The old man in white patted the ink evil and let his seven emotions and six desires return, this is only in the illusion realm to operate like this, if it is in the outside world, there is no way to return the three souls and seven spirits that have been cut off, only by finding the rare elixir in the world can there be a way to re-conceive.

"What a strong knife technique. ”

Mo Xie's heart trembled, such a miraculous sword technique, he had seen it for the first time, it could be said that it was compared to all the magical powers he had ever seen, and even the empty use of the dragon burning hand was far inferior, each move of these knives carried the unfathomable power of ghosts and gods, in the same realm, no, a monk who was one realm higher than himself could not bear it.

Moving mountains without any moves, cutting down the land with the killing machine of the earth, going against the sky that cannot be avoided, and killing the soul of the seven emotions and six desires and memories, it can be said that in the two aspects of attack and defense, the six sword destroyers have achieved the extreme.

"Dare to ask the seniors, what is this last knife?"

When Mo Xie saw the old man standing still, he was very puzzled in his heart.

"The last knife is a realm, this realm I have never reached in my life, and now I pin this hope on you, hoping that you can reach this realm on my behalf, and the old man can be regarded as a spring of knowledge. The old man said in a kind voice.

"Is there really anyone in the world who can reach this realm, even the predecessors can't set foot in such a cultivation. ”

In the opinion of the ink evil, the realm that the old man in white has reached must be extremely high, and it is at least a period of doom to create such a powerful sword technique, but even though the old man has reached such a realm, he has not been able to set foot on the commanding heights of the sword technique, but with the fact that the ink evil has not yet reached the foundation building period, how can it be reached.

It's not that the ink evil has no confidence, but the realm of the old man is too high, and the high ink evil doesn't dare to think about it.

"Hehe, the realm of sword art is not the realm of cultivation, you will realize it in the future, as for the realm of nothing and not cutting, this is the goal of all knife cultivation. The figure of the old man became more and more illusory, and it had reached the point of blurring, he gently raised his hand and touched the head of the ink evil lightly, as if he was a kind old grandfather, touching the head of his little grandson with pity.

"Isn't eternal life the goal of a monk, since you know that the road ahead is not easy to walk, why do you go down, it's because of this. The old man pointed to the heart of the ink evil and continued: "The realm of nothing is the same, you can realize it yourself, the time for old decay is up." ”

"Senior!" Mo Xie suddenly felt the weight on his head disappear, and quickly raised his head to look, only to see that the figure of the old man began to dissipate, and finally turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared into the illusion.

And the ink evil also broke away from the illusion at this time and returned to the front of the nameless tombstone.

"Although I don't know the name of my predecessors, I preach to the younger generations to solve their doubts, and the younger generations know that their cultivation is not enough, but they still want to call their seniors a master. ”

Mo Xie slowly knelt on the ground, there were few people in his life who were so good to him, the five elders of the Mo family used to be one, Zhou Die was one, and now this nameless old man is also one.

"The master is above, please accept the apprentice's worship. ”

Mo Xie kowtowed a few times, he didn't use the defensive power of his body, but slammed it on the ground, and there were already blood stains on his forehead, which showed how much strength he used.

Click!

A crisp sound came, and Mo Xie looked up, his face was a little ugly, only to see cracks appear on the nameless tombstone, and then turned into pieces of broken stone and fell to the ground, and the entire tombstone was shattered, as if it had completed its mission.

After looking at it for a long time, until the tombstone was completely shattered, he collected these tombstone fragments and put them into the storage ring.

He did this not because he was greedy for money, but because he wanted to go to the outside world to find a good place, bury the fragments of the tombstone, and use it as a tomb for clothes, and wait until the New Year's festival in the future, to bow down and pay tribute to his master, after all, he may not be able to return to this place in the future.

Call!

After doing this, Mo Xie found a vacant space at the edge of the tombstone, and after seeing that the purple light did not attack, he closed his eyes and stood with the knife, his mind kept recalling the movements and artistic conceptions of the knife technique demonstrated by the old man, and his body began to move involuntarily, and the killing knife in his hand was sometimes slow, sometimes full of murderous intent, and sometimes very dull.

Under the influence of the Scripture Pavilion, the ink evil entered the state of enlightenment.

Originally, the knife technique that he had first seen in shape began to climb at a terrifying speed at this moment, and his feet began to perform floating steps uncontrollably, and the six sword extinguishing and floating steps gradually ran in.

Three days later.

The ink evil in the enlightenment only felt that a suction appeared from his side, so he had to stop the enlightenment, and his figure suddenly disappeared in place.

"It's been three days?"

The ink evil standing outside the heart refining path was still a little uncomfortable with the feeling of being suddenly interrupted by someone, and his brain was still a little chaotic, he looked around at the scenery, and then suddenly he realized that he had come out of the scripture pavilion.

"It's a pity that I didn't find the teacher's true phoenix black knife. ”

Mo Xie suddenly remembered the true phoenix black knife in the hand of the old man in white, and his eyes showed a touch of disappointment, the real phoenix black knife, he was fiery and tight, although he didn't know what material it was made of, just talking about the true phoenix pattern of the knife handle, you can extract the value of the true phoenix black knife.

The pattern of the Ten Extremes Beast is not something that can be engraved at random, and in the process of engraving, it must withstand the pressure of the Ten Extremes Beast, except for the powerful who can barely resist one or two, and the other monks are afraid that they will immediately turn into blood mist when they are just contaminated.

"Hey, let's see if we can look for it when we enter this place in the future. ”

Mo Xie sighed heavily, and then began to continue to search for the ten surviving monks, there were still two days before leaving the Myriad Spirits Secret Realm, and he had to bury these hidden dangers in the Myriad Souls Secret Realm.

"No, no, no! Don't kill me, don't kill me. ”

"I have no grievances with you, why should I kill them all. ”

"I'm the son of the sect master of the Jingwu Sect, if you dare to kill me, my father will kill your entire family. ”

Not far from the heart refining road, Mo Xie suddenly found three lost lambs, when Mo Xie found them, these three people cowered in the tree hole, trembling, for fear that someone would find them, in the past few days, a large amount of information from other monks kept coming into their ears.

The blood slaughter on the top of the altar began to kill people everywhere with strong cultivation and strength, so that these monks had to hug up and pass news to each other, but unfortunately, all the monks who saw the ink evil were basically dead, so the news only stayed when the ink evil had just been obscure and the butcher's knife.

"With this kind of intelligence, with this guts, you still dare to cultivate immortals. ”

Mo Xie looked at the surface of the stubble, the heart of the scared to death of these people shook their heads disappointed, the definition of Tianjiao in their hearts suddenly fell to the bottom, to be honest, in addition to relying on their own noble identity and the power behind them, this group of Tianjiao is not as good as a loose cultivator in Huofeng City with backbone, at least when the scattered cultivator is dying, he will bite someone.

Ahh

Three screams rang out under the butcher's knife of the Ink Evil, echoing in the silent woods, alarming the birds perched on the trees.