This aura is very similar to the Dao Bone, but it is opposite, why?"

The ink demon tried to stick a little bit with his fingers, and then found that as long as these Dao abandoned blood were contaminated, it was like being alive, and he kept drilling into it.

"It's not a way to go on like this, I can't break this pillar of light, sooner or later the power of the Dao bone will be consumed, if you want to defeat the opponent, you must first understand the opponent. ”

Mo Xie looked at the Dao Abandonment Blood and decided to take advantage of the time when the power of the Dao Bone had not been exhausted, let go of the restrictions, and let the Dao Abandonment Blood in, wanting to see what would happen, and by the way, learn about this kind of thing.

After making up his mind, the ink evil instantly lifted the restriction, and the silk abandonment blood entered his body along his fingers without the slightest hindrance.

In this process, the ink evil has always been vigilant, as long as there is a slight change in the Dao's abandoned blood, then what awaits it will be destruction.

"How could it rush towards the Dao Bone?"

Mo Xie watched as the Silk Dao Abandoned Blood quickly rushed in the direction of the Dao Bone, and then hit his head on top of the Dao Bone, making a slight noise.

And the Dao bone is still like that, and it has not changed because of the impact of the Dao's abandonment of blood.

Meanwhile.

Mo Xie felt an unusual feeling, a feeling that was fleeting in his mind, and he didn't have time to catch it, but he was sure that there must be some information in it.

Immediately after, Mo Xie stretched out his finger again and crushed it on the Dao Abandoned Blood, and then watched as the Dao Abandoned Blood hit the Dao bone again.

And this time, the feeling was much clearer, and then a strange memory appeared in his mind.

Very briefly.

All he saw was a child of about three or four years old tied to a pillar in a dark room, and in front of him stood a man of unknown appearance, who was holding a small knife that shimmered with cold light.

"Don't, don't!"

In the child's frightened eyes, little by little his chamber was sliced open, revealing the beating heart inside.

"Immortal abandonment is really a wonderful physique. The man whispered in a greedy tone.

Then the memory came to an abrupt end.

Immediately afterward, another memory came flooding back.

In a dark cell, a group of boys and girls were huddled together, very dirty, and the ground was full of a black-brown scab, and I don't know if it was blood or something else.

They looked in horror at the gorgeous young man outside the cell, as if they were animals waiting to be slaughtered.

"Young Master, all the immortal abandonments you want are here. A man dressed as an old slave said respectfully by the young man's side.

"So little?" the young man frowned as if dissatisfied, and looked at the old slave next to him with a somewhat cold look.

The old slave shuddered involuntarily, and then hurriedly explained: "Young master, this is the only remaining immortal abandonment in the sect, you also know that this period of time is not peaceful, and the immortal abandonment is killed, and there are not many hidden ones on the market." ”

The young man nodded dissatisfied, then opened the cage with brute force, looked at the face of every boy and girl with cold eyes, and then stopped on the face of a delicate-looking girl.

The woman took her down and washed it, and brought it to Ben Shao's room. The young man pointed at the girl, and then the old slave next to him answered, and forcibly dragged the girl down.

Immediately, Mo Xie watched the young man wave

Dancing with the butcher knife in his hand, he tortured these young boys and girls to death one by one, and the breath they emitted before they died was sucked into the body of the young man.

"Whew.... It's really good to abandon this kind of thing. ”

The young man stood among the corpses on the ground with a look of pleasure, looking like a demon.

Memory loss.

Mo Xie gradually eased his mind, but his clenched fists still did not let go, he could feel the horror of those people, the crying of those people, the despair of those people.

Mo Xie thinks that he is not a good person, he sometimes kills some people for the sake of cultivation, but he never kills mortals, except for those who do not open his eyes, almost all he has killed since the beginning of his cultivation is a monk.

But what did he just see?

A few years old children were dismembered alive, and boys and girls without any cultivation were killed by Wu, and the girl who was dragged away, Mo Xie could also imagine her fate.

"Immortal forsake? They have never been immortal forsaken, they have just been turned into immortal forsaken by you who are fellow human beings. ”

"The Tao is not evil, evil is not the Tao, the Tao can kill each other, but if it touches that bottom line, it is not the Tao that is cultivated, but evil. ”

"If the Tao is evil, then I would rather become an immortal and push this way, this day, and all this for them. ”

Mo Xie looked at the Dao Abandonment Blood in front of him, and the touch in his heart had reached the extreme, he knew the origin of these things, and he also knew the purpose of these things coming to him.

If the Dao bone is compared to the Heavenly Dao that maintains order, then the Dao's abandonment of blood is the determination to resist the existence of the Heavenly Dao, even if it is disliked by the world, and the Heavenly Dao will be pulled off the horse.

"My Dao bones carry my Dao, are you willing to be my Dao?"

