The mont Qiong ng saw Mo Lin, he was indescribably shocked.
He had long received the news that Mo Lin was at West Mountain.
And the body was still at West Mountain.
So upon seeing Mo Lin at this mont, Qiong ng was extrely stunned.
"Why aren’t you dead?" Qiong ng asked Mo Lin incredulously.
This was already the second ti he had raised such doubts.
"Let’s settle both our old and new grudges together." Mo Lin took a step forward and coldly spoke to Qiong ng.
This Qiong ng had sched against Mo Lin several tis, nearly causing his death.
As soon as the words fell, Mo Lin raised his hand, and the Netherworld’s Nether Fire surged out instantly.
The pitch-black flas enveloped Qiong ng.
Qiong ng was not one to be trifled with; he snorted coldly, "Ghost Fire!"
Red Ghost Fire surged out instantly, countering Mo Lin’s Netherworld’s Nether Fire.
This Ghost Fire, similar to Chen Xi’s, was of the sa level of existence.
In the next mont, the two flas collided, unleashing terrifying power.
Qiong ng was shaken back more than a ter, and he slowly spoke to Mo Lin.
"Mo Lin, I will return Du Kui to you, just don’t interfere in today’s matter."
Qiong ng’s offer stemd from fear.
He felt that Mo Lin had beco much stronger than before, so he spoke these words to him.
Mo Lin would not believe Qiong ng’s deceitful words.
Qiong ng had deceived Mo Lin before; he was simply not trustworthy.
"Divine Fire Skill: Netherworld, Sea of Fire."
The pitch-black Netherworld’s Nether Fire instantly covered the ground, engulfing it like waves.
The pitch-black flas burned on the ground.
At this mont, Qiong ng was trapped above the Sea of Fire.
Mo Lin raised his hand, and black flas surged, swirling like a whirlwind in the air, then enveloped Qiong ng.
Qiong ng gritted his teeth, roaring, and black Ghost Qi surged out, resisting Mo Lin’s Netherworld’s Nether Fire.
In the next instant, the flas condensed into a long sword, slicing Qiong ng’s body in two.
But then Qiong ng’s body regenerated, as if it had never been injured.
"Mo Lin, you cannot kill . This is the Nightmare Realm; I’m nearly immortal here." Qiong ng coldly said to Mo Lin.
This was the Nightmare Realm, where he could utilize its power to restore his body.
Nearly immortal.
From afar, the Three Cyan Immortals watched this scene and frowned deeply.
If Mo Lin could not eradicate Qiong ng, the Nightmare Realm would no longer be a place for her to stay.
All ghosts of the Three Nightmares Temple would be eliminated.
The right hand of the Three Cyan Immortals lifted, and Ghost Qi surged, launching an attack on Qiong ng.
Before the Three Cyan Immortals could even touch Qiong ng’s body, an unexpected event occurred.
Qiong ng raised his right hand, and Ghost Qi in the air condensed into a giant arm, slamming down furiously on the Three Cyan Immortals.
Rumble!
A loud noise resounded as the body of the Three Cyan Immortals shattered.
This was Qiong ng’s true strength.
The Three Cyan Immortals was simply no match for Qiong ng.
Before Mo Lin, Qiong ng cowered like a dog, only because Mo Lin was too strong.
That did not an Qiong ng was weak.
The Three Cyan Immortals retreated, quickly creating distance.
At that mont, she understood clearly just how formidable Mo Lin was.
She couldn’t even withstand a single move from Qiong ng.
Yet Mo Lin could suppress Qiong ng, showcasing his terrifying strength.
Mo Lin raised his hand again, and the Netherworld’s Nether Fire condensed into a long sword to execute Qiong ng.
In the next instant, Qiong ng regenerated again.
As if he had not been injured at all.
This was a complete death loop.
If this goes on, it’s extrely disadvantageous for Mo Lin.
After all, Mo Lin was continuously draining his power.
The Three Cyan Immortals stood before Mo Lin, "Lord Mo Lin, what should we do now?"
