The gray mirror suddenly lit up, and so did Mo Yan's eyes. He did it!

He did it!

He had successfully locked onto that man!

For thousands of years, he had never been as excited as he was now. It was really a pleasant surprise.

He was about to obtain this power that could surpass the entire world!

But in the next moment, he saw the appearance of the person in the mirror.

The mirror was like the surface of a lake. At first, it was sparkling, but then it slowly calmed down, and a good-looking young man slowly appeared.

The young man was tall and slender, his skin was very white, his black eyes were round and bright, his nose was small, and his lips were rosy. He was very beautiful.

And the most eye-catching thing was that two hairy semicircular black ears were exposed in his soft black short hair. They shook slightly, making people who looked at them couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement.

But at this moment, Mo Yan's heart fell to the bottom of the valley, falling straight into an ice cellar.

No … it wasn't Qin Mo!

Who … who was this?

Why did he make a mistake?

That was impossible!

He was clearly aiming at Qin Mo, and there was no mistake. How could he lock onto someone else?

Looking at this appearance, this was obviously a demon cultivator, but there was no one else here!

But in the next second, Mo Yan's pupils suddenly shrank. He saw the person in Qin Mo's arms. Wasn't it the little demon he had locked onto?

He really failed. Mo Yan couldn't hide the disappointment in his heart, but he quickly calmed down. He had missed the best opportunity. He wasn't someone who couldn't distinguish the situation, and now he had to retreat quickly. Otherwise, when Qin Mo found him, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Mo Yan didn't stop and immediately cast a spell. However, in the blink of an eye, a sharp black blade shot towards him.

Mo Yan's face changed drastically. He knew he had been discovered!

But in any case, he was also an overlord. He reacted immediately and blocked this attack. But Mo Yan didn't dare to fight at all. He just wanted to leave quickly.

But obviously, the other party didn't give him a chance to leave at all.

The huge gap in strength made Mo Yan embarrassed instantly. He really felt the huge pressure that Lu Jiuyuan was under just now. This gap was really discouraging.

Even if he didn't want to fight at this moment, he couldn't escape.

And Qin Mo's patience wasn't good enough to play with him for a while.

After casually exchanging a few moves, the pressure suddenly increased, and the majestic spiritual energy in the form of a giant sword charged straight at him with unstoppable power.

Beads of cold sweat rolled down Mo Yan's forehead. He could clearly feel that death was right in front of him.

He was going to die. Just like Lu Jiuyuan, he was going to die for no apparent reason, and it was even extremely laughable.

He was unwilling to accept this!

He really couldn't accept it!

He could not die. How could he die?!

Yes!

He still had one last chance!

He could still give it a try!

Mo Yan raised the Soul-locking Mirror and ordered the young man in the mirror, "Protect me!"

Lock people's souls and drive them away for me.

Although I don't know who you are, you belong to me now!

Mo Yan didn't have high hopes for a demon cultivator who relied on Qin Mo, but what happened next made him realize that he had won the bet!

This inconspicuous demon cultivator was actually faster than Qin Mo's attack, blocking in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Even if he had to risk his life, he had to block this fatal blow.

Because he had received an instruction from the depths of his soul: Protect him. Protect him at all costs.

Mo Yan didn't expect this little demon to be able to block this blow. He only hoped that he could have a chance to escape at the cost of his life.

But what happened next completely overturned his thoughts.

The original thunderous blow suddenly stopped the moment it was about to touch the little demon. The majestic spiritual energy that seemed to have fallen from the sky disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The thrilling scene of near death just now was like an illusion.

Mo Yan was stunned, but in the next moment, ecstasy spread in his chest.

He thought it was already a dead end, but he didn't expect to be rescued!

Before his joy could rise, a huge pressure appeared again. Mo Yan's face was pale from the pressure, but he still managed to raise his head and saw the man who was finally willing to look at him.

That pair of black eyes were surging with inky flames. His thin lips were slightly opened, and his low and hoarse voice contained monstrous anger. "What did you do?"

Mo Yan was shocked, but he was no longer afraid. He had grasped his weakness, he had grasped his heart.

Mo Yan pulled the young demon over and grinned. "So, that's what happened."

He touched the boy's white face and succeeded in seeing the man's eyes darken. He was excited and nervous, and then he ordered cruelly. "Kill him, kill Qin Mo."

Receiving the order, the youth rushed towards Qin Mo as fast as lightning. Without the slightest hesitation or pause, the holy sword in his hand was unsheathed. The dense spiritual energy had an opening to vent, and with a green arc, it pierced towards the man opposite him.

With the moves he taught him, with the weapon he gave him, with the hands he loved, he stabbed the man's heart ruthlessly and coldly.

