Mo Xiao woke up from the haze and glanced around, on a lonely mountain peak, a man was looking faintly ahead, and a crimson sword was floating beside him. It makes the man extra mysterious.

"Are you awake?" When Mo Xiao looked at the man, the man suddenly spoke, and then turned around. With a handsome face and charming eyes, even Mo Xiao was a little intoxicated. If it is placed in the outside world, the man is definitely the dream lover that countless women dream of.

"Who are you?" Coming back to his senses, Mo Xiao realized that he had broken out of the third layer.

The man didn't answer, but shook his head slightly, "Who am I?" ”

"You've been here for a long time?"

The man looked at Mo Xiao coldly and said indifferently, "Thirty thousand years." ”

"Thirty thousand years!" Hearing this, Mo Xiao was stunned for a moment, he never thought that the man in front of him who was about the same age as himself was actually a monster who had lived for 30,000 years. "Are you trapped?" Mo Xiao recalled carefully, there was no man in his previous memory, so it was very likely that the man was trapped not long ago.

"I'm sleepy, I want to get out, and no one can stop me. It's just that the outside world is too lonely. The man said disdainfully, but Mo Xiao was shocked, if the man was really as strong as he said, the man's strength would probably have stepped into the emperor realm.

"Isn't it lonely here?" Mo Xiao became more and more curious about the man in front of him.

The man shook his head and reached out to touch the sword floating beside him. And the sword seemed to have spirituality, and when he saw the man's caressing, he actually circled around the man.

"Spirit soldier!" With such a spiritual weapon, Mo Xiao blurted out without even thinking about it.

"His name is Dyeli. The man said kindly, as if he was not referring to a weapon, but to a person.

"Are you a sword demon, Dye Li?" Mo Xiao is no stranger to the name Dye Li. A person who loves swords and demons is also a person who uses swords to demons. "As far as I know, Dyeli is not a knife. ”

Saying this, the man turned his head abruptly and stared at Mo Xiao with murderous intent, "He is the sword!"

Being pressed by this killing intent, Mo Xiao also broke out in a cold sweat, and it was only now that he understood how terrifying the person in front of him was, even the original Huangfu Haotian, Gu Xiao could not exude such a terrifying killing intent.

"How many people have you killed?" Mo Xiao was also terrified of the man's killing intent, because the man's killing intent was definitely not something that could be cultivated, this kind of killing intent was pure killing intent, and it could only be achieved by real slaughter.

The man withdrew his killing intent and replied coldly, "I only killed one less person than him." As he spoke, the man smiled slightly, falling into an infinite reverie.

"Who is he?"

After a long time, the man came back to his senses, his eyes froze, and he smiled coldly, "Jun Tianxie." ”

Hearing this name, Mo Xiao was stunned again, Jun Tianxie was his ethereal senior brother. "Jun Tianxiao. Mo Xiao frowned and said, thinking about something.

"Zhuxian Sword!" Just now, the man carefully observed the long sword behind Mo Xiao before he recognized the Zhuxian Sword. "Are you from the Demon Clan?" Recognizing the sword behind Mo Xiao, the man's killing intent was overwhelmingly pressed towards Mo Xiao.

"Poof!" How could Mo Xiao now hold up the man's terrifying killing intent, just in the blink of an eye, it was a touch of blood, and he flew upside down towards a valley.

"Say, who are you?" Seeing this, the man only released the slightest killing intent, for fear that the killing intent alone would crush Mo Xiao in front of him to death.

Mo Xiao got up from the big pit smashed out of the valley, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the long sword in his hand was ready to go, "Isn't it fun to use killing intent to suppress people?" was suppressed by the man again and again, and Mo Xiao also felt angry in his heart.

The killing intent on Mo Xiao's body dispersed, and the man was immediately stunned, "How is it possible?" The man thought that the killing intent was heavier than himself, and he couldn't imagine that the killing intent that erupted from the young man in front of him who was less than twenty years old was more than a step higher than Jun Tianxie, and even, the two could not be compared at all, the killing intent on Mo Xiao's body not only had pure killing intent, but also had the pride of contempt for everything. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm your uncle!" Being despised by the man again and again, Mo Xiao really couldn't help it, even if his strength was only an egg hitting a stone compared to it, but Mo Xiao drew his sword and rushed forward without hesitation.

