The sword slashed by the divine soul carried the fusion of heaven and earth, giving people a feeling of creating something out of nothing. The powerful power of destruction made Mo Dye's heart half cold.

He was angry, even roaring, and sent a desperate riposte.

The Qingfeng Sword was instantly three zhang long, blocking the Golden Light Sword in mid-air.

The two swords collided together, making a huge rumbling sound, the sea shattered, and the golden light was extinguished.

The ink-dyed Qingfeng Sword Martial Soul was forced back into his body, and Mo Yunfan's Divine Soul was shocked and flew backwards.

The two of them are evenly matched!

However, Modye's heart was hit hard, his heart was trembling, and he couldn't calm down!

Mo Yunfan collected his soul, smiled extremely brightly, his words were as sharp as a knife, and every sentence pierced his ink-stained heart.

"I've been stupid for three years, and you've been cultivating in Cloud Mountain Villa for three years, and you've gained a lot of cultivation resources. I've been wasted for three years, and you've been training day and night. I woke up less than two months ago, but I caught up with you for three years! This is the gap between you and me! With me, you can never be called a genius! You keep saying that you want to kill me, what do you use to kill me?"

"You ......" ink-stained face like dead ashes, his eyes were cold and terrifying, and his heart was full of unwillingness and anger.

"You don't have to stare at me with angry eyes! You have to understand that the gap in talent is not something that you can make up for by relying on diligence and cultivation resources! All your advantages, in my opinion, are rubbish! I am now fighting a draw with your third-level martial artist at the realm of an eighth-level martial artist. If I move up the next level, what cards do you have against me?"

"You'll never try to beat me!" roared Inkdye. "I have the abundant resources of Cloud Mountain Villa, and I have the guidance of famous teachers. I'm cultivating excellent martial arts! I'll soon break through to the fourth-level martial arts and crush you to death, it's just a matter of minutes and seconds! You won't be rampant for many days! You're just a move and a half against me, and there's nothing to be proud of!"

"Whether you have anything to be proud of, you know it in your own heart! You don't even dare to admit that you are inferior to others, how far can you go in the martial arts! A person who doesn't even dare to face it in his own heart is a coward. The warrior is strong in his heart, and he dares to face up to his own shortcomings. You are doomed to fail! Now, it's not you who give me time, but I give you time! I hope that in the days when we make an appointment, you will make a breakthrough, don't die too ugly!"

Mo Ran's heart was trembling and dripping blood, although he was very angry and unwilling, Mo Yunfan's strength was already in front of him.

He really wanted to kill Mo Yunfan now, but he found that the current situation was no longer something he could control.

Originally, he thought that killing Mo Yunfan was like crushing an ant to death! However, he found that if he missed an opportunity to kill him, he missed it, and this opportunity was gone forever.

His heart was devastated, as Mo Yunfan said, he had worked hard day and night to achieve today's achievements. However, compared to Mo Yunfan, he was too weak. The family has been abandoned for three years, and after waking up, in less than two months, it seems that he has become an eighth-level martial artist very simply.

What's even more terrifying is that the eighth-level martial artist actually has the strength to fight with the third-level martial general.

The most frightening thing is that he actually has the legendary Shadowless Martial Soul!? Could it be that the martial soul will also change? Wasn't he the Red Flame Martial Soul that he once had?

The heart of martial arts lies in perseverance and perseverance, and constantly pursues to be stronger.

Mo Dye is too arrogant, and has always believed that even if he doesn't have the ideal talent, as long as he relies on his own thousands of times the effort, he can still reach the top and become a peerless master.

However, in today's battle, although he was not defeated, he was as humiliated as defeat.

He also suddenly understood that he worked hard, which does not mean that geniuses do not work hard. And the gap in talent, he still can't make up for it!

His heart was deeply stimulated, and he felt that heaven and earth were unfair, why didn't he have a highly talented nine-rank martial soul?

"Senior brother, are you okay?"

Liu Ling looked at the dark gray eyes, and was very scared.

"I'm fine, let's go!"

After the two left, Yu Yiwei gave Mo Yunfan a thumbs up.

"It's really amazing, genius is genius. The eighth-level martial artist also fought a draw with the third-level martial general!"

Mo Yunfan smiled faintly, not very excited, but reflecting on himself.

"It seems that my martial soul is not strong enough!"

Looking at the hole on the martial spirit's shoulder, it looked like it was difficult to heal. Mo Yunfan realized that it was not that there were no martial arts that could harm the martial soul.

Some martial arts seem to be particularly aimed at the Divine Soul, and in the case of the ink-dyed Void Sword, the damage to the Divine Soul is extremely great.

After stabbing the divine soul, the wound of the divine soul was actually difficult to heal.

The damage of some martial arts to the Divine Soul is likely to be irreversible! Thinking of this, Mo Yunfan's heart trembled, and he felt that he still didn't have enough understanding of the Divine Soul!

"It seems that I need to find a secret method for healing the soul of the gods!"

The soul returns to the sea of souls and is moistened by the power of the spirit, but it does not have any healing effect on the wound. Obviously, the damage of the Void Sword to the Divine Soul is fundamentally different from the damage of Qi and blood to the Divine Soul in normal times.

The impact of qi and blood, although it is very damaging to the divine soul, can quickly recover and heal.

And the damage of the Void Sword seems to be irreversible, or it is difficult to recover! If this is the case, the divine soul will be in danger. The more irreversible injuries accumulate, the more the soul will eventually collapse.

Calming down, Mo Yunfan once again flipped through the "Soul Refining Treasure Book" in his mind.

Soon he found the "Sutra of Time" in the treasure book. The "Sutra of Time" includes three scriptures: "The Sutra of the Past", "The Sutra of the Present", and "The Sutra of the Future".

And the "Soul Refining Treasure Book" records only the "Past Sutra".

Fortunately, there is a secret method for restoring the soul in the "Sutra of the Past".

"It's okay, it's okay, I found it in time. Otherwise, I'm really in trouble when I meet a real master!"

"What's new?"

"I now know that the wound of the soul is sometimes irreversible. If you are injured to a certain extent, you will die. When my soul dies, my heart dies with it. It means that the soul of God cannot be destroyed, and it is tied to my life. ”

But at this moment, a blue light flashed in the sky, and a terrifying dragon groan entered Yu Yiwei's ears.

She was smiling like a flower, but her face suddenly turned pale, and she looked very frightened.

Mo Yunfan looked up at the sky, and seemed to hear this high-pitched dragon moan, and then looked at the crowd of people coming and going on the street, and found that they were unaware.

"It's strange, this voice is very high-pitched, even I feel a little uncomfortable listening to it, those civilians in the distance, they don't cultivate at all, why don't they react after hearing it?"

"They can't hear it, so they don't react!"

"Can't hear it, it's so loud, why can't they hear it?"

Mo Yunfan was stunned, raised his head again, and the blue light flashed in front of him, and a cold woman appeared in front of him in an instant. He was forced to take two steps back by the cold chill she felt all over.