This is the difference in strength.
Jiang Yun doesn’t want to help, but he can’t.
He can’t intervene in Mo Lin’s battle at all.
Thirteen Evil Buddhas appear in the sky.
The leading young monk reveals a smile.
"Mo Lin, you deserve to die," the young monk says softly.
They have plotted for more than a month for this day.
"Zhen, what should we do?" Jiang Yun asks Zhen Lingling beside him.
"It’s here; this is Mo Lin’s calamity."
"The calamity of the Disaster Blocker," Zhen Lingling evaluates the Evil Buddhas appearing before her.
Back then, the arrival of one Evil Buddha left everyone in Great Spirit Mountain helpless.
Now suddenly thirteen Evil Buddhas have descended, what can withstand them?
They have co with the stance of killing Mo Lin.
Zhen Lingling raises her index and middle finger together, forming a hand sign.
Behind her, a Dharma Body of the True Martial Emperor condenses.
The True Martial Emperor wields a long sword in his right hand, emitting terrible pressure.
Zhen Lingling is truly the embodint of the True Martial Emperor; she now completely controls the Emperor’s power.
Zhen Lingling uses her strength to block a strike from the thirteen Evil Buddhas.
"Mo Lin, run!" Zhen Lingling, with a trace of blood at her lips, shouts to Mo Lin.
She knows well that Mo Lin can’t defeat the thirteen Evil Buddhas; his only way out now is to run.
The word is so familiar to Mo Lin!
Back in Beihai, Mo Lin had once fled due to insufficient strength.
"I’m no longer the young boy who fled in Beihai back then.
Now I have the power to withstand everything."
Mo Lin raises his hand, and thirteen-colored Wish Power surges out.
The terrifying Wish Power gathers together, forming a long sword.
He slashes toward the Evil Buddha ahead.
An Evil Buddha waves its hand, blocking Mo Lin’s strike.
The power of the Three-colored Red Dust Immortal isn’t enough to shake these Evil Buddhas.
If it were one-on-one, it might be sowhat effective.
But it is currently thirteen against one.
Mo Lin doesn’t stand a chance.
"What should we do? What should we do now?" Jiang Yun is extrely anxious seeing Mo Lin attacked by the thirteen Evil Buddhas.
"Destined Person, should we find the Destined Person to possibly save Mo Lin?"
"Destined Person? Perhaps today’s incident is entirely orchestrated by them, they wish for nothing more than Mo Lin’s death.
That group won’t co to save Mo Lin," Wu Binghai slowly answers.
At this mont, Jiang Yun realizes sothing.
This is the so-called great calamity.
"Ghost Mother!" Mo Lin calls out.
A female ghost with bare feet and a long horn on her head slowly appears.
Ghost Mother holds a black jar in her right hand.
Previously, she would take out the little ghosts from the jar to fight enemies.
But today is different.
Ghost Mother reaches her right hand into the jar, grabs many little ghosts, and then swallows them all at once.
Like eating beans, making crackling sounds.
Then her body rapidly enlarges, and she swings her arm to attack an Evil Buddha.
Ghost Mother is strong.
Her enormous figure fears no Evil Buddha.
Ghost Mother even has the upper hand.
But the issue is, there are thirteen Evil Buddhas.
They completely overwhelm Mo Lin in numbers.
"Netherworld’s Nether Fire!"
"Nanming Li Fire!"
Mo Lin simultaneously unleashes two Divine Fires.
With the arrival of the Divine Fires, centering around Mo Lin, they spread in all directions.
Mo Lin is enveloped within the two Divine Fires.
His strength shows explosive growth.
"Divine Fire Skill! Divine Beast Demon Suppression"
"Divine Fire Skill: Netherworld’s Sea of Fire."
Mo Lin doesn’t hesitate at all and simultaneously employs two Divine Fire Skills.
Black flas surge from the ground like waves, engulfing everything.
The two Divine Fires directly trap the golden bodies of the thirteen Evil Buddhas.
This is Mo Lin’s tactic.
The golden bodies of the Evil Buddhas cannot maintain this state indefinitely.
As long as enough ti is delayed, the strength of these thirteen Evil Buddhas will weaken.
An Evil Buddha’s Dharma Body sweeps a palm toward the flas in the air.
"Boom..."
The massive explosion sound is deafening.
Flas ripple in the air, spreading outward.
This is the power of the Divine Fire.
From afar, the young monk reveals a cold smile, "Today, I’ll take your Divine Fire."
As he finishes speaking, the young monk throws a golden shield into the air.
The golden shield glows in the air, and then Mo Lin’s Nanming Li Fire and Netherworld’s Nether Fire, which were out of control, surge toward the golden shield.
Mo Lin has a very bad premonition, wishing to regain control of the Divine Fires.
But sohow, these Divine Fires, like runaway horses, are completely uncontrollable.
Soon, he sees the two Divine Fires trapped tightly by the golden shield.
Mo Lin’s two strongest cards are now gone.
"Fireproof Shield?" Zhen Lingling exclaims.
This group clearly ca prepared, even ready with a Fireproof Shield to handle Mo Lin.
Mo Lin’s two Divine Fires at this mont are completely rendered useless.
Ghost Mother is now standing at the front, battling the Evil Buddha.
She attempts to break the Fireproof Shield but is blocked by an Evil Buddha, giving her no chance to break the shield.
Right at this mont, a massive palm slams onto Mo Lin’s body.
Mo Lin’s body is thrown dozens of ters, several ribs fractured.
Very embarrassed.
Adding insult to injury, this ti Mo Lin is completely taken advantage of.
"Even if you pull out all your trump cards, Mo Lin, today you won’t escape death," the young monk coldly says to Mo Lin from afar.
Mo Lin gets up awkwardly from the ground.
Ghost Mother is battling the Evil Buddha at the mont.
In the distance, Zhen Lingling is also fighting the Evil Buddha.
This battle is intense.
Mo Lin is suppressed by the Fireproof Shield, unable to unleash his strength.
"Black and White Impermanence!" Mo Lin calls again.
Black and White Impermanence slowly appears, then helps Mo Lin deal with the Evil Buddha.
The strength of Black and White Impermanence is visibly inferior to Ghost Mother, even struggling against a single Evil Buddha.
This battle, Mo Lin is perpetually at a disadvantage.
Defeat is just a matter of ti.
Not far away!
A dense crowd of shadows appears.
Following the direction of the shadows, a group of people cos into view, forming a long procession heading toward Great Spirit Mountain.
The procession resembles ants moving house.
"Living Dead?" Jiang Yun only then realizes these people are all Living Dead.
Another group to deal with Mo brother?
Jiang Yun vigilantly eyes the group of Living Dead from afar.
Over thirty people, carrying a palanquin.
On the palanquin rests a Buddha statue, less than a ter high.
Looking closely, beside the Buddha statue sits a woman with wax-yellow skin.
This woman murmurs to herself facing Mo Lin’s direction, "The day has finally co."
"Evil Cultivator Qin Yuyu?" Jiang Yun sees Qin Yuyu arrive and vigilantly questions Qin Yuyu.
"Are you also here to deal with Mo brother?"
"Mo brother truly considers you a friend from the bottom of his heart, and you co to add insult to injury?"
Qin Yuyu looks at Jiang Yun and slowly replies, "I’m not here to add insult to injury; I’m here to save him."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yun doesn’t know how to respond.
An Evil Cultivator saving Mo Lin?
This sounds ironic, yet it truly happens.
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