Mo Yan watched from the side, the smile on the corner of his mouth getting deeper and deeper. He didn't think that this little demon could kill Qin Mo. He gave such an order just to see how important this little demon was to Qin Mo.

He just wanted to know how many trump cards he had.

The result was so satisfying.

Although the boy's moves were fierce, he was inexperienced. His weapon was wonderful, but he lacked practice. This was a novice who had almost no actual combat experience.

At this level, even Mo Yan could easily kill him, but that valiant man could only dodge.

This cold and arrogant man who was fearless even if he destroyed the world couldn't bear to hurt this boy, not even a little.

Mo Yan was very surprised and happy at the same time.

"Stop!"

The boy obediently stopped.

"Come back!"

The boy quickly returned to Mo Yan's side.

Qin Mo looked at him coldly, his nails digging into his palm, filling the air with a strong smell of blood.

So it was the Soul Locking Mirror.

Locking people's souls and being driven by them.

No matter who you are, you belong to me now.

His Shi Qing, the Shi Qing that belonged to him, was taken away from him. From his arms, from his side, from his palm, she was taken away so obviously.

The hollow feeling from his palm quickly spread, and suddenly his whole heart was clenched. The endless emptiness, the dark abyss, at this moment, was filled with a strong flame that could burn everything.

Unforgivable, unforgivable!

Qin Mo looked up slightly, his dark eyes were still like a pool of stagnant water. Qin Mo looked at him, his voice hovering between reason and madness. "What do you want?"

Mo Yan raised his chin. "You, I want you, I want your cultivation!"

"Okay." Qin Mo agreed without hesitation. "Here you go."

Mo Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, but in the next moment, his pupils were infinitely enlarged.

Qin Mo came at him at an extremely fast speed, like a sharp blade out of the sheath!

Mo Yan only had time to quickly order. "Protect me!"

The boy immediately appeared and faced Qin Mo!

The long sword in the boy's hand was with a cold murderous aura, accurately piercing the man who was flying quickly. Mo Yan was about to be proud, but he saw that Qin Mo didn't stop at all!

The long sword instantly pierced through his shoulder blade, blood gushing out, but his momentum didn't decrease at all!

A pair of black eyes locked onto the prey, determined to get it!

Mo Yan was once again shocked by the strong pressure, unable to move an inch. He watched the man in front of him quickly approaching, stained with blood, but didn't even frown. He just stubbornly grabbed Mo Yan's throat.

Mo Yan's face instantly flushed red, but he wouldn't give up, he didn't want to die. He ordered in a hoarse voice. "Kill … him, kill … him."

The expressionless boy quickly launched an attack, every move was fatal, the sword piercing through the heart.

Qin Mo didn't dodge. His back was torn, the intense pain mixed with the smell of blood stimulated his brain, making his eyes scarlet.

Anger burned in his palm, the sharp barb clasped into Mo Yan's throat, blood spurted out, and his throat was broken. Mo Yan widened his eyes because of the intense pain, his face terrifying.

He couldn't make a sound, so he couldn't give orders.

He couldn't control the boy, but the boy couldn't stop either.

But as long as Mo Yan was killed, the effect of the Soul-locking Mirror would disappear.

Qin Mo smiled strangely. "He won't kill me, and I won't let you die too quickly."

It wasn't until this moment that Mo Yan realized how terrifying a demon he had provoked.

He couldn't speak, he couldn't negotiate, he couldn't even lift the spell on the boy.

Qin Mo was attacked continuously, and at the same time, he gave Mo Yan a thousand times more pain.

Endless torture, endless abuse. Mo Yan felt that this man was crazy, he was a madman, a true madman.

He wanted to die. He had an incomparably strong desire to die because only death could end this torturous torture that made him feel endless despair.

Mo Yan's spirit had completely broken down, but the massacre continued.

Until … the boy's breathing became erratic, and he gradually became tired, Qin Mo frowned slightly.

The Soul Lock Mirror's Soul Lock did not take any physical factors into consideration. Even if one was exhausted, exhausted, knocked out, or even immobilized, as long as there was an order, it would carry it out. Even a walking corpse would not be able to break the chains imposed on one's soul.

Therefore, even if Shi Qing was exhausted, he would still wave the long sword, unable to stop.

In the end, Shi Qing would die of exhaustion.

This thought flashed through his mind, and Qin Mo finally regained a trace of rationality. He looked at the lifeless Mo Yan, and finally wiped him out completely.

The torture was over, and the spell was lifted.

In the next second, Shi Qing was completely unconscious.

Qin Mo caught him. His black robe was covered in blood, the high blood loss causing his face to be strangely pale. However, his black eyes were especially bright. He lowered his head slightly and kissed the youngster's neck, his raspy voice filled with morbid obsession. "Qingqing, my Qingqing, you are mine."