"Bang bang bang!"

"Boom, boom!"

After the experience of being bombed last time, Ling Mo Immortal Venerable's reaction this time was obviously much faster.

The first thunder shock was successfully dodged by him!

The second ......

The third ......

Fifth ......

10th ......

An night's Lei Zhenzi seemed to be unwanted, and kept throwing it at him.

At first, Ling Mo Immortal Venerable was still thinking that when she had consumed Lei Zhenzi, he would find a way to persuade her.

Of course, if he can't be persuaded, then he can only ......

It's a pity that the little abacus in his heart is destined to be impossible to achieve.

Under An Night's crazy bombardment, Ling Mo Immortal Venerable was fine, after all, his cultivation was high and his reaction was fast.

But the barrier he erected had a faint meaning of collapsing......

Ling Mo frowned and stared at the enchantment for a while, then closed his eyes and felt it with his divine sense, only then did he find out.

It turned out that it wasn't just An Wan who was blowing up his enchantment with Lei Zhenzi.

Outside the enchantment, there was also the Sword Sect disciple who was very close to An Wan who was also constantly attacking his enchantment with sword qi.

Obviously, he was only a monk at the peak of his infancy, but he was able to emit a powerful sword qi that affected the enchantment he had erected......

Thinking of Chu Yan's current cultivation and talent, and then thinking about his closeness to An Wan, a wisp of murderous aura quickly flashed in Ling Mo's eyes.

When Ling Mo was stunned, An Wan aimed at the opportunity and directly drew his sword and stabbed him in the left chest......

The severe pain made Ling Mo's reason come back to the cage all of a sudden.

Under the disturbance of the sword qi, he was dressed in white, and his clothes were fluttering.

The red white clothes on his chest became particularly conspicuous......

"Xiaowan, you ......"

Ling Mo Immortal Venerable's pitch-black pupils contracted violently.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the sharp sword that had been plunged straight into his chest......

It was a sword he would never forget in his life.

In the past, the young An Wan worshipped under his door.

Because of her outstanding talent and well-behaved personality, he loved her very much, the only apprentice.

He taught her to read and write, taught her to practice and be a person, taught her to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and drew talismans and alchemy.

Once, he was always concerned about her, and in order to cultivate a spiritual weapon with his real name for her, he searched for thousands of miles of mountains and rivers to gather enough materials.

After nine hundred and eighty-one days of refining, she finally succeeded in cultivating this superb spiritual weapon that could grow with her cultivation.

Everything from the past is still vivid......

She was clearly still the well-behaved and clingy little apprentice in his memory.

But why, why did this put so much effort into him, and the spirit sword he personally gave her was inserted into him?

With Ling Mo's injury, as his mind was confused and turbulent, the enchantment he had erected was no longer stable.

In the end, under Chu Yan's crazy attack, it was successfully shattered into countless spiritual power apertures, spreading out in all directions......

"Xiaowan, why?" Ling Mo looked at An Wan blankly and muttered.

"There is no regret medicine in this world." An Wan said expressionlessly.

The little apprentice who loved you at the beginning has been wiped out by you personally, and he has long since died.

Standing here now is her Anwan, a person who has nothing to do with him...... No, it's a dragon!

Yes, the original owner is dead.

Even if Ling Mo Immortal Venerable regretted it.

The silly girl who loved him is dead.

It is impossible for the original owner to come back from the dead, and it is even more impossible for Ling Mo Immortal Venerable to have a chance to make up for her.

“…… As a teacher, I ask you a question at the end, can you answer it truthfully? ”

Ling Mo Immortal Venerable stared at An Wan for a long time before he asked with a pale face.