the Red Lotus Karmic Fire.
Mo Lin seed not to have fully mastered the Netherworld's Nether Fire.
Wei Xun knew, if he had fully mastered the Netherworld's Nether Fire, it wouldn't be this scene.
But it's enough.
The Netherworld's Nether Fire was enough to resolve these imdiate problems.
"Uncle Master...this is outrageous!"
Indeed, it was outrageous.
Beco like a Dharma Body.
And also possessing the Netherworld's Nether Fire.
If the day before yesterday, Mo Lin had used the Netherworld's Nether Fire in the battle against the Thirty-Two Celestial Spirits, there definitely wouldn't be a single living person present.
It's not sothing that can be achieved casually to cultivate a Dharma Body.
Cultivating a Dharma Body requires consuming a lot of Dao Power.
Even in the entire Pure Origin and Profound Dao Hall, no one had cultivated the Dharma Body.
Mo Lin was definitely the first.
Possessing the Dharma Body and the Divine Fire.
With these two alone, it's enough for Mo Lin to establish himself in Xu Yue City.
Guo Qu's calm face showed panic at this mont.
He was scared.
Guo Qu wasn't foolish.
Seeing the black flas covering Mo Lin, he realized he wasn't Mo Lin's match.
The flas on Mo Lin's body had a profound origin.
Netherworld's Nether Fire, Divine Fire.
"Netherworld's Nether Fire?"
"Who is this person?"
"He seems really formidable."
"Being besieged by two top figures and then counter-killing, truly terrifying."
Everyone started to comnt on Mo Lin.
Mo Lin stood in place, without making the next move.
It was his first ti trying to use the Netherworld's Nether Fire.
This feeling was not pleasant.
When using the Netherworld's Nether Fire, it felt like his soul was being burned at a frantic pace.
Very painful.
Perhaps because he hadn't fully mastered the Netherworld's Nether Fire.
Mo Lin just wanted to test the power of the Netherworld's Nether Fire.
As he expected, it was very strong.
"Trying to run?" Mo Lin coldly snorted at Guo Qu's fleeing figure.
As the words fell, the pitch-black flas surged toward Guo Qu's direction.
Guo Qu was frightened, collapsed on the ground, instinctively closing his eyes.
The flas rushed to him, then abruptly disappeared.
Mo Lin helplessly sighed, ultimately not fully mastering the Netherworld's Nether Fire.
"Poof!"
Before Mo Lin could think.
Blood floated in the air.
A sharp blade pierced through Guo Qu's heart.
Wei Xun acted.
It was she who ended Guo Qu's life monts ago.
"Uncle Master, he's dead."
Wei Xun pulled out the broken sword, then took out a piece of paper, wiped the blood on the short sword, and said to Mo Lin.
Two prominent figures just died like that.
Really sigh-inducing.
Monts later, Mo Lin finally regained his composure, and the Netherworld's Nether Fire was returned to the jade bottle by Mo Lin.
Mo Lin gazed coldly at the sudden appearance of the white-haired old man in the distance.
"Are you also looking for trouble with ?" Mo Lin asked Cyan Dragon.
Cyan Dragon, subconsciously glanced at his severed right arm, bitterly smiled.
"Don't misunderstand, I'm just watching the show." Cyan Dragon explained.
He didn't want to provoke Mo Lin, nor did he dare.
"Little brother, you're now irreconcilable with the Three Corpses." Cyan Dragon reminded Mo Lin.
"I'm not afraid." Mo Lin was utterly fearless.
The Three Corpses had long-standing conflicts with Mo Lin, and Mo Lin wasn't afraid at all.
"The Netherworld's Nether Fire has two parts, you only have one. The owner of the other part will definitely cause you trouble, beware," leaving these words, Cyan Dragon departed.
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