"Won’t shed a tear for you?" Luo Lianxin froze, her heart trembled, full of sorrow. "If you die, I’ll follow you."

But these words, she ultimately couldn’t say them. She had promised the Ice Emperor, who was willing to save Lin Mo, to never reunite with him unless...

"Kid, stop spewing nonsense here, face your death!" The old woman’s face was twisted and horrific, filled with malice, her palms began forming a Dharma Seal, dense black fog drilled out from her body, "Nine Yin Soul-Eroding Claw."

The Primordial Power in heaven and earth shook, trembled, surged, and crazily gathered towards the old woman.

Everyone else’s gaze had become extremely shocked and fearful, is this the strength possessed by a world-level expert?

"This time, can you withstand it? Kid, blame yourself for being too high-profile." The old woman’s voice echoed between heaven and earth.

High-profile?

No one else understood the meaning of this sentence, only Liu Qingyang was momentarily stunned, suddenly widened her beautiful eyes, "Could it be, could it be the Lin Tanyu who killed Yin Shang on Sky City Continent is Lin Mo, he didn’t lie?"

Lin Mo seemed unaware of the crisis, only feeling his heart ache as if tightly gripped by a large hand. For twenty years, he journeyed from Earth to Mystic Realm Sect, from there to Dark Demon Sea, all just to see this woman in front of him.

But why?

Why didn’t she reunite with him?

The heartache and pain, the pent-up resentment in his heart, he wanted to vent it out. Lin Mo tightly gripped the Mixed Element Stick, his pitch-black eyes flashed with unprecedented brightness, the dark golden stick in his hand swung out countless dense stick shadows.

It seemed only this way could he vent all the grief and heartbreak in his heart.

When they first got married, Xia Mengdie was cold to him, utterly disappointed!

Later, he finally woke up, reincarnated and changed everything, saw the pressure Xia Mengdie was under, and regretted the harm he had caused her.

Later still, he fought against the major sects on Earth for the Twin Fish Jade Pendant for Xia Mengdie!

Hand in hand, they admired the lanterns and toured famous sights.

In front of a wishing tree at Gara, Xia Mengdie left a wish: ’May our hearts be alike, this emotion endless and unchanged.’

To seal the Alien Demon, facing the brink of life and death, Xia Mengdie went to Ice Emperor Relics for medicine and left Earth.

Fu Mo took out the Extreme Wheel Mirror, Lin Mo risked his life to save Xia Mengdie, willing to die without regret!

"No matter the reason you refuse to reunite with me, I will never give up on you, never before and definitely not now." Lin Mo shouted, the dark golden Mixed Element Stick in his hand became increasingly fierce and fast.

He had reached the ’Sword Dao from Heart’ realm, any weapon could be used as a sword in his hands.

The layered, dense, sharp stick shadows were Sword Qi, lingering like silk, yet fierce as sword edges, surrounding him, not dissipating; instead growing more numerous, like a group of wandering fish encircling him.

A sense of desolation spread throughout heaven and earth, infecting even others, inducing a faint taste of sadness in their hearts.

"This, this guy actually comprehended swordsmanship at this moment?" The prince widened his eyes, incredulously asked.

Shui Mao likewise widened his eyes, showing a horrified expression.

Swordsmanship also belongs to the category of martial arts, at this moment Lin Mo comprehended new swordsmanship, even the atmosphere was filled with a sense of melancholy, this swordsmanship had already met the requirements of boundary-level martial arts! Forming its own domain!

Although Lin Mo had reached ’Sword Dao from Heart’, the Heavenly Reversal Nine Swords only had nine styles, he had never researched his own sword skill.

At this moment, his heart was like dead ash, filled with desolation and sorrow, he finally comprehended his own swordsmanship.

"Melancholy Mist Rain Sword!" Lin Mo lightly called out.

In the valley, the fine misty rain drifted down, the mist and rain hazy, like Jiangnan in the March spring rain, ancient poets who couldn’t succeed, feeling melancholy on rainy days, could write eternally shining verses, expressing their full emotions.

The old woman’s palm grasped, the large palm accumulating dense black fog, even larger than when Shui Mao transformed, five fingers carrying sharp black fog, seemingly wanting to tear the sky apart, grabbed straight at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo’s eyes similarly flashed brilliance, the Mixed Element Stick pointed at the giant palm transformed by the black fog!

The ten thousand Sword Qi surrounding him charged towards the huge black fog palm like fine rain silk, uninterrupted.

This Sword Qi, unlike usual, was not only sharp but had a hint of softness, hidden behind the softness were needles, resembling countless fish, throwing caution to the wind, not afraid of being crushed to pieces, colliding with the giant black fog palm.

Surprisingly, they resisted the fierce descent of the black fog palm’s offensive.

Melancholy Mist Rain Sword, created by Lin Mo at the ultimate point of sadness, even among boundary-level martial arts, it belongs to advanced martial arts. If Lin Mo uses his Lifebound Flying Sword, and his true self to wield it, its power would be even more breathtaking.

But the old woman was, after all, a world-level expert; regardless of her strength or cultivation level, Lin Mo’s existence couldn’t compare.

The gap between the two was too vast unless his true self was present.

Now Lin Mo was merely a clone, though the rain silk sword could resist the power of the black fog handprint’s offense, the black fog palm still, with an overwhelming force, crushed countless Sword Qi swimming around and slapped down on Lin Mo.

"Witch Granny, don’t kill him." Luo Lianxin shouted, she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks.

The old woman’s sinister face paused, but her martial arts had already been unleashed, unable to be stopped.

"Meng Die, don’t worry, this is just my clone, I won’t truly die." Suddenly, an echo sounded in Luo Lianxin’s mind.

"Clone?" Luo Lianxin was surprised.

A clone with such strength? How powerful would the true self be?

All said slowly, but in reality only a few seconds passed, finally, True Yuan within her was completely exhausted, the rain silk sword obliterated by the black fog palm, and then again slapped onto Lin Mo, Lin Mo’s body flew out, chest exploding into a transparent cavity, breath drooping to the extreme.

"Mr. Lin..."

"Mr. Lin..."

Rain King and Luo Yu’er were both taken aback.

"Someone from the Demon Clan?"

"Such bravery, daring to appear in Dark Demon Sea."

Suddenly, in heaven and earth, two majestic voices rang again, followed by an oppressive force enveloping the entire valley, everyone felt their breath stop, even their flowing blood momentarily paused.

The face of the old woman in mid-air slightly changed, but not fear, she had already guessed this outcome upon coming to Dark Demon Sea, here sit two Realm Kings from the Star Sky Alliance, once she erupts with world-level expert power, it would definitely alarm the two Realm Kings.

Everyone was shocked.

In front of their eyes, the Void twisted, two figures emerged, an elder with long black hair, an elder with long white hair.

The aura of both men was restrained, appearing as ordinary elders, but can ordinary elders teleport in the Void?

Seeing these two elders, everyone’s heart rose a feeling of awe and insignificance.

"Holy Daughter, run away quickly!" the old woman’s eyes turned red.