"Answer me!" Qin Mo roared angrily.

"Not bad. Hongmeng Daoren's voice came, and his tone was still the same as before, but these two words, like a sharp sword, pierced Qin Mo's heart deeply, and kept bleeding, as if broken.

Qin Mo suddenly collapsed to the ground, he knew that Hongmeng Dao people would not deceive him, for this old Dao, Qin Mo was just a speck of dust among all beings, insignificant.

If he were a different master, he might think that this was just a test, but in fact it was a real test, a test that would not care about his death, would not care about his fate, or even who he was.

When Qin Mo said that he wanted the strongest Dao of Hongmeng Dao, he had already entered this game, and everything was chosen by himself. No one can blame it.

Qin Mo gradually calmed down, he suddenly didn't hate Hongmeng Daoist, if he wanted to hate, he hated himself for being too greedy, but who in the world was not greedy?

After hundreds of years of cultivation, he had already passed the age when he had made a mistake and found a lot of reasons for himself to prevaricate, and he was calm and terrifying.

Sewing that broken heart back together, he can't be vulnerable, he can't despair, he has too much to do, even though the old Tao in front of him doesn't care about him.

"Do you think I'm going to give up?" Qin Mo suddenly raised his head, his eyes were firm, he didn't have any anger, he didn't have any emotions, "No, I've worked hard to get to where I am today, not to change this world, I just don't want this world to change me, so don't think about it!"

After he finished speaking, he said loudly, "Send me in." ”

With a flash of light, Qin Mo appeared in this space again, and the sword light appeared again, but it was not the previous position, but Qin Mo's dodge was not according to his original prediction.

This knife naturally missed, and the "Qin Mo" on the opposite side did not send out a second knife, but looked at him strangely, slightly surprised: "Under such a blow, you can still be so firm, worthy of another me." ”

"You're wrong, I'm who I am, you're not me at all. Qin Mo said expressionlessly.

"Hehe, okay, then I'm going to kill you and make me you. "Qin Mo" slashed with a knife, but this time he didn't give Qin Mo a chance to predict.

When the knife fell, it was like a big hand slapping down, covering the sky and the sun, and the speed of the knife was even faster than the naked eye, and the divine thoughts were difficult to react, and the heaviness of the knife was like a mountain pressing down.

Something incredible happened, the moment the knife fell, Qin Mo disappeared without a trace, and the terrifying power swept the entire space.

When Qin Mo reappeared, he was swept up by the force of this aftermath, slammed on the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face was extremely pale.

But he dodged this knife, and the "Qin Mo" on the opposite side looked at him in surprise: "How could you dodge?"

"Because you're not me, even though you know what I'm thinking, what I'm worried about, and everything I've been doing, you're still not me. Qin Mo said calmly, "You're right, I never play cards according to common sense, so let's compare our luck." ”

How should two people who do not play cards according to common sense calculate? Naturally, they do not calculate, but rely on luck to compete.

Qin Mo sneered and understood: "I have your luck, even if you can dodge my first knife, can you dodge the second, third, and fourth swords? Take 10,000 steps back and say, can you dodge my 10,000 swords, the 10,000th and first slash? Besides, this is your last chance." ”

"Yes, I got my true biography, but unfortunately, you think this will make me lose my mind?" Qin Mo knew very well what he would do.

This passage is nothing more than a potential pressure on him, which he has often done before, and his enemies often do unexpected things because of pressure, and this unexpectedness is often expected by him.

"Hehe!" The "Qin Mo" on the opposite side did not lose his balance because he was seen through, and slashed at him with a knife, just like his character, he was not hypocritical, and he saw the truth under his hands.

When a knife fell, Qin Mo seemed to be walking a tightrope, but under the tightrope, there was a cliff, and if he was not careful, he would fall to the bottom of the valley and break his bones.

But he was so lucky that he didn't fall, and the core of each knife failed to hit his body, so that the aftermath had a huge impact on him.

"You are indeed very lucky, but I am not ready to play with you anymore, kill you, everything you have is mine, from now on you are not you, I am you. As soon as the words fell, ripples appeared on the blade of the "Qin Mo" Supreme Dragon, which was the strongest power ripple, and it had even begun to transform.

When this knife fell, Qin Mo felt the power rule of transformation, blocking the entire void, no longer ripples, as if it were a wall, and Qin Mo was sealed in this strong side, unable to breathe, unable to move, like a sculpture, at the mercy of others.

"The ripples are solidified, and they are the wall of power, I didn't even expect it. Qin Mo couldn't move, watching the knife fall, he was not afraid.

Death is just around the corner, he is like a hand, constantly pushing you behind, and in front of you, there is a cliff, and you will never escape this fate.

