Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Chapter 1365: Sword Nourishing the True Spirit, Mo Fan's Fury

Uncle Qian's words made Mo Fan silent. Looking at the young swordsman in front of him, whose body was almost soaked in blood, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"Sorry, I am late……"

Mo Fan murmured, feeling a sense of powerlessness and loss for no apparent reason.

Once upon a time, he regarded this human swordsman as his best friend. In Mo Fan's heart, he was always somewhat envious of Yan Mo.

I envy his carefree life, his freedom to come and go, his carefree and uninhibited nature...

While feeling envious, Mo Fan couldn't help but have some strange thoughts in his mind.

Many times he always thought that if he was not reborn as a toad, but as a human being, perhaps he would become a knight like Yan Mo who wields a sword in the world!

So when he learned from Tushan Yunjun that Yan Mo was in danger, he rushed over immediately, but although he was fast, the southern part of the Divine Realm was too large.

He didn't know which city Xiao Yanmo was in, so he had to search one city after another. Finally, he found Qingqiu City, but he was still a step too late.

"This kid has good skills, and he is a pure swordsman. Logically speaking, if he wants to escape, that angry lion won't be able to catch up with him."

Uncle Qian's voice once again rang in Mo Fan's mind.

Mo Fan glanced at the corpses around him and immediately came to a rough conclusion. He couldn't help but sigh and said, "Maybe he didn't want to escape!"

"Uncle Qian, how can I protect his true spirit?" Mo Fan asked.

"The true spirit is very fragile. If it is not nurtured by the mighty vitality, it will easily disintegrate. However, you have a lot of treasures on you, so you don't have to worry too much about this.

Use your spiritual power to draw out his true spirit, and then pass it into the Tongtian Sword!

The Tongtian Sword was formed from the core of the World Tree and possesses a strong vitality. It can not only temporarily nourish the boy's true spirit, but also reshape the sword soul for him with the true meaning of the sword!

If the sword spirit can be completely condensed, it can be regarded as this kid's good fortune. If he can be resurrected in the future, his achievements in swordsmanship will be limitless!" Uncle Qian said with a click of his tongue.

“His body is already cold, and his Nascent Soul has dissipated. I’m afraid he can’t even possess someone else’s body, so how can he come back to life?” Mo Fan couldn’t help but frown.

"Your words are too unpleasant to hear. You still consider this boy as a friend. With a friend like you, all the bamboo shoots will be taken away!"

Uncle Qian was cursing. Fortunately, he hadn’t yet developed a spiritual body, otherwise Mo Fan would have seen him rolling his eyes.

Although he cursed, Uncle Qian still patiently explained: “What is truly important to all living things in the world is the true spirit. The physical body and the Nascent Soul are actually used to protect the true spirit, not the core of life.

Of course, for most people, when the physical body dies or the Nascent Soul is broken, the true spirit will inevitably dissipate.

But this guy is quite strong, so his true spirit will naturally not dissipate so quickly. Of course, what’s more important is that you have two great magical treasures in your hands, the Xuanhuang Gourd and the Tongtian Sword, any one of which can nourish his true spirit. Otherwise, if it were someone else, even a strong man with high cultivation in the upper realm would find it difficult to preserve his true spirit.

In other words, as long as his true spirit does not dissipate, he will not be completely wiped out.

Although you don’t have the power to revive him now, I promise you will have it naturally when your cultivation is high enough.”

Uncle Qian's words finally made Mo Fan understand. While Uncle Qian was talking, he successfully transferred Yan Mo's true spirit into the Tongtian Sword, using the Tongtian Sword to nourish his true spirit.

Sure enough, after taking a closer look, Mo Fan discovered that Yan Mo's true spirit had indeed stabilized and did not fade further, which made him feel relieved.

"Don't worry, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will save you."

"I'm still waiting to drink with you!"

"So you have to stay calm..."

Mo Fan whispered for a moment, and then as if he felt something, a golden tiger pattern instantly appeared between his eyebrows, and the world in his eyes suddenly turned gray.

