Mo Lingfan ran all the way, meditated on the spot when he finished running with his strength, and continued to run after Na Ling, with only one thought in his head: "Father! Father!"

At this moment, he remembered his father's face, remembered his stern scolding himself not to practice swords, and gently told himself Li Bai's story. It is said that the exercises depend on the person, not the exercises.

"Why did you leave, why did you leave me, I don't have a mother, why did you let me lose my father!" he shouted as he ran, tears streaming uncontrollably. "Alas!" "You sighed!" "Everything your last family did for your ancestors will be remembered!" At this time, Mo Lingfan was not in the mood to hear this, but ran forward like crazy.

After running for half an hour, the sun also moved a lot, and when he reached the side of the sky, his tears dried up, and his strength was spent, but he still moved in that direction step by step, and his mouth shouted: "Father! Father!" Suddenly he felt that his body was lighter, his fatigue was less than half, and his spiritual power suddenly became abundant. "Hurry up and find your father!" said a faint voice.

"Thank you! After Mo Lingfan finished speaking, he continued to run forward desperately, and his speed became even faster.

"Mo Haoran, you are crazy!" a middle-aged man shouted angrily, "You still dare to take out this sword! Have you forgotten how Shang Nuan is like this now?"

"I know! I'm here to pick up Shang Nuan today! The child needs a mother! Even if..."

"You can't control the anger of this sword, you know, Shang Nuan will go back with you? Is it possible? Look behind you, you have killed so many people, now come to me to ask Shang Nuan, Mo Haoran, Mo Haoran! You want to kill Shang Nuan to be willing, right?" the middle-aged man retorted angrily.

"Gu Xie, how could I harm her!" Mo Haoran's eyes were red, but he stared at the middle-aged man named Gu Xie in front of him, "I promise not to hurt her, give her to me!" Mo Haoran said coldly.

"Impossible! How could I give my little sister to you again, entrusting her to you back then was my biggest mistake as her eldest brother. Gu Xie also said firmly.

"Don't push me!" said Mo Haoran. Slowly raised the sword in his hand, at this time, the sword body was red, and the sword surrounded by demonic energy began to shine with red-black light, which was the cursed power of the remnant souls who had been slaughtered all the way!

"Mo Haoran!" the ancient evil roared angrily. "Lay down your soul! you're going to be a sword slave, think of your kids!"

"I'm just for my child, I can't live without a mother!" Mo Haoran said fiercely. "You and I will have a battle today!

"Come on, then, this sword needs to be kept safe, too. The ancient evil said calmly, but he did not hesitate in his hand, a black gas gushed out, and a black claw was attached to his hand, the same black qi was swirling, and it was also a soul!

In an instant, a sword and a claw collided together, stirring up black ripples in circles, and after the collision, both of them took a few steps back to stabilize themselves, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Mo Haoran's mouth, obviously falling behind, "I don't want to fight with you, as long as you leave the prison soul behind." Gu Xie said coldly.

"I don't want to fight with you either, as long as you hand over Shang Nuan, I'll leave immediately. Mo Haoran also replied.

"That's not negotiable!" The ancient evil shouted loudly with his claws: "Soul Demon Touches the World!" For a while, the black mist pressed, and the powerful soul power raged, gushing like a rolling river, and a bone claw composed of huge soul power fell from the sky and pressed towards Mo Haoran.

"The divine sword pierces the heart!" Mo Haoran was not afraid at all, and said word by word. Without dodging or dodging, the Prison Soul Sword stabbed out the sword qi condensed by thousands of soul power, slammed into the bone claw, forcibly tore a hole in the bone claw, and dissipated in the sky.

Sensing the new changes in the sky, Mo Lingfan quickly locked the direction and ran towards this side.

The mountain gate was full of corpses, all of them were injured by the sword qi, the wounds were swirled with black qi, and the dead were also drained of their souls, and their faces were hideous and terrifying. Mo Lingfan saw it even more uncomfortable than the last time he saw the broken arm. His face turned pale.

Forcibly swallowed a breath, lifted his spiritual power, and ran up the mountain, the door sign said "Yuezong".

Suddenly he saw a very familiar corpse, half-paralyzed on the ground, prostrate, and went forward to turn it over to take a look, this person was the third uncle who had just talked to Xiaoya! He was also drained of his soul, his eyes were empty, and his eyes were white.

Mo Lingfan covered his mouth, tears flowed down his face, sat down on the ground, pointed to the corpse on the ground and said, "Father?" He also thought of the result in his heart, was this all done by his father?

A large cloud of black gas permeated, wrapping most of the mountain, the black light filled the sky, as if the entire sky was covered, the cold and gloomy in the black air was more dense than that in the void, a demon dragon emerged in Mo Lingfan's mind, opened his huge mouth at him, roared, and suddenly appeared in the spiritual sea, with a serious face, the blue light on his body illuminated the entire spiritual sea, and a cloud of black gas was trapped in the spiritual sea, colliding everywhere.

A blue net shrouded the past, firmly binding the black qi. "The soul is drawn to the battle, the heaven and the earth are spiritual, the soul is the middle, the spirit flows to the heaven and the earth, and the soul flows into the river. "Quietly and gloomily.

Mo Lingfan was still going all the way up, to the place where the black qi was the strongest, because he firmly believed that his father was there.

"Lost that sword!" said Gu Xie. "Stop shouting, he can't hear me. Mo Haoran said strangely.

"Demon Dragon!" said the ancient evil in surprise. "It's me!" replied Mo Haoran.

"It was really his fault back then, he wanted strength, I gave it to him, but there were a lot of them, and he didn't control it. Mo Haoran said calmly, in the black mist, his red eyes were extremely obvious and transparent.

"Now that I'm here, I'm very vindictive, call those guys to come!" Mo Haoran said indifferently: "I'll wait for you!"

"Arrogant!" "What a big breath!" "I'll wait to see who dares to spread wild in my Moon Sect." Three majestic voices rang out from the sky.

The ancient evil also retreated to the side, and three old men with white hair appeared in the sky above the side in an instant, looking down at Mo Haoran.

"See the three elders!" said the ancient evil respectfully.

"Who should I be? It's the hairy boy from the past!" said the old man on the left.

"Hmph!" Mo Haoran snorted coldly, "It's only been a few years since I've grown up like this, it's really better to be an ant, open your blind eyes and take a good look, who am I?"

"Huh?" The three of them squinted their eyes, and carefully felt the breath in the black qi, they were all taken aback, and said nervously: "You, you, you are the demon dragon of the Soul Sword!"

Mo Haoran showed an evil smile, "Even if you are not old and confused. ”

"I am the soul of the ancient sword!"