Ling Haoran had just repaired the toxin wounds in his body and soul sea, when he heard a voice sound again, "Level 8, fight with the Phantom Demon God of War, and if you persist for a month, you will pass the trial." Ling Haoran was thrown into a lush canyon, and a girl suddenly appeared in front of the canyon, this girl was Ling Haoran's fourth sister, Ling Qingling, Ling Qingling said, "Haoran, sleep, you're tired!" Now that the fourth sister has a place in the Nine Heavens, the fourth sister will take you to the Nine Heavens in the future, and you don't have to do anything, okay! A cyan color pierced into Ling Haoran's soul sea, Ling Haoran's eyes began to blur, Ling Haoran "Fourth sister, it's really you, I miss you, I have experienced life and death several times recently, and I can't come back." Ling Qingling touched Ling Haoran's hair, hugged Ling Haoran in his arms, then took out a dagger, held Ling Haoran's head with one hand, and suddenly the dagger in his hand slashed towards Ling Haoran's neck, and cut Ling Haoran's neck with a knife, Ling Haoran's blood flowed in an instant, Ling Haoran looked at Ling Qingling in disbelief, "Fourth sister, why?" I saw Ling Qingling say, "Haoran, the fourth sister is careless, come and give you medicine for the fourth sister, quickly!" After speaking, before Ling Haoran could take any precautions, another dagger was inserted into Ling Haoran's heart. Ling Haoran, roared! You are not my fourth sister, who are you! Ling Haoran suddenly attacked, fists and palms, and suddenly a voice came from behind, Ling Haoran saw that it was Mo Zhenzhen, Ling Haoran was confused, Mo Zhenzhen said, "Why are you injured again, take this pill quickly, you will get better quickly!" ”

Ling Haoran picked up the pill compendium and put it in his mouth, and he smelled a smell of poison, because he had just experienced the torture of various toxins and knew everything about toxins. Ling Haoran didn't speak, he punched Mo Zhenzhen in the face, Mo Zhenzhen was hit by a punch that suddenly came, and cried and said, "Brother Haoran, don't you want Zhenzhen now, if you don't want to see me, I won't appear in front of you." Ling Haoran looked at Mo Zhenzhen in front of him blankly, and suddenly his heart softened. When Mo Zhenzhen walked to Ling Haoran's side, Ling Haoran's battle qi suddenly absorbed a trace of the battle qi of the illusion, Ling Haoran suddenly woke up, and then broke through the illusion.

Ling Haoran continued to walk forward, and suddenly walked into a village, there were many boys and girls in it, the girl was Mo Zhenzhen, Mo Zhenzhen ran over and took Ling Haoran's hand and said, "Haoran, take a look, our children... Our kids are dead! “

Ling Haoran was confused and said, "When did Zhenzhen and I have a child?" At this time, a cyan cyclone poured into Ling Haoran's soul sea, and Ling Haoran had a memory that did not belong to him, this memory was that Ling Haoran and Mo Zhenzhen lived together, fell in love together, and the two gave birth to a lovely baby, whose name was Ling Haotian, but the child has been sick since birth, and the child cannot cultivate, and now it is even more serious, the child is lying on the hospital bed and cannot take care of himself. Ling Haoran unconsciously followed to see the child.

The child's face turned pale, and then an old man came, the old man officially Ling Jianghe, Ling Jianghe said, "This child is more difficult to walk than the road you are going to take, he needs the heart and liver of his parents to take medicine, so that he can have the slightest possibility to embark on the path of cultivation." “

Mo Zhenzhen gritted her teeth, took out a dagger, and suddenly wanted to dig out her heart and liver, Ling Haoran snatched it when she saw this, and said, "The child needs to be saved, but it can't be so urgent." “

Ling Haoran looked at the child and said, "I'm afraid that I haven't embarked on the path of cultivation in my life, but I have never given up, even if I die, I will not give up, and you have also embarked on the road of being a father, there is no parent in the world who does not love his children, we all have to recognize what kind of path we need to take." As a father, he has been pursuing all his life, but the Tao still has not found the right path. “

Ling Haoran suddenly fell into a magical realm, like an epiphany, "My path is between life and death, never give up, no matter whether the road ahead is the abyss or the sea of fire, as long as I can go, I will not give up, even if I die, my soul will go to find out, no matter life or death, I am not afraid of difficulties." Suddenly, a cool air came into Ling Haoran's mind, and Ling Haoran was inspired, and all the illusions in front of him burst like bubbles.

At this time, Ling Haoran's battle qi suddenly jumped, the battle qi turned a faint white, the soul sea also stabilized and became more powerful, and the leaves of the will sapling were fully expanded. Ling Haoran saw that not far from him, there was a girl in a floral skirt standing, and there were two tentacles on the girl's head. When Ling Haoran was observing, he heard a sentence, "Pass the 7th level, and then rest for ten days to carry out the 8th level." Now give the reward for level 7! The Phantom Demon God of War entered the Will Seed, and the leaves of the Will Sapling were all unfolded, and the leaves reflected the Jiuli God of War, the Wind Clan God of War, the Zhurong God of War, the Thunder God of War, the Nine Shadows God of War, the Sword God of War, the God of War of the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Lords, and the Phantom Demon God of War.

At this time, a voice sounded again, "Level 9, discuss with Dao Ancestor, and if you answer correctly, you will pass the trial." There is no break in this round, start now". Between them, a man in a white Taoist robe said faintly: "What is the Tao!" “

Ling Haoran thought about it, he seemed to have entered a special cage, his brows were tightly locked, his eyes were slightly closed, he had been thinking about this sentence, Ling Haoran was here for a long time, he didn't answer, he didn't speak, I saw that his hair began to turn gray, and his skin began to wrinkle, this is the power of time, Ling Haoran is slowly aging, and when Ling Haoran's body began to crumble, and life felt like it was coming to an end, Ling Haoran laughed and said, "The indelible will is the Tao, my will is to fight to the death, not bow to fate, Even if it is death, we must pass on our will, even if the soul is scattered, we must leave the will and never die! After speaking, Ling Haoran's body began to recover, his hair began to turn black, and his vitality began to flourish.

Ling Haoran's battle qi also absorbed the power of time, and the battle qi became colorless, and the battle qi could not be seen, but the battle qi did exist, and it became more powerful, and the little sapling of will also grew a new shoot.

At this time, a knife voice came, "Pass the 9th level, now give the reward for the 9th level!" The white Dao robe man entered the will seed, and the leaves of the will sapling reflected the Jiuli God of War, the Wind Clan God of War, the Zhurong God of War, the Thunder God of War, the Nine Shades God of War, the Sword God of War, the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Lord God of War, the Phantom Demon God of War, and the white Dao robe man Nine people, the willpower is even stronger, the will sapling is rooted in the sea of knowledge, and the unyielding will of the nine war gods is lit around the sapling, just like the stars guarding the little sapling. Ling Haoran's strength at this moment was also at least three times greater than before, and now it had reached 60,000 jin of strength.