The voice of the Three Cyan Immortals had changed.
She was genuinely afraid that Mo Lin would give up on dealing with Qiong ng and leave.
After all, Mo Lin had no obligation to help her eliminate Qiong ng.
"Don’t worry, I said I’d help you destroy Qiong ng, and I will keep my word." Mo Lin coldly and slowly replied to the Three Cyan Immortals.
Hearing Mo Lin’s words, the Three Cyan Immortals was stunned for a mont, then showed a smile.
"Thank you very much."
"Destroy ? What ability do you have to destroy ?"
Qiong ng was not at all afraid and said again: "As long as I am in the Nightmare Realm, I cannot die."
Qiong ng was not only unafraid but even arrogant.
Mo Lin raised his left hand, and orange-red flas surged out.
"Nanming Li Fire."
Mo Lin said slowly.
The orange-red flas hovered over the sky.
Instantly, Qiong ng was enveloped.
This Nanming Li Fire was the only thing left to Mo Lin by the blue robed Mo Lin.
The blue robed Mo Lin, previously at West Mountain, wasn’t strong enough, also because he had given Mo Lin the fire seed of Nanming Li Fire.
Thus, his strength was insufficient, leading to his demise at West Mountain.
This was just one small factor among many.
"Divine Fire Skill: Divine Beast Demon Suppression."
The Nanming Li Fire in the air condensed into four divine beasts: Cyan Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise.
Frightening power spread through the air.
In the next mont, all four divine beasts charged towards Qiong ng simultaneously.
Qiong ng panicked, "Two types of Divine Fire?"
"Two types of Divine Fire Skill?"
"Why? Why do you have two types of Divine Fire?" Qiong ng’s voice was filled with much resentnt.
Why was Mo Lin entitled to have two types of Divine Fire?
Was fate sealing his demise?
The four divine beasts simultaneously bit onto Qiong ng’s limbs and devoured him directly.
Only Qiong ng’s limbless body remained, and in the next instant, the Netherworld’s Nether Fire surged out, engulfing Qiong ng’s remnants, burning him alive.
As for the Little Ghosts left behind by Qiong ng, Mo Lin eliminated them all with ease.
After all, these Little Ghosts, in Mo Lin’s eyes, were no threat at all.
Qiong ng fell!
In this battle, Mo Lin won.
Mo Lin’s face was deathly pale; using two types of Divine Fire simultaneously was very draining on his body.
Mo Lin rested for a while, then proceeded to the Qiong ng Temple.
A black figure was then trapped inside a cage, lying on it, watching Mo Lin.
Mo Lin raised his hand, gathering Dao Power, destroying the cage.
In the next mont, Du Kui’s figure appeared.
Du Kui’s form was very frail, almost transparent.
Mo Lin used Ten Thousand Netherworld Coins to refine Nether Qi, aiding Du Kui in restoring his body.
"I’m sorry, I’m too weak." Du Kui stood shafully in front of Mo Lin.
After all, three years ago, when parting with Mo Lin, he ca to the Nightmare Realm with the mindset of conquering it, only to find himself in this predicant.
"It’s okay." Mo Lin did not bla Du Kui either.
"You should recuperate in the Nightmare Realm for now."
Currently, Du Kui’s strength was weak, not even being a Ghost King, making it hard for him to be of help to Mo Lin.
Du Kui also understood that he couldn’t help by following Mo Lin, so he agreed to stay in the Nightmare Realm.
The Three Cyan Immortals approached Mo Lin, "Thank you, Lord Mo Lin, for helping eliminate Qiong ng."
"The promises you made to before, will you keep them?" Mo Lin asked the Three Cyan Immortals.
"Rest assured, the promises I made to you will surely be fulfilled. If you need , you only need to summon through the Token." The Three Cyan Immortals slowly replied to Mo Lin.
"Alright."
Mo Lin did not linger, gave a few instructions, and then returned to the human realm.
Mo Lin returned to the place where he had disappeared before.
"Mo Lin, Zhao Tian... he... he’s a monster, isn’t he?"
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