"Everything is fate, and nothing is up to anyone. ”

The Lone Lantern Daoist's gaze passed through the spatial rift that had almost closed, and he seemed to be looking at the world on the other side of the rift.

He had a lot of things he wanted to teach the 'stupid apprentice' in front of him, so that he could save this unenlightened guy a lot of detours.

It's just that in the end, he just let out a sigh with a little helplessness.

He knew that Mo Xie would not completely listen to his instructions, this guy was a stubborn guy from the bottom of his heart, once he decided on something, no matter how big the risk and how much pain he suffered, he would not turn back.

Therefore, the Lone Lantern Daoist also gave up persuading Mo Xie.

However, he knew that Mo Ye needed help at this moment, and some things that could not be achieved through his own efforts for the time being needed to be entrusted to him, the master.

This is also the most important reason why he appeared this time.

"My stupid apprentice, stretch out your hand. ”

Standing under the gray sky, the Lone Lantern Daoist took off his hat, his unkempt hair scattered wildly, he never seemed to take care of his hair, or there was some special reason for him to keep it this way.

"What are you going to do?"

Mo Xie noticed the seriousness of the lonely lamp Daoist's face, and his heart suddenly sudden, feeling that the old cultivator in front of him was probably going to start pheating people again.

He remembered this expression, which was the same expression when the Lone Lantern Daoist sold the "Holy Scripture" to him and called out 'Nine Pieces Eight' in his mouth.

Mo Ye subconsciously touched his pocket, and at this moment he only had a few steel hammers in his pocket.

"Just reach out and come here. "The Lonely Lantern Daoist didn't answer a funny 'dry' or tell Mo Ye his intentions directly, he just looked at Mo Ye with an unquestionable look and looked at him.

This look was so lethal that Mo Ye unconsciously stretched out his right hand.

Is this the rhythm of the pit?

"I'll take the sword qi in your body for you first, after all, both you and I think this power is too dangerous, but after all, you have already practiced the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, so I'll leave you some orthodox sword qi obtained from cultivating the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, well, it's probably the level that can be used to urge the 'Sword Eighteen'. ”

The palms of the two pressed against each other, and the lone lamp said lightly.

"I'm sorry for you, master. ”

Saying the word 'master' again, Mo Ye suddenly felt that a certain stone in his heart fell to the ground at this time.

Lin Ming has been banished by him, although he doesn't know what the future holds, but at least for this moment he is completely independent, at least tonight he doesn't have to worry about being dominated by another soul hidden in his body to go out and harvest the souls of innocents.

This is enough, as for the sword qi or something, even if the Lone Lantern Dao person abolishes it, Mo Ye will not mind too much.

At this point, he just wanted to get done early and go out and find a place to sleep.

It had been a long, long, long time since he had slept peacefully in bed.

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The Sea of Souls, hovering between the gaps divided by countless points of light, all of Uncle Ma's spirit was locked on the body of the young man in the center of the Sea of Souls.

He was advancing at the cost of burning the power of his soul.

It's just that he's still struggling like this, and not all souls will buy his account, even if the man has gambled his life.

There are too many things in this world that can't be achieved by gambling with our lives, because we are not the protagonists, and many times burning out our lives is just a void.

Uncle Ma, there isn't much soul power left to burn.

His soul is not very strong, and the 'rope' thrown out when he 'hitchhiking' at the beginning has already hurt his vitality, and at this moment he is almost unable to float.

"It's over, it looks like I'm going to have to plant someone here, but if I can't get a glimpse of that guy, I won't be able to close my eyes even if I die!"

Uncle Ma has a very clear understanding of his own state, and he is by no means the kind of blindly optimistic guy.

A mortal of his caliber was proud enough to be so close to the center, and needed to get a glimpse of the body lying in the center of the Sea of Spirits, even he knew it was delusional.

But even so, he wanted to take a look.

He was not willing to sink into the sea of souls in obscurity.

He was not willing to be told that he could not reach his goal in this life when he was already able to see where he was.

It is said that young people are stubborn, but in fact, older people are not inferior to young people in stubbornness.

Stubbornness only grows with age.

Therefore, he tried his best to gather the remaining strength in his soul, and moved towards the center of the soul sea inch by inch.

"Get out of the way!"

Uncle Ma's eyes were red, and the light that represented him exuded a tragic aura.

He began to rampage through the sea of souls, completely oblivious to the size of the soul body in front of him.

His soul was already burning, and for a moment it burst out with an incomparable light.

This guy, this kind of momentum, Uncle Ma is obviously crazy.

When a person goes crazy, even hundreds of big men may not be able to hold him, and with such madness, even the soul body in front of him, which is more than ten times larger than Uncle Ma's size, has to be deflected by him and make way for him.

It's just that his burning doesn't last, maybe it lasts less than two seconds.

This is Uncle Ma's limit.

The light emitted by the ghosts swayed Uncle Ma's vision, and after a burst of collision, the point of light representing Uncle Ma's soul lost all its power.

His power has burned out, but he is still far from his goal.

The power of the soul has been burned out, Uncle Ma's consciousness has begun to dissipate with the dissipation of the soul body, and the point of light that represents him has been extinguished for the most part, and it looks like a death star that has lost its light.

Just before the 'star' was completely extinguished, he finally collided with a huge palm.

"Bang!"

bumped into it, and then bounced away, Uncle Ma's remnant soul was like a grain of dust.

A lifeless speck of dust.

"Huh?"

A large, slightly childish voice rang out in the sea of ghosts, like the whisper of a first awakening after a long sleep.

It's just that Uncle Ma can't hear it anymore at this time.

In the Sea of Spirits, there is a point of light that has been extinguished forever.