In fact, for the ink evil, whoever gets rid of the darkness first is the same, it all depends on one's own heart, and whoever pleases the eye will come first.

This may sound willful, but what can they do with themselves? Could it be that they can kill him with a knife?

"No, you can't. ”

When the three generations heard this, they immediately opened their mouths to refute, but in the next moment, the five generations beside him sneered.

"Why not? Why not? Can't you control Xiaoyou's wishes?"

After saying that, the fifth generation didn't look at the iron blue face of the third generation, and then walked to the side of the ink evil, and took out a sphere similar to amber from the storage ring in front of the third generation.

The amber is a dull yellow, like the eyes of a monster, and in the center of the amber is a cicada with six pairs of wings, the dark green shell is particularly eye-catching in the amber, and several pairs of feet are also clearly visible.

Mo Xie could feel the edge of these pairs of feet even from afar, and even his proud body began to tremble involuntarily in front of these pairs of feet, as if he felt the danger of the outside world.

"Six-winged poisonous cicada!"

Almost instantly, the memory of the six-winged cicada came to his mind, his expression gradually became frightened, and he took dozens of steps back, almost tripping over a stone.

And Elder Chen on the side also obviously knew about the six-winged poisonous cicada, his face was pale, and even his beard trembled.

The six-winged poisonous cicada, whose original name is the poisonous cicada, is a very rare poisonous insect in the world of cultivating immortals, and can only be seen in the four forbidden places or in the 100,000 mountains where people are rare.

However, the people who saw it basically didn't end well, and if their lives were better, they would only be tortured for a moment and turned into poisonous water.

But if you have a life and encounter a female cicada, not only will you not die, but your cultivation can also improve quickly, but you will be tortured by extraordinary people every day, and you will not die until your body is eaten by the little poisonous cicada, even the monk with the poisonous spirit root is no exception.

Therefore, there is such a saying in the world of cultivating immortals, I would rather commit suicide and die than poison cicadas into the body.

To some extent, the poison cicada is more poisonous than that of the monk of the poisonous spirit root.

But then again, the benefits of the poisonous cicada to the monk are also as much, it can be used in medicine to improve the quality of the elixir, and there is a very small chance that the ordinary elixir will directly reach the best level, and the effect is extremely unheavenly.

It can also be directly refined, so that the physical body can gain the ability to resist poison, and no longer be afraid of ordinary poisons.

At the same time, it can also make the physical body metamorphosis to a certain extent, but this probability is very small, and it can only refine the poisonous cicada once in a lifetime, which is a matter of luck.

If you have the courage to be bigger, your life is better, and you get a poisonous cicada's egg, then even if your own strength is not good, as long as you cultivate the poisonous cicada properly, it is enough to become a trump card.

The great power who possessed the Poison Ancestor Spirit Root back then carried a poisonous cicada with him, which was more than the wings in the hands of the fifth generation sect master, reaching a terrifying thirty-two pairs.

No matter what enemy is under the authority of these thirty-two-winged poisonous cicadas, they must obediently kneel, otherwise life is worse than death.

This also made all the monks in the world know the power of the poisonous cicada and began to follow suit, but there are very few poisonous cicadas that can grow.

By now, the poisonous cicada has also become a rare thing, such as the six-winged poisonous cicada in the hands of the fifth generation of sect masters, which is even rarer, because the poisonous cicada only gives birth to a pair of wings every five hundred years, and it can also take a large amount of poison to accelerate this process.

However, the color of the poison must be excellent, or the poison must be violent, otherwise the cicada will lose its potential for evolution.

In addition, the juvenile poisonous cicada is also very fragile, and if you are not careful, it can kill it, let alone form combat power, which is a very delicate thing.

"Don't be afraid, it's already asleep. ”

The Fifth Generations Sect Master laughed, and then raised a finger while attaching the aura, and gently scratched the surface of the amber, and a fingernail-sized thing flew out and landed in the hand of the ink evil without mistake.

"This is...."

Mo Xie subconsciously looked down, and found that an oval stone that looked like a pebble was lying quietly in his hand, and the ink evil was unknown, so he had to look at the five generations with puzzled eyes.

"The old man is different from the old guy who slammed the door for three generations, since you chose the old man, the old man naturally wants to have some benefits with you. ”

The fifth generation sect master pointed to the small stone in the hand of the ink evil and continued: "This is the egg of the poisonous cicada, the moment when the child and the ugly time alternate every day, you need to water it with your essence and blood, keep it for forty-nine days, this poisonous cicada will hatch out, and recognize you as the master." ”

"Elder Taishang Xie, Elder Taishang Xie. ”

When Mo Xie heard this, he looked overjoyed, and he quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the five generations a few times, calling for creation in his heart.

He didn't know how powerful the poisonous cicada was, but judging from the one in the hands of the five generations, it should be very strong, otherwise it wouldn't have given him such a great sense of danger when he was sleeping.

"Hmm. ”

With a look of appreciation on his face, the fifth generation immediately took out a jade bottle from the storage ring, threw it to Elder Chen, and continued.

