The eyes of the Blood Sword Spirit were filled with endless flames, as if they were likely to erupt at any time and burn on Mo Ze's body.

The sky-high flames burned unscrupulously around them, as if they wanted to expand the minions of the flames to every inch and corner, and burn the places where the sea of fire was used even hotter.

The fierce firelight reflected on the face of the Fuxue Sword Spirit, which made Shen Moli startled in vain. In an instant, for the first time, he had a different view of the Blood Sword Spirit.

Whether it is in the past life or in this life, in all the rumors related to the Blood Sword, the Blood Sword Spirit is a cold-blooded divine soldier who is selfish and does not care about others.

In the streets and alleys of the previous life, even children's songs were singing "The blood is coming, and the whole city is dead". It can be said that when he saw the Blood Sword, Shen Moli didn't have much of a good impression of the Blood Sword.

A weapon that only knows how to slaughter, no matter how much it is cultivated against the sky, it is not a good divine weapon.

Although the gods are different from people, it is extremely difficult to feel the friendship of the world. However, compared to a divine soldier who only knew bloodthirsty, Shen Moli was always more inclined to choose a sword with temperature as a companion.

Although the contract with Puchen Sword was an accident, during the day and night together, Shen Moli discovered the difference between Puchen Sword Spirit. Not only can it have a friendship similar to people, but it can also care about Zhixing, and suddenly changed the sword master, but it still misses the old man.

This kind of nostalgia is a taboo for the gods.

Divine soldiers are born to kill, and for many masters of divine soldiers, divine soldiers do not need feelings, they just need to be a tool they use to create blood.

If you miss the deceased, it is difficult to ensure that the divine soldiers will show mercy when they meet the deceased again, and this is exactly what many divine soldiers do not allow to happen.

But Shen Moli prefers such a loving divine soldier, she has seen too much of the deeds of the divine soldier in the face of the imminent destruction, abandoning the master, and finally leading to the destruction of the sword.

In Shen Moli's view, only the sword of love can survive in a desperate situation with her and break out of the way together.

And the feeling that the Blood Sword Spirit gave her earlier was just mercenary, bullying the lord and killing the master, and even the bottom line of the divine soldier's loyalty to the lord could be crossed.

Such a divine soldier is terrifying to look at, let alone contract with it.

No one can know if the contract with such a divine soldier will one day be trapped by it and become the target of the sword in his hand.

For the Blood Sword Spirit, Shen Moli only saw cold-blooded from the beginning. It wasn't until Fang Cai that the fearlessness of the Blood Sword Spirit swinging his sword several times to save Shen Moli fell on Shen Moli's eyes, and he faintly changed Shen Moli's thoughts.

Although at this moment, the Blood Sword Spirit was born out of selfish thoughts in order to save himself. But in this indignation, Shen Moli finally saw the maintenance that the Blood Sword Spirit showed to others.

The Blood Sword Spirit stared at Mo Ze angrily, as if he was going to scrape Mo Ze into pieces, and after a while, he suddenly said: "Little woman, since you can contain the black flame as much as I do, maybe you can also use this fierce red flame for your own use, why don't you try it?"

Hearing the Blood Sword Spirit say this, Mo Ze's eyes widened in shock, and he couldn't help but stare at her and said, "You don't harm her!"

The black flame is an extremely cold fire, and the red flame is a scorching high temperature, and the attributes of the two belong to both ends alone.

Shen Moli's ability to accept Black Flame shows that his physique is more inclined to the Extreme Cold attribute, how can he tolerate Red Flame?

In front of the Red Flame, those who like to be cold in their physique will be more damaged by the Red Flame. Mo Tong is one of them, and Mo never wants to see Shen Moli repeat Mo Tong's old path.

"There's no other way right now!" In the tone of the Blood Sword Spirit, although it was a tone that allowed Shen Moli to touch the Red Flame, he would either die or be stronger in the Red Flame, but his actions were not like this.

It flew one by one, spinning directly into Shen Moli's cultivation, as if it was trying to block all the red flames with its own body.

At this moment, the red flames in Mo Ze's body had been emptied.

However, if there was a life-like red flame, it firmly controlled the movements in Shen Moli's palm, so that no matter how Shen Moli struggled, he couldn't break free from the connection between spiritual power and black flame.

In the spiritual power he sacrificed, Shen Moli was not sure if he was hallucinating due to the influence of the red flame, but he vaguely felt that his spiritual power was summoning each other with the red flame, as if it was one before.

However, the pain that spread through the spiritual power throughout his three souls and six souls, as well as the faint pulsation transmitted from the sleeping emperor's soul, kept reminding Shen Moli that it was not his own spiritual power that attracted Chiyan, but the emperor soul sleeping in his body!

Looking at the flames that were getting closer and closer to him, Shen Moli suddenly sacrificed the power of his divine soul, causing the power of Wang Yang to surge out, and suddenly turned into a shield to block in front of the Blood Sword Spirit.

The red flame burned in front of Wang Yang extremely quickly along with the spiritual power.

Between the collision of fire and sea, countless black smoke filled the air, emitting wisps of pungent breath.

"Little girl, work harder, that red flame will be extinguished by your ocean!" The Blood Sword Spirit's eyes lit up and said happily.

The Blood Sword Spirit looked at the red flame in front of him and had a tendency to overwhelm the ocean, but he still said the opposite.

However, the invincible momentum of Wang Yang is very easy for a discerning person to see.

Mo Ze looked at the power of water and fire, and said in a hoarse voice: "Miss Shen, don't give up." ”

Without Chiyan's torture, his whole body seemed to relax in an instant. Even though I lost the lower half of my body, I still felt a sense of relief.

At the same time, he felt that he owed Shen Moli a lot. Although Shen Moli was the reincarnation of Mo Tong that he believed, he only met him in Pingshui after all.

In the midst of danger, Shen Moli was so fearless as to take over the red flame for him and block the disaster, so how could he turn a blind eye and ignore it?

Looking at the red flame that was about to break through the ocean, he encouraged Shen Moli in a cold tone. The hands hidden behind him, but in a few spins, they sacrificed a mass of things that they couldn't see.

"You don't have a backache when you stand and talk!No, it doesn't hurt to sit and talk!"

Seeing that Mo Ze had lost his chest and limbs, there was no sympathy in the eyes of the Blood-Buried Sword Spirit. On the contrary, wherever there is pain, it will say wherever it goes, and it is very likely to sprinkle a basin of salt on Mo Ze's wound, and even throw Mo Ze into the salt sea.

On the other hand, Mo Ze, in the aggressiveness of the Blood Sword Spirit, there was still not much change in his expression, but he didn't even want to say more.

Although with his strength, there is no way to block the red flame for Shen Moli. Otherwise, 10,000 years ago, he would have risked his life to block the Red Flame of the Evil Emperor for Mo Tong.

But in 10,000 years of painstaking research, he still learned some spells that could delay the burning of the red flame, so that he was able to survive for 10,000 years in the snowy region with the dual effect of ice heart and spells.

Between the transport capacity, Mo Ze is not allowed to be distracted at all.