CHAPTER 127: CHAPTER 125: A RAY OF HOPE IN DESPAIR

The speed is very fast.

This aura is rapidly approaching.

"Bang!"

The window was smashed open.

A man in black clothes rushed into the room.

Without saying a word, the man immediately made a move.

He swung his dagger, directly stabbing towards Mo Lin.

The next moment, Mo Lin dodged to the left to evade the man’s attack.

The man took a deep breath and then summoned his Contract Ghost.

The terrifying aura instantly filled the room.

This is a disaster-level ghost.

Seeing the disaster-level ghost,

Mo Lin’s mind instantly recalled the events at Beihai.

He thought about how he fled in embarrassment at Beihai.

Mo Lin took out a crystal blue long sword.

He swung the long sword and chopped towards the disaster-level ghost.

This was a duel between Yin Department and a disaster-level ghost.

A disaster-level ghost is on the same level as the Yin Department.

Mo Lin wielded the long sword, slashing down at the disaster-level ghost.

The disaster-level ghost retreated, dodging Mo Lin’s attack while counterattacking him.

The brief exchange between the two overturned the roof.

The surrounding furniture was impacted by the terrifying force, scattering on the ground.

Mo Lin made a move and charged at the disaster-level ghost again.

This time, he did not summon Chen Xi and the other ghosts.

They are gradually unable to keep up with the pace now.

Or rather, when facing a disaster-level ghost, Chen Xi and the others are no match.

Mo Lin threw out a streak of golden light with his right hand.

The light rushed towards the disaster-level ghost.

The disaster-level ghost raised a hand to block, and the golden light pierced through the palm of the disaster-level ghost.

Upon closer look, this golden hairpin is another Yin Artifact of Mo Lin.

Two Yin Artifacts simultaneously launched an attack at the disaster-level ghost.

The disaster-level ghost was at a disadvantage.

Mo Lin fought more aggressively.

Every swing of his long sword used a lot of strength.

This disaster-level ghost was retreating all the time, but it was not seriously injured.

With the current means at Mo Lin’s disposal, he couldn’t temporarily kill a ghost of the same level.

It’s mainly because he has many methods he can’t use now.

For instance: Netherworld’s Nether Fire.

This thing hasn’t been refined yet.

And the Five Viscera Concealing Ghost Skill, it’s only usable in situations with heavy Yin Qi.

This leads to Mo Lin having a sense of powerlessness.

Mo Lin slowly took out the Ten Thousand Destruction True Immortal Talisman.

A violent force instantly swept out.

The Ten Thousand Destruction True Immortal Talisman flew out, directly trapping the disaster-level ghost.

The violent force swept through, and the disaster-level ghost was instantly destroyed.

Completely killed in seconds.

This is the terror of the Ten Thousand Destruction Immortal Suppression Talisman.

Unfortunately, this thing can only be used twice; this was the last time.

The man in black in the distance showed a surprised expression.

He never thought that in such a small place like Yun Chuan, there would be such a powerful person.

"Run!"

The man in black wanted to run the next moment.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Mo Lin blocked in front of the man in black, coldly asking.

"Who are you?"

Before the man could speak.

"Bang!" the man’s body suddenly exploded.

Blood splattered.

Just died like that.

Maybe there was some kind of restriction.

"Sir... Zishang Qingrou’s trail, in Xu Yue City."

Li Xue respectfully said to Mo Lin, "The person just now was one of the Three Corpses, Zishang Qingrou was captured by the people of the Three Corpses."

"The person you just killed was the weakest among the Three Corpses."

Hearing this, Mo Lin sank powerlessly to the ground.

He wasted a Ten Thousand Destruction Immortal Suppression Talisman, only to kill the weakest among the Three Corpses...

This feeling of powerlessness rose spontaneously.

For so long... it was the first time he experienced such powerlessness.

Although there were many troublesome matters before, Mo Lin always managed to get through with his real skills.

Ever since experiencing the events at Beihai, this feeling of powerlessness has grown stronger and stronger.

Until today, Mo Lin completely discovered his limits!

A disaster-level ghost is already the limit.

