After the two fiddled in the Killing Realm for a while, the ink evil dispersed to the Killing Realm, intending to continue to start the challenge, he wanted to see where his limit was, and how big the gap was with the Obedient, after all, maybe in the near future, he would have to touch the Obedient head-on.

According to the original attitude towards him and some rumors about the obedient, Mo Xie dared to use the head of Xiang Shangshang to vouch for it, and he must have been coveting the power in his body, whether it was dark spiritual power, or something else, he would never let himself become stronger so quickly.

Therefore, Mo Xie believes that he will soon take action against himself, and this time will not be long.

"After a hundred layers, I will face opponents who have reached the peak in the late stage of foundation building, so I have to be careful. ”

Mo Xie felt the state of his body and cultivation, and a trace of nervousness involuntarily appeared in his heart, because he knew that with the top score he was currently holding, what he was about to face next might not be as simple as ten or eight late stage of foundation building or the peak of foundation building.

According to the rules of the previous life tower, it is likely that the moment he appeared on the one hundred and first floor, he would face the most difficult challenge in his life....

"Hoo ....."

Mo Xie took a deep breath, his face was solemn, and he slowly walked into the teleportation array leading to the next layer.

"Look, Senior Brother Mo has entered the next floor. ”

At this time, a disciple suddenly glanced at the projection, and what he saw was no longer as red as before, but returned to a normal state.

"I'll go.... He really dares to enter, he has already maintained a hundred layers of special scores, doesn't he know what kind of opponent he is going to face?"

"When you said this, I realized that Senior Brother Mo seems to have set a new record in the Tower of the Dead, right?"

"Uh... It seems like that's the case, I'll check...."

Many disciples of good deeds ran to the other end of the Death Pagoda, and there was a blank space on the wall of the tower, on which the names of many people were recorded, some contemporary, some of the previous generation, and some of the previous generation, in short, the number of people recorded on it was as long as the Death Sect lasted.

Of course, only the first 1,000 people are recorded.

"Oh my God..... Senior Brother Mo is so awesome now, he has already entered the top twenty disciples of the past dynasties... And it's not far from the top ten. ”

On this blank stone slab, the name of the ink evil surpassed most of the people, appearing in the thirteenth position, the number one hundred and one was written behind the name, and the gap between the twelve people in front and the ink evil was not too big.

As for the first place, there is a person named Nine Dragons, who has maintained a special score of one hundred and thirty-six floors all the way, and then he will start to clear the level with the above score.

"I remember that anyone who was in the top 10 seemed to be able to take one thing away from the Tower of the Dead. ”

At this time, one of the disciples suddenly thought of something, but he was not sure, so he asked the others.

"That's right, the top ten, the top five, the top three, the second, the first, you can all choose an item from the Tower of the Afterlife as a reward, and I've heard that the things in the Tower of the Afterlife are all incredibly valuable, and many things are comparable to the value of the ghost ironwood, or even much more. ”

"I'll go, in this way, didn't Senior Brother Mo get rich overnight?"

"That's not it, let's not talk about the value of the rewards in the Tower of the Afterlife, just talk about the things he has obtained in the Tower of the Afterlife, which one is not valuable?"

After hearing this, everyone nodded involuntarily, especially many female disciples who thought that they were okay in figure and appearance, and had already given birth to the idea of forming a Taoist couple with Mo Evil.

Wow......

Suddenly, there was a series of uproar in the square, and those disciples ran back to take a look, and they also showed shocked expressions.

I saw that the number of opponents facing the ink evil had exceeded a hundred, and there were many people on the small street, and the disciples who watched it were shocked, especially the momentum exuded by the combination of these people, they could feel it through the projection.

"Kill!"

Mo Xie let out a low snort, and at the same time as he took nine steps to release the killing intent to the maximum, a raging black flame burned all over his body, and a huge and miserable white eye appeared behind him, and at the same time, a blood-pupiled ghost representing the extreme realm also appeared above his head.

To the Evil Wheel Month!

Extreme!

The Flesh Realm!

Bursts of extreme realm appeared on his physical body, and he entered the physical realm in an instant, Mu Zili floated behind the ink evil, because he had just woken up, so that the divine power of the spirit weapon itself had not yet appeared, so he could only be anxious now, and he couldn't help much.

Full blast!

This is the first time that the ink evil has burst out all his combat power in front of everyone, and the disciples who watched it were dumbfounded one by one, they didn't imagine that the ink evil had actually come to this point with the cultivation in the early stage of foundation building, and he could take the initiative to attack with such a strong appearance.

Kill Step!

The newly born footwork, the ink evil appointed it as the killing step, which means the step of killing.

The ink evil stepped on the killing step, and the blood red in his eyes was similar to the bloody pupil ghost on the top of his head, and his body exuded amazing blood and energy.