Mo Xie slowly stretched out his hand and lightly touched the top of those Dao abandonment blood, and in an instant he felt a kind of resentment, a sense of grief and indignation and a sense of identity that was unfair to God.

"Come on, be a part of me, and let's overturn this dog's heavenly way together!"

The ink evil closed the Dao bones and liberated all the restrictions, and at the same time, those Dao abandonment blood suddenly engulfed his entire person in it, like a swallow returning to its nest, pouring into his body and pouring into his Dao bones.

Boom! Boom!

At this time, the Tribulation Thunder also condensed the next wave of Tribulation Thunder again, and began to tilt down, but the Ink Evil was not afraid, because those Dao Abandonment Blood resisted the front of the Ink Evil, and they were protecting this Ink Evil.

The luster of the Dao bones gradually changed, slowly turning from golden to light purple, and the color also deepened rapidly with the influx of massive Dao Abandoned Blood.

And the outside world.

The third and fifth generations were impatient to the extreme the moment they saw the ink evil being swallowed up by the abandoned blood of the Dao, but they could do nothing but watch the ink evil disappear into the purple abandoned blood of the Dao.

"Hey......."

The three generations of sect masters sighed heavily, and the whole person seemed to be dozens of years old.

And the five generations of sect masters on the side were also bloodless, he knew that the ink evil was over, and he couldn't be saved, and the remorse in his heart had reached the extreme.

If he was resolute, if he didn't let the ink evil break through, if he had used the death replacement jade card at the moment when the ink evil broke through, then everything would not have become this irreparable state.

"Let's go back. ”

The Five Generations Sect Master walked back to the underground cave in a lonely way, his hopes had been dashed, and perhaps it would not be long before he would die with the darkness.

This one

At that time, the fifth generation of sect masters suddenly wanted to laugh, he laughed that he was younger than the third generation of sect masters, but he died earlier than the third generation, he laughed at why he had the surname Ku, maybe if he didn't have the surname Ku, he wouldn't need to suffer for so many years.

He laughed at God's injustice, why did he give him despair after seeing hope.

"Wait, the catastrophe hasn't dissipated yet, don't make a hasty decision. ”

The three generations of sect masters did not move, he still looked at those Dao abandonment blood, with the best stubbornness in his eyes.

The Tenth Tribulation!

The thirteenth thunderstorm!

The fifteenth thunderstorm!

The eighteenth thunderstorm!

The second wave of thunderstorms quickly disappeared and was replaced by a third, fourth.

During this period, there was no pause, and the power of each Thunder Tribulation was as much as one percent stronger than the previous one, so that those Dao Abandonment Blood had to expend their strength to block the Tribulation Thunder.

And the ink evil sat in the abandoned blood of the Dao with his eyes closed, he felt the influx of the abandoned blood of the Dao, felt their joy, and laughed along with the ink evil.

His Dao bones had turned purple completely, but this was not the end, those Dao Abandoned Blood began to pour up towards the rest of his bones, and after the crisp sound of bones breaking, the strength of his bones also increased exponentially.

In this process, those Dao Abandoned Blood did not touch the rest of him, perhaps because they felt the will of the Ink Evil, and they were also very obedient to transform the bones according to the Ink Evil's wishes.

Family!

If you use one word to describe it, it is family, those Dao Abandoned Blood have already regarded the Mo Evil as a family member, and they are helping their family members to build new Dao bones, even if their strength is exhausted, even if this Dao bone does not belong to them.

They will also give their all to it.

"Thank you. ”

Since Zhou Die's death, he has felt that warmth in Elder Chen's and Yun Ziyun's, and now, he has also felt it from these Dao abandonment of blood.

The Nineteenth Tribulation!

The twenty-fifth thunderstorm!

The twenty-ninth thunderstorm!

As the power of the thunderstorm intensifies, those Dao abandonment blood is also constantly extinguished, the two are fundamentally opposites, although the two also belong to the same origin, but some things are so peculiar.

It's like a mother's child who will become an old and dead enemy for something.

The roar of the thunderstorm turned the whole land into a thunderstorm.

The third generation and the fifth generation glanced at each other, and they all saw the hope in each other's eyes, and the thunder had not yet dissipated, which showed that the ink evil was still alive.

The thirty-third thunderstorm!

The Thirty-Eighth Tribulation!

The forty-fifth thunderstorm!

After five waves of thunderstorms, the Dao Abandoned Blood in the pillar of light was finally consumed, and at the same time, Mo Xiequan's bones had completely become another form of Dao bones.

He called it the Abandoned Dao Bone!

Peng!

The ink demon stomped heavily on the ground, instantly stepping on a large number of cracks in the already uneven ground.

He exuded an almost black halo, and his whole body stood proudly under the clouds.

"Thank you, I will help you fulfill your heart's wishes. ”

Rumble!

The sixth wave of thunder tribulation also officially began at this time, and the miserable white thunder reflected the terrifying killing intent in the eyes of the ink evil.