Desire can be the driving force that allows us to move forward, but it can also easily destroy a person. Wu Jiacheng's ambition was too great, and he actually hit Mo Fan with this idea, and he finally dug his own grave after losing himself.

At this moment, in Mo Fan's sea of soul consciousness, he could only watch himself being devoured by the "Soul Devouring Bead" little by little, and there was no way at all. The great pain of having his soul gnawed, and the destruction of his body and spirit, which was more terrible than death, this boundless fear and pain haunted his heart, and he was unwilling to collapse completely in despair.

"Young man, I beg you, let me live! I will repay you for your kindness by being a cow and a horse in the next life... Yes... Shaoxia, I have no eyes, I should be damned, I don't expect you to spare me, please, give me a good time! Please..."

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Wu Jiacheng in a desperate situation still has a trace of the arrogance of the king of fighting, and he kept begging for mercy heartbreakingly, and after begging for a long time, he didn't see Mo Fan have a trace of compassion, and in desperation, he used coercion. "Bastard, if you don't let me have a good time, I'm going to let you die a bad death... You will be punished, and I will wait under the Nine Springs to see what happens to you, ah..."

Wu Jiacheng roared angrily and wanted to burn his soul, but unfortunately everything was not up to him, Mo Fan liked to look at his unwilling face of despair, the painful wail was more beautiful than any kind of fairy music, especially his helpless appearance, which made people feel extremely comfortable and happy.

What could be more painful than looking at the miserable appearance of one's enemies?

Mo Fan looked at Wu Jiacheng who wanted to die but couldn't die with a smile, and sneered at each other with a smile, "Old guy, just scold hard, hehe! The more you scold, the happier I am, I really hope you can hold on a little longer, my 'Soul Devouring Bead' should have some effect if you swallow you, hehe!"

"You—you don't have to die well, ah..."

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Wu Jiacheng's painful appearance lasted for several hours, and he finally realized what it meant to be called Infernal Hell, and finally his unwilling wail was extinguished, and it became the nourishment for repairing the "Soul Devouring Bead".

"Ignorant and ridiculous guy, playing this kind of trick in front of me, I don't know whether I live or die, it's really sad! How can the Demon Dao be so easy to mix, grandpa, I have so many Demon Dao exercises that I haven't cultivated, that is why I know that this is destined to have no future!

Mo Fan smiled and sighed lightly, remembering those memories that belonged to him but did not belong to him. Feeling a little to reorganize his thoughts, he learned from Wu Jiacheng's memory fragments that Da Bai was not dead, and he quietly forgot his feelings and forgot about himself when he put down the big stone in his heart, and time passed silently.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, three days had passed quietly, and the consequences of Mo Fan's impure true qi due to taking pills had also been solved. After a simple meal and rest, he took out the Jifeng Sword and chatted with Li Dashan about kendo, and the two talked day and night...

Time flies, and before they know it, it is the golden autumn and August, and Mo Fan's efforts day and night have finally borne fruit. Li Dashan, who was tinkering with new sword moves, was in high spirits, and was anxious to destroy Mo Fan to experiment with new moves, "Good boy, I really don't know what you think in your head, it's wild!

Mo Fan also had this thought, but he knew that his current fatigue could not exert the power of his new tricks at all, and he politely refused Li Dashan smiled: "Lao Li, you also let me take a breath! I have lost several pounds these days, and I don't know how to feel distressed." Our time has also been delayed a lot, and it will be time to go to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion in a few days. ”

"Rest well, it's time for me to recuperate, hehe!"

Li Dashan replied and went to cultivate with peace of mind, although he is now in a state of sword spirit and does not know how to work, but these days have also made him tired. Mo Fan didn't care about tidying up his sloppy appearance, so he fell asleep like this, and slept for three days and three nights, which shows how tired he was.

If you want to get it, you have to pay first, and what are these hard work and achievements!

After Mo Fan, who was full of energy, sorted out his image, sorted out Wu Jiacheng's relics, and found a remote place where he could no longer experiment with his new moves.