"The old man can see that you have a deep relationship with the ink evil, and the old man is not a stingy person, this bottle of health pill will be given to you, which can nourish the body and prolong life, if you have a good foundation, you can even shoot like a dragon. ”

Saying that, the five generations made an expression to Elder Chen that you understand, and Elder Chen's face suddenly looked like he had been beaten with chicken blood, and he also knelt down like an ink evil.

When the two of them got up from the ground again, the three generations had already returned to their cave mansion with a black face, and it seemed that they should be angry.

But what does all this have to do with the ink evil?

Mo Xie carefully placed the eggs of the poisonous cicada in a jade box, and then began to inspect the darkness in the main body of the Five Generations Sect.

"It's a bit serious. ”

Compared with the original three generations, the darkness of the five generations is more serious, probably because of the recent mood fluctuations, the true spirit of the whole person has been eroded by two-thirds of the darkness, and it is not far from being completely eroded.

And the strength of the darkness is also much stronger than the darkness in the body of the three generations, which can reflect that the strength of the five generations should be a little stronger than the third generation, after all, the strength of the darkness changes with the strength of the monks.

The stronger the monk, the stronger the darkness.

"Are you sure?"

Only his own body is understood by himself, this is true, and the five generations didn't ask much about how serious it was, but just asked if the ink evil could be eliminated with confidence.

"Yes, but the process will be painful, and the younger generation needs to ......."

Mo Xie just wanted to explain why, but was immediately stopped by the five generations waving his hand, and he said lightly, although it is good to do what you think, it doesn't matter if it hurts or not.

Perhaps in the eyes of the five generations, there is only life and death, and the rest of the process is not important, which is basically the same mentality as a dying person who wants to live.

"That junior, start now. ”

"Good. ”

The two of them found a flat stone and sat on it, and then the ink evil began to unleash the darkness and daylight of his arms, as well as the extreme killing spiritual power, and began to devour the dark spiritual power in the body of the five generations.

After all, they all took other people's things, and they couldn't show that they didn't have anything at all, so in order to prove that they weren't the kind of people who took things and didn't work, so this time Mo Xie spared no effort to start working.

The other side.

obediently returned to the canyon where Kunan was, and he could see Kunan's appearance at the moment from a distance.

At this moment, Ku Nan is the same as before, both in appearance and complexion, the original old appearance has changed to a middle-aged appearance, and the white hair like a withered branch has also turned black, tied up by withered grass and put behind him at will.

He stood not far away, his hands behind his back, his slender figure dressed in a white robe, out of place with the barren and gloomy surroundings.

A pair of eagle-like pupils looked into the dim distance and didn't know what to think, although his face was very ordinary, belonging to the type that was too ordinary to be found in the crowd.

But the temperament of a body can be remembered at a glance, gentle and elegant, making people feel as warm as the afternoon sun, it is hard to imagine that the person with this temperament is actually an ancient giant who has mastered half of the black abyss.

Seeing this, he was shocked, because Kunan's demeanor was still full of breath, and he had completed the final retraction.

"Damn it!"

obediently scolded secretly, although he had been mentally prepared before coming, but at this moment, he still sighed in his heart.

However, despite thinking about it in his heart, his face did not change, and he still had the same cynical smile as before, and he couldn't see the true thoughts in his heart at all.

"See the host. ”

obediently walked forward, knelt on the ground, and respectfully said goodbye.

"Get up. ”

Kunnan's neutral voice sounded in the ears of Shun Li, and then Cheng Li stood up from the ground, and then he saw Ku Nan's deep eyes, and the eyes of the two suddenly met.

Suddenly.

Obediently left his whole body, and at the same time as he got goosebumps, a nameless fear also instantly surged into his heart.

"He knows that the ink demon is still alive?"

This feeling only appeared in his mind for a moment, but it was enough to make his hands and feet cold.

Because he thought of the order he gave to him after he reported the fall of the ink evil to Ku Nan, he wanted to monitor the movement of the ink evil by himself, and at that time, he simply understood that Ku Nan was unwilling and wanted to keep the last trace of hope in his heart.

But now it seems that this is obviously Ku Nan playing a trick on himself, he knows that Mo Xie is not dead, he knows that he has a backbone, he must know that he will not obediently act according to his orders, he knows that he will definitely use this gap to prepare against his hole cards.

All this points to the fact that Ku Nan wants to use his obedient departure to collect information from the outside, so as to help control the overall situation after taking away the ink evil.

"You're distraught. ”

Just when he was thinking nonsense, Kunnan's indifferent voice came, waking him up from deep thought, and then he saw Kunan's figure bowing down.

"What's the mess?"

"I ....."

A pair of eyes that seem to be able to see through the heart occupy the entire line of sight, and at this moment, the obedient is a little panicked for some reason, losing his previous calmness and cynicism.

He had never felt like this, like a wandering spirit exposed to the sun, with nothing to hide, and all the secrets were presented to the public.

"Is it because of me?"

"No... It's ....."

He spit out these two words with all his might, his clothes were wet with cold sweat, his breathing was extremely messy, and the darkness in his body fluctuated violently.

"Why is that?"