Under the influence of the magical power of being an accomplice to the evil, Mo Fan saw something different.

I saw a thin woman protecting Yan Mo's body, and around her there were a dozen men with distorted faces who were constantly scratching her, as if they wanted to pull her away.

Neither the women nor the men were living people, but a group of wandering souls.

It is obvious that the real purpose of these wandering souls is Yan Mo's corpse, as if they have a deep hatred for Yan Mo.

This made Mo Fan frown slightly, and as his demonic power surged, he instantly repelled those wandering souls with distorted faces. Then, a soul-binding chain shot out from the tiger pattern on his forehead, directly wrapping up the woman's wandering soul and putting it into the ghost space.

The transformation into a ghost was completed almost in the blink of an eye.

Then Mo Fan released the woman again.

"Orange greets the master!"

As soon as Cheng Er, who had transformed into a ghost, appeared, he bowed respectfully to Mo Fan, then looked at Yan Mo's broken body with a sad face, and said to Mo Fan: "Master, you were able to transform me from a wandering soul into a ghost, which shows that you are a truly powerful person, so can you please save Senior Yan Mo as well?"

"Ok?"

Mo Fan looked at Cheng'er in surprise when he heard that.

Cheng Er was so frightened that she immediately prostrated herself on the ground, thinking that Mo Fan was dissatisfied with her. She immediately said with fear on her face: "Master, please forgive me, Cheng Er was rude, but Cheng Er really wanted to save Senior Yan Mo..."

"You misunderstood. I don't mean to blame you. Get up!"

Mo Fan shook his head when he saw this. After Cheng'er stood up, he asked, "Are you friends with Yan Mo?"

Cheng Er was startled when she heard this, then shook her head and said with a wry smile: "Senior Yan Mo and I only met this morning, and what qualifications do a little cultivator like me have to be Senior Yan Mo's friend?"

"If he is not a friend, then why do you ask me to save him? And what on earth happened here?" Mo Fan asked.

"Because Senior Yan Mo saved me. If it weren't for me, he probably wouldn't have died..."

When Cheng'er said this, her eyes couldn't help but turn red, but at this moment, even crying became a luxury for her.

Hearing Cheng'er's words, Mo Fan's face suddenly turned ugly. He said in a deep voice, "What exactly happened? Tell me everything, no matter how big or small!"

"Yes, Master!"

Cheng'er nodded, and then narrated what had happened before.

From Yan Mo silently helping Qingqiu City to repel the demon army, to him staying awake for more than a month to intimidate the demons on the top of the city, to him cutting off his own arm before saving Cheng'er, to him being besieged by countless people of Qingqiu when his lamps and oil ran out...

Hearing these stories, Mo Fan's face became uglier.

At this moment, the demons besieging the city finally launched an offensive once again, and a dull rumbling sound suddenly came from the surrounding city walls.

The city is broken!

The cries of the people of Qingqiu in the city suddenly filled the air.

"The human heart cannot stand the test. I have long said that good people should not do such things, especially good-natured people. Why don't you listen?"

Mo Fan sighed, then put Cheng'er into the ghost space, waved his hand and collected Yan Mo's body, then flashed to the sky above the entire Qingqiu, and said lightly: "Listen, all demons, I am Lai Bao, the demon saint of Black Wind Mountain!

From now on, I will give you one stick of incense to evacuate. Anyone who dares to stay here after one stick of incense will be killed! ”

Mo Fan's words caused the expressions of the demon cultivators who had just broken through the city wall to change drastically, and they all subconsciously looked up at him.

Soon, the demon army, which had just looked ferocious, retreated like a tide.

This scene made the people in Qingqiu City cry for joy. They all knelt on the ground and paid homage to the figure in the sky.

"Thank you, Immortal, for saving my life!"

"Thank you, Immortal, for saving the entire Qingqiu!!"

"Thanks?"

Mo Fan showed an amusing look on his face, then he took a deep breath, and a lightning mark instantly appeared between his eyebrows.

The next moment, a huge vision of the God of Thunder appeared above Qingqiu City, attracting endless thunderclouds to gather!