"The power of the strong golden light to scorch the soul can ensure that the child possessed by you is okay, but as a soul, you should be ready to be wiped out!" The cold and arrogant voice of the sword soul came from the sky, making him feel an incomparably huge pressure, and he was sure that the sword unity realm of this person in front of him was not something he could resist.

There was still a burning sensation in his head, more and more penetrating to the bone, and he also felt that he was disappearing little by little, and his soul shouted anxiously: "Ancestor, save me!"

"Huh?" A questioning voice sounded, the voice was melodious, as if it was far away and as if it was near, everyone and the old man were startled, observing the surroundings, and indeed did not see a single figure.

There was no movement after the voice sounded, but everyone looked around vigilantly, and the sword soul also released its soul sense to silently find the person's location, but the sword in his hand still continued to scorch the soul.

"Ancestor, I am born of the water of Lechuan, transformed into thousands of spirits and souls, and the soul of the blood seal born from the seal. He tried to ask for the man's help, trying to introduce his role as if he were selling himself.

"Let me see how powerful this human unity realm is, you should burn it harder!" the man said with interest.

As soon as he heard this, the soul became even more anxious, and the golden flames on the giant sword had begun to devour his spirit body, and his eyes began to turn black as if he was about to wake up. "I am bred by the god of Lethe River, the water of Lethe River, long and long, guilty, amorous and self-harming. I know you, Ancestor!" he said frantically. I'm afraid that there won't be enough time.

The man pondered for a moment, and the three water swords in the Lethe River water, like three awls made of ice, pierced through the giant sword, leaving three neat rows of circular holes, and the round holes were still covered with white water vapor.

The sword soul suddenly looked over, and all he saw was the Lechuan River, the river was as quiet as a mirror, the sun was about to set, a round of red sun was reflected in the water, and a small fish jumped on the sparkling river from time to time, and he was fascinated.

The phantom of the giant sword disappeared, and in the pit was Mo Lingfan's tattered clothes and embarrassed appearance, and he looked like he was lying on his back from lying there for the rest of his life.

"Souls are strange things, and blood seals are even more precious, so I took them. The voice in the air sounded again, and it looked like the clouds were light and breezy.

The sword soul was dissatisfied, frowned, raised a sword, and slashed in the direction where the water sword came just now, and a golden sword qi slashed towards the river, which was taken by the river and sank into the river, without even a little wave.

The voice sounded on the calm river again: "In words, the sword qi is a continuous stream of water. ”

Taunt, * naked mockery, the sword intent was pervasive, the sword intent cut the flowers and plants on the ground to pieces, and the soul that was originally lying on the ground was also crushed by the sword intent, and it was difficult to breathe, and he was even weaker.

"I don't know if Your Excellency can show up and think about the belonging of this soul?" It was the old artist who spoke, he temporarily stabilized the restless sword soul, and talked about it himself, this person is indeed very powerful and strange.

At this time, the river water converged into a figure and appeared in the sky, and the person's facial features could not be seen clearly, but he saw the figure of a scholar who was probably an elegant scholar. The figure appeared and said, "This seat is the spirit of this Lechuan River, and it has been here for countless years, and it is a feast for your eyes to see your battle today!"

"Ancestor save me!" begged the spirit, who couldn't stand up on the ground.

"It's useless, it's also my soul that forgets the river, and I can't even force out the true strength of others. After saying that, a thin line of water wrapped around his throat, and the blue water spiritual power was continuously transmitted over.

"The ancestor spares his life, the ancestor spares his life!" The soul shouted in pain, but the water shadow did not mean to stop, but instead started heavier, the heart-rending pain sound came, very penetrating, the frightened Tang Xiaolan covered her mouth, and looked at Mo Lingfan with a heartache, and the others also knew that they could not interfere at this time, their strength was too small.

The sword soul slashed out with a sword, cutting off the water wire, he was afraid of hurting the child, and then looked at the water shadow proudly as always, and said proudly: "Do you want to see my full strength?

Hearing him say that he was going to perform, the angry face of the shadow demon suddenly changed to expectation, his mockery seemed to make him excited, he licked his upper lip, and jokingly said: "Don't worry, you gather your strength slowly, we have time." "The voice is evil, and the tone is playful.

The red sun was even brighter, and the sound of a phoenix resounded through the sky, extremely clear, the divine bloodline soul, Ugin!

"It turned out to be a holy soul, and I was able to meet Ugin's sword soul after being silent for a thousand years, hahaha. There was no trace of fear in the voice, there was excitement, even pleasure.

"Today, I'll steam out the water of your Lechuan River and send you on your way!" Sword Soul said coldly.

A huge fiery red bird, golden wings, beak long feather tips, three-legged, descending from the sky, the old artist in the sky ceremoniously recited the ancient powerful Han Yu's mantra: "The golden crow at the bottom of the sea first flies, Zhu Hui scatters the green glow." "The light of the Holy Spirit!

The momentum swooped down towards the figure, and the figure over there did not move, indifferently looking at the rushing golden crow, like a round of sunset hitting the river, the huge water wave seemed to evaporate after stirring, the Lechuan River was cut off by the waist, and the water vapor in the sky dispersed.

The people on the side were bathed in such light, their bodies and minds were stretched, and they felt relaxed and bright, but Mo Lingfan had an uncomfortable and painful face, the blood seal soul was evil, and the holy light removed it, it was a burning sensation that was stronger than before, and the soul had already begun to go crazy, and he got up and wildly released red light in the white mist, and small red lights attached to a common person until he lost the strength to fall down by the holy light.

The two of them who turned into golden crows did not notice this, they were still desperately exerting the holy light, evaporating the river water, and the water of the Lechuan River was getting less and less, just when the river water was falling, the figure appeared in the white mist, a water sword was inserted, and a birdsong sounded.

After the mist dissipated, the old artist stood by the river, he was fine, just looked at the figure on the river, the golden crow sword soul also dimmed a little, and his blonde hair returned to black hair.

"I really don't want to interrupt your stupidity, I'll come back when the vapor is gone, but your light has given me a glimmer of myself, I've remembered something else, I'll let you go for once, I'm happy with your performance. After saying that, the image of the man smiled.

He rolled up Mo Lingfan on the ground and entered the Lechuan River together, and picked up the child here three days later. The voice rang out in the sky again, but this time in a much kinder tone.