Qin Mo suddenly laughed, looking at the identical self in front of him sarcastically, he knew that this time he was dead, but was death really the end?

When the "Qin Mo" on the opposite side was stared at, he was a little surprised, but his knife still did not hesitate to chop down and fell on Qin Mo.

The terrifying wall of power directly shattered Qin Mo's body, shattering his nasty smile, and even the blood did not spill out, and under the crushing of the power, it turned into powder.

"Now, I'm you. Qin Mo had a smug smile on his face, a little excited.

"No, you're not me. A voice suddenly came, and in the space, Qin Mo's body condensed again, and his eyes looked at "Qin Mo" with a slight sneer, "Fake, fake, can never be me." ”

"This ...... How is it possible, how can you not die, you don't have an immortal body, you have been shattered!" Qin Mo took a step back, everything in front of him exceeded his imagination.

"Are you talking about death?" Qin Mo laughed, "It's a pity, my vitality in this space is death, when I am not even afraid of death, what do you think I will be afraid of?"

"Qin Mo" took two steps back again, his face became hideous, he slashed down with a knife, slashing at Qin Mo's body, this time Qin Mo also did not dodge.

Under the wall of power, it was useless for him to dodge, and the previous scene reappeared, and he turned into powder again, only to quickly condense again.

"Impossible, how can you cross death!" Qin Mo looked at him in fear, looking at this true self, he no longer had the confidence.

"Death is nothing but that, the world is pitch black, and there is no light. Qin Mo said calmly, "But because of the incomparable love for life, so the incomparable respect for death, this is called the unity of heaven and man, when the fresh life suddenly disappears, suddenly becomes a pile of loess and a handful of ash, most of us are psychologically unbearable, but this is a road that must be passed, life and death are between a smile, understand it, you will understand everything." ”

"No, it's not like that, death is the end of everything, do you understand the pain that ends without a beginning?" It's like a claw that grabs your throat and suffocates you in fear!" Qin Mo said hideously.

"Except for a few so-called immortal guys, who in this world hasn't ended at the beginning? It's just that life does not lie in the final death, but in the process, when you enjoy the process, why are you afraid of death?" Qin Mo smiled.

"I don't listen, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to be you!" Qin Mo's face was fierce, and he slashed down at Qin Mo with a swing of his knife, which was still a wall of power.

Looking at his expression, Qin Mo suddenly felt that he was a little pitiful, although he knew that he was not himself, but he was very much like himself at a certain time.

But he didn't laugh at it, because even he was at that time and he didn't deserve to be ridiculed, because that's himself.

Watching the knife fall, Qin Mo raised his hand and said, "Come back." ”

The wall of power suddenly collapsed, the Supreme Dragon Blade did not obey the call, and fell into Qin Mo's hands, he looked at himself opposite, and sighed, "Come back." ”

As soon as the words fell, whether it was the Wings of Wind and Thunder, or the Deep Sea Spirit Ring, or the golden silk armor on his body, they all returned to him.

Qin Mo didn't use the business, and he couldn't use it, if he insisted on using the business to break the situation, or lost himself in complaining, it would really be a dead end.

But Hongmeng Daoist did leave a glimmer of life, and this glimmer of life needed to be understood by Qin Mo, and Qin Mo realized it when he died for the second time.

But in fact, he has always understood this truth, as if people, after their minds are manipulated by anger, they know that they are wrong, but they still want to do this wrong thing.

"Qin Mo" stepped back a few feet, looking at the real self opposite him in fear, his eyes were full of despair: "Why, why is this happening?"

"Because you're just in the past. Qin Mo stepped forward, he couldn't bear to see him like this, and swallowed him with one mouth.

At that moment, the illusion in front of him disappeared without a trace, followed by the familiar voice of the Hongmeng Daoist: "You have taken less time than your senior brother. ”

"You old way, you are as annoying as my dead ghost brother!" Qin Mo thought of the words he heard when he was provoked just now, and the master also liked to use this method.

"Unfortunately, the old man is different from him. Hongmeng Daoren said with a smile.

"It's time to fulfill your promise, right?" Qin Mo said.

"Are you willing to become my Hongmeng disciple?" asked Hongmeng Daoren.

"The disciple visits the teacher. Qin Mo bowed his head and was extremely pious.

"Okay, Hongmeng counts and passes it on to you, it depends on how much you can comprehend. The voice of the Hongmeng Daoist appeared, but it quickly disappeared.

Hearing the word arithmetic, Qin Mo's face turned extremely dark, he wouldn't teach me that one plus one equals two, right? But he soon discovered that he had a deep misunderstanding of this arithmetic.

A huge divine thought rushed into his sea of consciousness, countless inscriptions flickered, just seeing these inscriptions, Qin Mo felt that everything in front of him was different.