That’s right, Cui Xinyun and Mo Lin are not related by blood.
There’s one thing that everyone knows: the relationship between the two is extrely good.
And it’s especially good.
"If..." Zhen Lingling just started to say sothing, but was interrupted by Mo Lin.
"No way."
Mo Lin’s words were firm and powerful, without any hesitation.
He flatly refused.
He would never let Cui Xinyun exchange lives with him.
Isn’t that equal to letting Cui Xinyun die?
Mo Lin isn’t selfish enough to let a woman die for him.
"But, when disaster strikes, how will you withstand it?"
Zhen Lingling seriously said to Mo Lin: "If you’re careless, you will really die.
If you die this ti, you will truly die, and there won’t be another Su Yunling to save you."
Zhen Lingling wasn’t trying to scare Mo Lin; she was just being truthful.
The Destined Person erges, the Disaster Blocker falls.
This isn’t a prophecy; it’s a rule.
Jiang Yun and the others didn’t respond, but their expressions were heavy.
"Can I do it?"
Jiang Yun showed a smile, "Can I switch lives with Mo?"
Mo Lin and the others all looked at Jiang Yun at this mont.
"My life was saved by Mo, and besides, I don’t have greater skills than Mo. To use my life in exchange for Mo’s life is very worthwhile." Jiang Yun smiled.
She’s not trying to take the spotlight; she genuinely thinks this way, just expressing her inner thoughts.
"Probably not." Zhen Lingling murmured.
"Probably? So that ans there’s a chance?" Jiang Yun grasped the loophole in Zhen Lingling’s words and asked.
This is about going to die, not so great opportunity.
Jiang Yun’s performance surprised everyone.
"No need." Mo Lin directly refused.
The last ti he died at Great Spirit Mountain was when Mo Lin was unprepared.
Just because of what the Disaster Blocker said? Ridiculous.
Since Mo Lin said so, Zhen Lingling didn’t say anything more.
So, everyone skipped this topic and chatted about more pleasant things.
Mo Lin introduced Mo Qingqing to everyone, and Jiang Yun and the others chatted happily with Mo Qingqing.
Night falls!
Silvery moonlight shone on the ground, and deep in the woods, frogs croaked.
Unknowingly, it was already sumr.
You could clearly feel the change in temperature.
Nowadays, there are few ghosts outside.
Ever since the Naihe Bridge lineage was wiped out in the Underworld, after the terrifying nightfall.
The ghosts appearing in the human world have greatly decreased.
Rember when Mo Lin first returned to the human world, ghosts could be seen everywhere.
At that ti, few people dared to go out at night.
Zhen Lingling, wearing a very thin gray-white short sleeve, ca to Mo Lin’s side.
"Have you considered the life exchange?"
Zhen Lingling specifically sought Mo Lin to discuss this matter.
"I’ve seen many divinations; this disaster, you’ll have a narrow escape." Zhen Lingling spoke tactfully.
In reality, she divined for Mo Lin ten tis, and ten tis he died.
Daoist Cultivators more or less believe in these things.
"What disaster will I face?"
Mo Lin asked Zhen Lingling: "Is it Xin Ziruo against ? Or is the Destined Person targeting ?"
Zhen Lingling shook her head, "I don’t know."
These kinds of things, she doesn’t know.
"Over at Yunhua Dao, there are so strange occurrences; there is no more dayti, and so very strange creatures are spreading little by little."
"Nightfall." Mo Lin slowly uttered the two words.
Mo Lin knows sowhat about the nightfall.
After all, he once experienced so things during the nightfall.
"Having a Dao Treasure can prevent being eroded by nightfall, you could send so people over to check and investigate the cause of nightfall.
Mo Lin slowly said to Zhen Lingling.
"Okay." Zhen Lingling nodded.
Mo Lin looked up at the half-bright moon, spread his arms, and just laid back.
Laying on the smooth floor.
Then, Mo Lin took out a gray-yellow long sword.
Qin King’s Sword, which is one of Mo Lin’s many trump cards.
Before the disaster strikes, Mo Lin decided to consecrate the sword.
Gathering Dao Power into Qin King’s Sword, activating all the sword’s power.
This is a ticulous task.
Mo Lin’s tasks, for now, are very simple.
Consecrating the sword daily, then taking Mo Qingqing out for a walk, buying so food.
Just passing the ti like this.
.....
West Mountain.
A lavishly dressed woman stands atop the hall, asking the Buddha Statue before her.
"When exactly will you act?"
This Buddha Statue is about over a ter tall, emitting a burst of black mist.
"If Mo Lin doesn’t die, I cannot sleep for a day."
Xin Ziruo gritted her teeth and shouted, "A month ago you all said you were preparing, it’s been a month, and you’re still not ready?"
"You wanted flesh, I gave it to you, you wanted life, I gave it to you as well.
I’ve t all your demands, when will you et mine?"
Xin Ziruo has sunk deeper into collaboration with this group of Evil Buddhas, with no way back.
What she wants is to eliminate Mo Lin.
If Mo Lin isn’t eliminated, she won’t be able to sleep peacefully.
Once Mo Lin is eliminated, she will gain the Immortal inheritance.
Then seize the chance for immortality, and her life will be complete.
As for what happens to the human world, it has nothing to do with her.
"Tomorrow afternoon, Great Spirit Mountain, eliminate Mo Lin."
A deep voice resounded throughout the hall.
The sound echoed within the hall.
Upon hearing this, Xin Ziruo’s brows gradually relaxed.
This is the ssage she most wished to hear.
Mo Lin had just completed the sword consecration.
Mo Lin discovered sothing very strange.
The entire sky is filled with a yellow mist.
The originally blue sky is now shrouded in yellow clouds.
It seems as if sothing is about to appear from the sky.
At the foot of Great Spirit Mountain, a bald monk, roughly over a ter tall, ca barefoot to Great Spirit Mountain.
This bald monk, with Buddhist Beads around his neck, had a very delicate appearance.
He seed like a teenager.
But his eyes lacked the innocence belonging to a child.
"What are you doing?" A man asked the bald monk.
The bald man just waved his hand, and the man imdiately fell back, life or death unknown.
"Mo Lin, you killed many of my fellow disciples. Are you aware of your sins?" The little monk questioned Mo Lin.
Mo Lin exchanged a glance with the little monk, realizing this ti that the little monk is not an Evil Buddha; he is a real person.
"Evil Buddha?" Mo Lin cautiously whispered the two words.
"Evil Buddha? That term sounds awful." The little monk muttered.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Yun saw a stranger and cautiously questioned.
"To take Mo Lin’s life."
The little monk spread out his arms and shouted loudly: "Arrival of the Buddhas!"
In the air, the yellow clouds parted, and black light fell to the ground.
Huge Buddha shadows erged, then descended to the ground.
Mo Lin roughly glanced, seeing at least thirteen Buddhas.
These are Evil Buddha’s Golden Bodies nurtured through flesh and blood.
Thirteen Evil Buddha shadows descended just like this onto Great Spirit Mountain.
Jiang Yun originally intended to intervene, but just as she was about to act.
She was swept away by an invisible force.
Only then did she understand that in this battle, she didn’t even have the qualification to participate.
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