Chapter 219: Forcing the Old Monk to Commit Suicide, Meng Fan's Soul

Meng Fan had already dissipated the sword energy that filled the sky.

Now that Mr. Lin is here, there is no need for him to pretend to be fat.

It feels so good to have someone covering me.

But even Meng Fan was a little surprised when he heard Mr. Lin say the word "suicide".

There is nothing wrong with asking this old monk to apologize. With Mr. Lin's ability, he will definitely be able to force this old monk to apologize.

But... commit suicide?

For a conscious body like the old monk, this is complete suicide, complete annihilation and ashes.

A "snake and rat" who has lived quietly for so many years must be extremely afraid of death. How could he commit suicide?

"That's too much!" Sure enough, just as Meng Fan guessed, the old monk was furious.

How could a person like this, who was just trying to survive, be willing to die?

Mr. Lin was silent at the moment. He had already said a lot just now.

All that needs to be said has been said!

He raised his hand and formed a sword energy in the void in front of him.

From this sword energy, Meng Fan could faintly feel a familiar smell.

He recalled carefully, wondering where this familiar feeling came from.

After three breaths, his eyes lit up.

This familiar feeling comes from - the Demon Suppressing Sword!

This sword energy of Elder Lin is the demon-suppressing sword energy.

Meng Fan couldn't sense how strong this sword energy was, because he was far behind compared to Elder Lin.

But the sword energy related to the fairy sword is terrifyingly powerful without even thinking about it.

"Kill yourself. This Rao Jingang Temple is full. Otherwise, you will be the sinner who destroyed the Jingang Temple!" Mr. Lin looked at the old monk coldly, ruthlessly and full of murderous intent.

This was the first time that Meng Fan saw Elder Lin's cold attitude. If he and Elder Lin were not familiar with each other, he would not be able to help but believe that Elder Lin would really go to destroy the Vajra Temple.

Then, under Meng Fan's gaze, the old monk actually slapped him on the head.

Suicide!

Annihilation! !

this……

Meng Fan was a little surprised.

"Do you find it unbelievable?" Mr. Lin turned around and said to Meng Fan with a smile.

"Yes, Master, the disciple would have thought that he would fight to the death, but I didn't expect that he would actually commit suicide."

"That's because he has felt the strength of his master and knows that he has no way to survive and will definitely die. And he doesn't dare to gamble. Since he already knows that he will definitely die, it is better to fight for a way to survive for Vajra Temple!"

When a person is about to die, his heart is also kind.

Mr. Lin continued: "The reason why I want to force him to commit suicide is because I want to take a breath for you!

It is easy to kill him as a teacher, but it is not easy to make him commit suicide.

This kind of person would rather stay in such a dark corner for thousands of years and live an elusive existence, which proves that he is a person who is completely greedy for life and afraid of death.

Letting such a person commit suicide would be complete revenge! "

Meng Fan saluted Mr. Lin and said, "Thank you so much, Master!"

It feels really good to have such a protective master who is bound to retaliate.

"If my teacher guessed correctly, you should want to use this relic to cultivate your consciousness and condense your soul. Now that the hidden danger has been eliminated, you can use it without restraint."

After saying that, Mr. Lin was about to turn around and leave.

Before leaving, he turned back and said: "By the way, there is no need to return this relic to that boy Wu Tian. If he wants it from you, ask him to come to me!"

Although Wu Tian didn't mean it and Wu Tian was not to blame for what happened today, he still had to bear the blame.

Gotta be punished!

As a punishment, he gave the relic to Meng Fan.

Obviously, the status of the son of an old friend is still much lower than that of his direct disciple.

Seeing Mr. Lin disappear, Meng Fan smiled helplessly.

In fact, he had no intention of returning the relic to Wu Tian.

After the storm came to an end, Meng Fan's consciousness did not withdraw from the relic.

The old monk was annihilated and disappeared into thin air. Now there is only pure mana and energy left in the relics, which can be used however you want.

Meng Fan activated the "Xihuang Contemplation Method" and began to absorb the energy in the relic.

Wu Tiandu was able to cultivate his soul with the help of this relic, and Meng Fan was even more able to do so.

After all, his "Xihuang Contemplation Method" will only be stronger than Wu Tian's Contemplation Method!

Time flies like water, and seven days pass in the blink of an eye.

This day, early in the morning.

Meng Fan opened his eyes and put the relic in his hand into the storage ring.

"Congratulations, master, for cultivating a divine soul!" Hong Qi's shadow floated out from the Hong Qi sword and saluted Meng Fan.

Meng Fan stroked a strand of hair in front of Hongqi's forehead and said with a smile: "Hongqi, I have to thank you this time. If you hadn't reminded Master in time, I might have been in big trouble!"

Hongqi's face turned slightly red, she lowered her head and said, "This is what a slave should do."

When Meng Fan and Hong Qi met for the first time, Hong Qi called herself a concubine to Meng Fan, then she called herself a slave, and now she calls herself a slave.

This was a sign of growing inferiority, because Meng Fan was getting better and better day by day, and she felt that she was becoming more and more humble in front of Meng Fan.

Meng Fan said seriously: "Hongqi, don't call yourself a slave in the future. I don't like this title."

"Master, but..."

"No but, don't call me master in the future. You can call me Brother Meng, or you can call me Young Master Meng. In short, don't use derogatory names anymore."

Hongqi looked at Meng Fan's serious attitude and did not dare to resist.

But calling [Brother Meng] is too intimate. After all, she is just a sword spirit, not the master's sister.

As for the title [Mr. Meng], it is too distant.

After hesitating for a while, she decided to call Meng Fan "Mr.".

"Mr., I know." Hong Qi shouted hesitantly.

"I told you not to call yourself a slave anymore." Meng Fan rubbed his eyebrows, feeling that this girl was really a little silly.

She changed her name for him, but didn't know how to change her name for herself.

Hong Qi was embarrassed. If she didn't call herself a slave, she would feel a little embarrassed to call herself a concubine or a slave.

It always felt a little ungentlemanly!

Seeing this, Meng Fan could only teach her one by one: "From now on, you call me a young master, and if you call yourself, just use [I]."

Seeing Hong Qi embarrassed, he said helplessly: "Why are you standing there? Say it again as I said."

"Mr., I know." Hong Qi said it again as Meng Fan asked.

It was a very normal statement, but after Hong Qi finished speaking, she felt a very complicated feeling in her heart.

At this moment, she felt as if she had forgotten her identity as a sword spirit.

She had a momentary illusion that she seemed to be still a human!

Hong Qi, with a complicated mood, quickly returned to the Hong Qi sword and slowly sorted out her thoughts.

Meng Fan walked out of the room in high spirits. He had just cultivated his soul and his condition could be said to be perfect.

Counting the days, he had been in seclusion for seven days.

By the way, let's go see how Wu Tian is doing.