The man didn't move, but as soon as he raised his hand, Mo Xiao flew out upside down again, "No spiritual thoughts?" The man looked at the Zhuxian Sword again, and suddenly realized that the spiritual thoughts of the sword were gone.

"Poof!" Mo Xiao hugged the valley again, his heart was extremely aggrieved, in the eyes of the other party, he was afraid that he was an ant at this time, and he could be wiped out with a random kick. "Damn! There's a kind of killing Lao Tzu!" Seeing that there was no need to fight at all, Mo Xiao opened his mouth and howled, with Mo Xiao's current thought, we can't lose the momentum!

"Don't howl! I won't kill you!"

"Grass! If you say you don't kill, you won't kill! There is a kind of you who come to hack Lao Tzu to death, Lao Tzu Zou frowned, and he won't be called Mo Xiao!" Seeing that the other party no longer had the intention of killing himself, Mo Xiao intensified and became infinitely arrogant.

The man ignored Mo Xiao and reached out to take out a pill from the ring, "This is the Xiaomeng Pill." ”

Hearing this, Mo Xiao decisively shut up. Laughing pill, a pill that can make the user giggle non-stop after taking it, and moreover, he will keep talking in his dreams during the giggle. The duration of the pill is as long as ten days. Although this elixir is not harmful to people, if he makes himself laugh at him for ten and a half days, Mo Xiao just thinks about it and breaks out in a cold sweat.

Seeing that Mo Xiao was obedient, the man also withdrew the pill, "My name is ink." ”

"Ink Dyeing?" Mo Xiao had always thought that Dyeing was the man's name, but now he knew that the man's full name was "Ink Dyeing." ”

"Now tell me who you are, right?"

"Mo Xiao, it's not that you don't know!" Mo Xiao said angrily.

The ink dye left a black line, and then took out several laughing pills.

"Big brother, I'm really Mo Xiao!I don't lie to you!" Mo Xiao is really obedient to the ink dyeing and left, he is not afraid of dying, but if he dies of laughter, alas. The first person in ancient and modern times!

"How could the Zhuxian Sword be in your hands? Your killing intent proves that you are absolutely extraordinary!Also, why did you jump directly from the third layer to the eighth layer?" A series of questions suddenly made Mo Xiao's mouth half open, not knowing how to answer.

Mo Xiao first moistened his throat, "Uh-huh!"

"Don't force me!" said Mo Ran away from the pill and moved a little closer to Mo Xiao, "I don't mind letting you laugh for ten and a half days first, I have time." ”

Hearing this, Mo Xiao also frowned, the guy he saw was worthy of being a sword demon, he was too ruthless. "First, the Zhuxian Sword was obtained by me from the Emperor's Tomb in the Doom Forest, second, my killing intent is innate, and third, you were already there when I woke up, I really don't know how I jumped up, and I am also confused about this!" After Mo Xiao finished speaking, it was Mo Ran's turn to leave a black line.

"You are a reincarnation, a descendant of the Demon Race. As for how Mo Xiao came up, Mo Ran Li didn't ask anymore, after all, compared to the first two questions, it didn't matter.

Mo Xiao nodded undeniably at what Mo Dye said. Regarding the fact that he has the memory of two lives, Mo Xiao dared to say that except for the Emperor of Hades, it is estimated that there will be no second person who knows. Therefore, even if you know your identity, you don't need to tell Mo Dye Li.

"You are the reincarnation of the Heavenly Demon Holy Emperor. ”

In a word, Mo Xiao was stunned, others only thought that he was a descendant of the demon race, but Mo Zhanli directly identified himself as the reincarnation of the Heavenly Demon Holy Emperor. "Why?"

"The Zhuxian Sword without spiritual thoughts is like a mortal soldier, but you can still make him a spiritual soldier. There is only one possibility, you are the master of the sword. Mo Ranli's tone was extremely firm, obviously he had already confirmed his thoughts in his heart, Mo Xiao was the reincarnation of the Heavenly Demon Holy Emperor