Rumble!

Behind the Evil Wheel Moonlight, all the monks who looked at it all fell into a trance at this moment, and were slaughtered by the Ink Evil in an instant, even if they struggled to wake up, they would be forcibly suppressed again by the murderous aura carried by the Ink Evil itself.

"That's too violent. ”

The monk below had already seen it, his mouth was wide open, and he didn't know how to describe the ink evil that seemed to be possessed by the god of war at this moment. 120

"Is he still a human being? A monk in the early stage of foundation building, chasing a large group of people at the peak of foundation building, even if the people's consciousness is not so high, but the gap in strength can already make up for the gap..."

"Crazy.... You see he's smiling, and he's enjoying it... Is he crazy?"

The ink evil has an unconscious smile on his face, his mouth is huge, his tongue is hanging outside, and his blood-red eyes have an irresolvable killing intent, which makes people feel cold all over his body after looking at it, as if the ink evil at this moment has become a demon who can only kill.

"You wouldn't have been like this before, even when you were in trouble.... Did the death of the little butterfly make you like this? Or is it because of something else....."

Yun Ziyun came to the cliff that was far away from the Death Tower, but she could still clearly see the projection, looking at the expression of Mo Xie, her heart suddenly hurt for some reason, and there were tears in her beautiful eyes.

Because everyone would think that he was crazy now, or enjoying the killing, but Yun Ziyun could see sadness and crying in Mo Xie's expression.

Yun Ziyun's feelings for Mo Xie are very complicated, at first when she first saw Mo Xie, she simply thought that Mo Xie was just a little kid, although he was quite handsome, but at best he was just a relatively handsome little kid.

And a few years later, he and Zhou Die became a Taoist couple, Yun Ziyun felt as if she was the parent of the two of them, and hoped from the bottom of her heart that the two of them would live this life safely.

But when Zhou Die died, when she saw Mo Xie fall into her arms, she said "Sister Yun, you are here... She seemed to hear his heartbreak.

Even after this, Mo Xie has always been very open-minded, he will not care about himself when anything happens, and even comfort himself in turn.

But Yun Ziyun has always been sorry for Mo Xie and wants to compensate him, maybe even she didn't realize that her apology has become a very vague and complicated feeling.

"I'm sorry...."

Yun Ziyun muttered to herself, even though she had already said these three words countless times.

One hundred and three floors!

One hundred and five floors!

One hundred and seven floors!

Mo Xie had forgotten what he was doing, such a high-intensity battle had completely overdrawn his mental power, and now he was relying on one breath to support himself from falling, and the milky white healing light had so far been unable to make his body completely heal.

He could only heal half or less of his injuries, even if he still wanted to sleep and rest like before, but he suddenly found that the Afterlife Tower after a hundred floors had lost this privilege, and he directly let him enter the next layer without his consent.

He was not given any respite.

One hundred and eight floors!

One hundred and nine floors!

One hundred and ten floors!

When Mo Xie stood on the one hundred and tenth floor, the disciples who were watching the battle, including the elders, all stood up straight, and they just looked at the bloody man in the projection quietly, their expressions were full of respect and seriousness, and there was no previous discussion and joking voice.

You can say that the disciples of the Afterlife Sect are wild, and you can also say that each of them is a villain, but there is only one thing that the monks here cannot say, and that is that they respect the strong very much.

And Mo Xie is exactly that kind of person, he uses his own combat power, his own will, and his own persistence to make them respect, not sour.

The killing continues.

The figure of the ink evil shuttled through the cracks surrounded by many opponents, as if it was a nightmare.

Hand up and knife down!

Blood splattered!

Heads on the ground!

Whew, whew!

Mo Xie's chest was rising and falling violently, his eyes were dilated, and the hand holding the killing knife was trembling, but the footwork under his feet was unusually firm, just as firm as when he stepped into Mo Xie and Zhou Die, without any flinch or fear.

The screams rang out incessantly, and the sparks of the clashing of weapons and the sound of Jin Ge's iron roar were endless.

This went on for a full day.

When the last man fell to the ground, Mo Xie did not stop, he held the knife and waved it in the air, as if there was still an enemy in front of him.

"You've passed...."

Mu Zi Li floated in front of Mo Xie's body, raised a finger and lightly swiped the blade of the killing knife, and the originally light killing knife suddenly became as heavy as a hill, causing Mo Xie's body to pause at this moment.

"Take me out ....."

There was a moment of clarity in Mo Xie's eyes, and then he closed his eyes, and his head rushed down and finally fell.

So far!

Ink Evil managed to break through to the 110th floor, and still maintained the honor of consecutive special scores.

And while he also broke through this layer, he officially entered the eighth place in the previous rankings.