Now when Mo Lin fights a disaster-level ghost, even killing the opponent is very difficult...

This is the limit!

"Mo, it’s not that you’re weak, it’s just that people of this level are all very strong," Feng Mingyu consoled Mo Lin.

Disaster-level ghosts are formidable existences wherever they are placed.

If they could be easily slain, they wouldn’t be called disaster-level ghosts.

"Sir, Zishang Qingrou was treated by the people of the Three Corpses as a tool to refine magical treasures. In more than a month, she might fall." Li Xue respectfully said to Mo Lin.

"What can I do? Go rescue her?"

Mo Lin’s attitude was very negative, "You saw it too, I couldn’t even defeat the weakest among the Three Corpses, how can I save Senior Sister?"

This feeling of powerlessness can really only be understood by Mo Lin himself.

Limitations...

"Sir, how about calling reinforcements?"

"Go to the Underworld, call on your Senior Sisters and Junior Brothers?" Li Xue suggested to Mo Lin.

If those Senior Sisters and Junior Brothers came, Mo Lin definitely wouldn’t be so helpless.

"It’s a bit hard..." Mo Lin said in a low voice.

Trying to call them over is too difficult.

It should be known that Li Hao sacrificed all of Beihai to summon those powerful ghosts from the Ghost Realm.

"How about trying to walk the Daoist path?"

"You’re a living person, you could walk the Daoist path in the future." Li Xue suggested to Mo Lin.

"Alas... It’s too difficult." Mo Lin sighed softly.

The Daoist path is too hard to walk.

Even entry is difficult, for instance, a powerful cultivation technique, such things are each unique, where can Mo Lin obtain one?

Mo Lin sat on the ground, and a cool breeze blew.

This chill blew into Mo Lin’s heart, rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Those evil ghosts at Beihai, Mo Lin couldn’t defeat.

The Three Corpses, this faction, Mo Lin couldn’t defeat either... he couldn’t even reach Yan Shiqi who plotted to destroy all of Beihai and indirectly caused the death of Lin Xi.

Mo Lin’s most prized Ghost Suppression Book, it seems, is no longer of use.

The ghosts in the Ghost Suppression Book are now difficult to make use of.

Mo Lin picked up the Ghost Suppression Book and flipped through it.

A flicker of light emerged in his despairing eyes.

It was as if he had seen hope.

[Slay a Disaster Level ghost, task complete.

Reward: Pure Origin and Profound Dao Technique.]

A Disaster Level ghost?

It must be that Mo Lin had just completed the task of slaying a Disaster Level ghost.

A surge of golden light flowed into the depths of Mo Lin’s mind through his brow.

The Orthodox Cultivation Method, Pure Origin and Profound Dao Technique.

With successful cultivation, one can converge the Dharma Body of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao.

Erlang God?

This should be the orthodox cultivation method emanating from the Pure Origin and Profound Dao True Monarch Hall.

Roar, roar, roar...

This truly is the light of hope emerging in the depths of despair.

This thing should not be inferior to the Ten Thousand Destruction True Immortal Talisman.

"Hahaha...hahahahaha..."

Mo Lin suddenly burst into loud laughter.

Feng Mingyu, who was beside him, was terribly frightened, her eyes fixed intently on Mo Lin.

"Mo, are you alright?"

"I’m fine, I’m very good, I have nothing to worry about."

Mo Lin slowly said to Feng Mingyu, "Help me find a place, I need to go into seclusion."

"Seclusion?"

"Exactly, I need to go into seclusion," Mo Lin reiterated.

Feng Mingyu, not knowing what Mo Lin was up to, could only nod in agreement.

"Alright."

So, she bought the house next door for Mo Lin to go into seclusion.

Mo Lin, inside the house, was delving into the Pure Origin and Profound Dao Technique.

The first step was Qi Manipulation, relatively simple.

The second step was to draw a talisman with qi in the abdomen.

This talisman was the Pure Origin and Profound Dao Talisman.

It was the core of power.

Gather the Pure Origin and Profound Dao Talisman with qi.

