More than half a year had passed since he released that batch of processed monks, and in those six months, Mo Xie could feel one blood after another being filled.

But because the matter of getting rid of the darkness is inseparable from the body, it was delayed until he had no more promotion.

"Let's get started. ”

Mo Xie whispered, and then the soul suddenly emitted a series of vibrations, and an invisible traction force passed through the Killing Realm, through the space outside, and finally appeared in the Afterlife Sect.

It turned into one invisible thread after another, and it was linked to the cultivators of the Afterlife Sect in various places.

"Close!"

Mo Xie snorted softly, and then his soul contracted suddenly, pulling the soul silk thread, and pulling out all the blood cells that were filled in the bodies of the group of monks.

Ahh

The screams suddenly came out of the mouths of the group of monks, attracting all the nearby fellow disciples, and just as they wanted to see what was going on, the monk's body suddenly expanded rapidly as if he was blowing, and finally his body exploded.

This incident quickly attracted the attention of the Afterlife Sect, thinking that the four sects had infiltrated and launched a surprise attack, but when a group of deacons and elders appeared, there was no trace of any monks except for a pool of blood and scattered minced meat everywhere.

"Check! Check it for me! Even if you dig three feet into the ground of the sect, you have to find out what the hell is going on with me!"

The matter soon reached Kuruo's ears, which made Kuruo extremely angry, and directly ordered the secret hall and the shadow hall to be dispatched, gathered the manpower of the two halls, and began a carpet search in the entire Afterlife Sect.

And Mo Xie didn't know these things at all, because he was already immersed in cultivation.

One by one, the blood balls kept entering the killing realm and finally disappeared into the body of the ink evil, and the majestic spiritual power contained in it exploded instantly, but in the moment of rage, it was suppressed by the powerful killing power, and was obediently refined by the ink evil.

The Origin Blood with flames and thunder bloomed with a dazzling brilliance, like two bottomless black holes, devouring endless spiritual power.

Immediately after that, the breath also increased by leaps and bounds in the process, almost tripling its original size in just a few breaths.

At the same time, a large number of chaotic memories also filled the mind of the ink evil in an instant, and its scale was so huge that it almost made the ink evil unconscious.

Mo Xie bit the tip of his tongue and forcibly sobered himself up, and then began to process the messy information non-stop.

Because of the help of Zhihai, this information was quickly organized into two parts, the first part was about the knife, and the second part was useless, which was quickly disposed of by the ink evil, and only the first part that was useful to him was kept.

In a trance, the ink evil entered a strange state.

He seemed to have become a person who had nothing to do with him, Mo Xie didn't know what this person's name was, he only knew that this person was lonely.

There are no friends, no relatives, and there is only a knife that can accompany him, and this knife is very ordinary and has no brilliance, it is just a kind of ordinary knife that is mass-produced in the world.

But despite this, this knife has accompanied him in battles for many years, from the world, all the way to the immortal cultivation world, but gradually, he suddenly found that this knife could not keep up with his combat intensity, and after each battle, cracks would appear in the blade.

In the end, in a certain battle, the knife finally shattered, although this person won the battle, but what he lost was not what the victory could be filled, what he lost was his partner, what he lost was his family, what he lost was warmth.

Although after this, he changed another magic weapon, ten times stronger than the previous knife, and a hundred times stronger, but the feeling of being a relative couldn't come back.

As a result, in a battle, he died, and when he was dying, he suddenly saw the mortal sword, quietly waiting by his side.

"Hey...."

The memory paused at this point, and then the ink demon came to his senses, but the bond between the man and the knife made him unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

In fact, he also feels this way, because he himself has no relatives, no partner, and no one can be by his side except for the killing knife.

So sometimes, Mo Xie really would rather get hurt himself than kill and have a loss.

At the same time, Mu Zili, who was sitting on the side and continued to be in a daze, suddenly shook his body, and he could feel a wave of attachment and reluctance gushing out of his heart, and then one after another pictures passed through his mind.

It was the bits and pieces of his experience before he became a machine spirit, the killing knife and the ink evil.

These Mu Zili had already seen it after the fusion killing, but for some reason, when he looked at it today, he suddenly felt that his eyes were sour, and he always felt that these pictures were like saying goodbye at this moment.

"It's really reluctant. ”

Mu Zili's gaze gradually darkened, after saying something that even he didn't know what it meant.

His own qi was linked to the killing knife and the ink evil, forming a huge cycle, as if it were one, and an earth-shattering sword burst out from his body.

"What's going on?

Mo Xiaoru instantly sensed that something was wrong outside in the room, and then hurriedly ran to appear, but in an instant, she saw Mu Zili standing in front of the door with his back to him, with a hideous long knife floating beside him, and a sharp aura came out of his body.

"Have you awakened your supernatural powers?" Mo Xiaoru looked surprised, and just wanted to cheer, but then she covered her mouth, for fear that her screams would disturb Mu Zili's breakthrough.

The bond between Mo Xiaoru and Mu Zili is actually very deep, although Mo Xiaoru often tortures Mu Zili, but Mu Zili really didn't do anything unfavorable to Mo Xiaoru except for complaining.

Otherwise, he would have left the killing realm a long time ago, and what would he do if he was still wronged.

Buzz! Buzz!

The sound of the sword roared with the sword light that pierced the sky and the earth kept bursting out from Mu Zili's body, but there was no other progress for a long time, as if there was an invisible barrier that isolated everything.

Even if Mu Zili is crazy to come to the rescue, it is useless.

As for the Ink Evil's side, he was already immersed in new memories again.

Just like the last time, Mo Xie still turned into a face he didn't recognize, and he didn't know what this person's name was, he only knew that this person's personality was very similar to his.

They are all types of devouring and killing, and almost every place they go to must be accompanied by a bloody storm.

And he is also intoxicated with it, a person with a knife can kill for three days and three nights in a row.

"The sworder, the tyrant. ”

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