The fourth layer of stairs, the strong pressure pressed him to the ground and couldn't move, this time it was about the grudge with his brother, Yuan Shaofei broke through to get acquainted with a brother and the two of them were like-minded and experienced life and death together, and later found that his family was one of the families who killed him back then, and followed the clues to find the list of all the people involved in the matter, he used his brother to take revenge, concealed his identity and assassinated other families, no matter how many scars he received, he still stood upright, and constantly sucked the blood of the enemy to replenish himself. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, Mo Dye had already begun to feel broken, bleeding from the seven orifices, and the mental damage from the battle was reflected in the flesh of the whole body.

"Oh no, this kid won't be able to survive like this. I knew that I wasn't engaged in the ninth floor of the ladder, and there was no way to stop when I started, so I had to resign myself to fate. ”

Kamiku had been observing the ink-stained body, and the senses of the soul pulling the body were now in jeopardy, and only the end of the fourth layer could take him away.

The weak body was constantly trembling, and it had spurted out a mouthful of blood but still wanted to stand up stubbornly. But the truth is still cruel, no matter how hard he tried to exhaust the last bit of strength, he fell on the stairs and never got up again.

"Is it over?"

Kamiku closed his eyes, to be honest, he still had some good feelings for this simple child, and wanted to stop him from continuing when he finished the third layer, but Ink Dye stubbornly went up the stairs again.

Now it is a bit sad and sad that such consequences have occurred. He's not a bad person.,He just wants to hand over what he's learned in his life to the next person so that he can carry forward and inherit himself.,The young man who waited for him had a very good personality, simple and simple.,He has the heart to become a soul warrior.,But he doesn't have that ability.。

"Huh, what's going on?"

A powerful force emanated from Inkdye's body, and the heartbeat that had been stopped beat vigorously again, and the air vibrated with the beating of Inkzen's heart. The flames that followed permeated the ink and stained the whole body.

"Pure Yang Tianhuo! It turned out to be Pure Yang Tianhuo, what kind of person is this kid. ”

The extremely high flame temperature causes the nearby water to evaporate rapidly, and the plants are depleted and burned.

People are born with the blood and soul of the body, and the fusion of the three is a dead person, and the bloodline can affect the soul, the soul affects the body, and the body carries the bloodline.

The three are interlocking, the bloodline is the only criterion for human potential, the strength of the human soul is the strength of the bloodline, but the strong soul body product level is definitely not bad, because the bloodline can improve the system, at the beginning, it was said that the system of ink dyeing did not even have a product, and now the explosion of ink dyeing power can be said to reach the genius level of the system, which is the power brought by the bloodline.

Shenkong looked at the Heavenly Spirit Fish in his hand, and it seemed that it was not that the Heavenly Spirit Fish was broken, but that he had not been able to fully see the system of ink dyeing.

There is a special group of people among the Revenants, who are born with holy power, and the holy power is hidden in the bloodline and passed down from generation to generation.

Pure Yang Tianhuo was one of them, but he didn't expect him to be a descendant of that group of people. However, it is rumored that they have been gifted since childhood, and their cultivation speed is easy for ordinary people, but the situation of ink dyeing is completely different, and people who have lived for a long time have already guessed the probability, the bloodline seal!

Who did it?

None of this mattered, now Mo Dye stood up again, now that his flame was extinguished, he only felt a force injected into his whole body to support him to stand up.

Ink Dye continued to suffer the pain of his soul as if he was fine, but he found that his whole body was much easier than before, and he didn't know what was going on.

The fourth staircase was passed uneventfully.

The illusory scene vanishes and returns to the staircase again.

"Ink Dye, let me ask you where your family is now?"

"I only have a father now, and I should be back now!"

"What about your mother?"

"My mother doesn't know, what's wrong?"

Shenkong thought for a while, shook his head and said that it was okay, and looked at the current ink dye.

"Stretch out your hand and follow the feeling I give you. ”

"Oh!"

Kamakura held Inkzome's hand, and Inkran seemed to sense something, and the blazing heat in his body was introduced into his hand, and a ball of fire appeared in the palm of his hand.

Shenkong immediately let go of him, and the pure yang true fire had an extremely strong lethal power on the soul body, isolating him from a distance.

"What is this?"

"Your original system, this fire is called Pure Yang True Fire, and it is the power that is sparked from your bloodline. ”

"Triggered in my blood?"

"If you're not mistaken, it should have been left to you by your unmasked mother. ”

"This is what my mother left me?"

Speaking of his mother's ink dyeing and remembering his father's sigh, what happened back then?

"There is a special vein among the Revenants, they pass on their abilities with blood, your mother should be one of them, and your thin body should also be related to your mother, who may have set a bloodline seal on you when you were a child. The bloodline is linked to the soul, and when the bloodline awakens, your soul also grows, which is why you just survived the NDE. ”

Mo Dye was a little excited for a while: "Then you know where my mother is, right?"

Shenkong shook his head: "This vein is never born, once it is born, it will mean the **** of the world This is a rumor, I can't be wrong if I saw it once before I was born." ”

Mo Ran pouted: "I thought that the strong man who had lived for so long knew everything!"

I don't like to hear this sentence: "The world is so big that there are no wonders, and it's normal to have some things you don't know, don't bother to continue to break through, and let me leave early if the inheritance ends early." ”

Mo Ran was puzzled: "Do you really want to leave the world?"

Shenkong had no expression, Mo Ran recalled everything in the environment, maybe he was tired and didn't want to continue, he understood that the next step would be the hardships of his life, and he not only inherited his martial arts, but also inherited his pain, and the feeling of being there was really sad.

Shenkong only left one sentence: "There is nothing left in this world for me to be nostalgic for." ”

He disappeared again, and Mo Zye looked at the next staircase and looked at the vanishing divine space, maybe leaving was a good choice.

On the fifth layer, the power of the powerful bloodline continued to support him.

On the sixth layer, the bloodline caused flames to constantly resist.

On the seventh floor, the feeling of imminent death made Ink Dye feel like he had taken a trip from the underworld.

On the eighth layer, grievances and hatred made Mo Ran's heart struggle very much, as if he was about to split.

Finally came to the ninth floor, where there was only endless loneliness.

On the ninth floor of the ladder, a miserable life, in order to preserve the strength that he wants to live and want to live. The martial arts remained in his mind, and he was kept in his mind along with those memories, and now he didn't know that he was still himself, or that he was that Yuan Shaofei.

It was getting late, and the red sunset shone on the ink stain of the ninth staircase, and the light flashed and the staircase automatically shattered layer by layer, leaving only the wreckage.

Shenkong is also Yuan Shaofei, he knows that those who inherit his memories will collapse directly if they are not in good spirits, but now the ink dye is no longer weak.

The unexpected breaking of the bloodline seal, coupled with everything he has experienced in the inheritance, makes him more mature now.

Kamiku smiled, feeling pretty good now.

"How's that, is it acceptable?"

Mo Ran turned his head to look at him and smiled, "Of course, thank you." ”

"That's all?"

"Master!"

"Remember, you are not Yuan Shaofei, I am, you will break the road under your feet, I can't help you, this fish will be given to you as a souvenir!"

When the ninth layer of the ladder shattered, the divine space turned into a point of light and disappeared into the sky little by little.

Mo Ran cried, for himself, and even more for his master.