Then absorb qi every day, infusing it into the Pure Origin and Profound Dao Talisman.

When needed, draw the qi from the Pure Origin and Profound Dao Talisman.

The Pure Origin and Profound Dao Talisman acts as a storage device.

This means Mo Lin can unleash accumulated qi.

No, this qi should more accurately be called Dao Power.

Daily cultivation increases one’s Dao Power.

Others may also refer to it as Dao Practice.

The accumulation of Dao is calculated by days.

A month’s Dao Practice.

Thirty years of Dao Practice.

The longer the Dao Practice, the stronger the power.

The wastage of Daoist Technique is also calculated by days.

For example, using thirty years of Dao Practice.

The Pure Origin and Profound Dao Technique includes talisman drawing arts, body techniques,

and finally the convergence of the Dharma Body.

Even ghosts ponder Dao Practice.

Mo Lin suddenly thought of something: is there a presence of Dao in Netherworld Currency?

The cultivation of ghosts all involves Netherworld Currency.

So, Mo Lin took out a piece of Netherworld Currency, which then transformed into a mass of Nether Qi.

Just as Mo Lin predicted, there is indeed Dao in Netherworld Currency, though it is very dilute.

No matter!

After all, Mo Lin has lots and lots of Netherworld Currency.

Right now, Mo Lin has at least three hundred thousand Netherworld Currency on him, possibly more.

Mo Lin waved his hand, and tens of thousands of Netherworld Currency poured out.

The Netherworld Currency transformed into a mass of Nether Qi, then Mo Lin extracted a small amount of Dao from it.

Mo Lin’s wealth in Netherworld Currency couldn’t be resisted!

The moment ten thousand Netherworld Coins were taken out, the Dao increased directly.

Mo Lin ended up using three hundred thousand Netherworld Currency.

.....

"Want me to hand over the Thunder Talisman? Dream on." Feng Mingyu said coldly, holding the Thunder Talisman between her forefinger and middle finger, towards the dozens of people in front of her.

The people before her were all Ghost-Controlling Masters, all there for her Thunder Talisman.

The sole goal for these people at this moment was to take Feng Mingyu’s Thunder Talisman.

The ten people in front of her were all Level Five Ghost-Controlling Masters.

"Feng Mingyu, if you don’t hand over the Thunder Talisman, don’t blame us for being impolite," said a man in black, stepping forward and addressing Feng Mingyu.

"Heh..."

Feng Mingyu snorted coldly, "Don’t try to scare me, I won’t fall for it."

Her handing over the Thunder Talisman was simply impossible.

This was something Mo Lin gave her, and it was Feng Mingyu’s support as well. Unless she died, this item would not be given away.

In order to use the Thunder Talisman, she had terminated the contract with her Contract Ghost.

She was no longer a Ghost-Controlling Master now.

"Then don’t blame us for being impolite." As the words fell,

everyone summoned their Contract Ghosts.

The Contract Ghosts launched attacks on Feng Mingyu.

Lightning surged from Feng Mingyu’s body, launching an attack on these Contract Ghosts.

The Thunder Talisman was powerful, but Feng Mingyu’s proficiency was lacking.

She couldn’t withstand the consumption.

Within just over ten minutes, Feng Mingyu found herself in a defeated stance.

She tried her best to slay a Nightmare Level ghost, but the remaining ghosts quickly lunged at Feng Mingyu.

Feng Mingyu was very aware that her chances of dying today were high.

"Stop!"

A rebuking voice sounded.

Mo Lin’s figure slowly appeared.

Mo Lin just came out of seclusion when he heard the sound of fighting next door, so he came to check.

This was when he saw Feng Mingyu being bullied by others.

"Who is this?"

"Don’t meddle in others’ business!"

"Get lost." The crowd shouted at Mo Lin.

"Boom boom boom!"

In the air, sounds of explosions shattered the silence, and these people’s Contract Ghosts burst like balloons in the air.

This scene was just like when Mo Lin used the Ten Thousand Destruction True Immortal Talisman before.

However, the power Mo Lin used now was slightly gentler.

Not as rampant.