"If I hadn't fully recovered, I would have been crushed to death with one finger on the three of them!" The dark consciousness in his consciousness slowly disappeared into the black moon in the killing world with an unwilling tone, and the consciousness of the ink evil regained his control of his body.

"The opportunity is in front of you, you don't know how to cherish it, so don't blame me. ”

Mo Xie held his hands on the ground and stood up tremblingly, his appearance at the moment was very scary, if he appeared in the graveyard, he would definitely be mistaken for a ghost.

"Great Elder, give him one last ride. ”

Mo Xing looked at the appearance of the ink evil, and he couldn't bear it, but at this time, any hesitation would put the entire family in danger, and he knew that as long as the ink evil escaped today, then in the future, the Mo family would definitely face a catastrophe.

The Great Elder nodded, he knew that Mo Xing couldn't bear to do it, and he killed his own child with his own hands, and he had to be the only one to be this sinner.

He raised his arm and stretched out a finger, a stream of spiritual power converging in his fingertips.

Sou!

The sound of breaking wind came, and a thin line of spiritual power shot out from the Great Elder's fingers.

"I'm sorry, Fluttershy. ”

Mo Xie's body shook and smiled bitterly, in the end, the result was still the same as the illusion, I hope that his death can be exchanged for Zhou Die's survival.

"Don't!"

Just as the thin thread of spiritual power was about to pass through the heart of the ink demon, he only felt a very familiar voice in his ears, and then his body was pushed away by a force.

"No!"

Mo Xie's eyes were about to split, he looked at Zhou Die, who was covered in injuries, a light blue flame ignited, a pair of eyes were unusually bright, she looked at Mo Xie and showed a bright smile, although she couldn't speak, but Mo Xie could feel it, she seemed to say:

"It's me who saved you this time, remember that you owe me another life. ”

She appeared in front of the ink evil, and a silk thread pierced her whole person, bringing out drops of blood like rubies, which were so dazzling and dazzling.

"No, no, no! ”

His eyes stared at Zhou Die who fell to the ground, his hands were clasped to the ground, crawling little by little, the nails on his hands were scraped off, and the skin and flesh on his stomach were worn out, he didn't know it, but his eyes were full of Zhou Die's figure, his brain was almost blank, and he even had the idea that this was an illusion, and kept telling himself that this was not real, this was not real.

But reality told him that everything in front of him was real.

Click!

A thunderbolt exploded out of thin air at some point, and the thunderclouds in the sky slowly gathered together, shuttling countless thunderbolts from inside, intertwined with each other.

Mo Xie trembled and stretched out a hand, and gently placed it on Zhou Die's body, cold, death, at this moment all the illusions in his heart dissipated, looking at Zhou Die's gradually pale face, his heart suddenly tightened, and an unimaginable sharp pain spread throughout his body, making Mo Xie's breathing difficult.

Pain!

Unthinkable pain!

Indescribable pain!

In the past, the death of his mother made Mo Xie experience this feeling once, but this time the pain made him unable to breathe, like a fish that has lost water, constantly opening its mouth to try to let the air in, but to no avail.

A scarlet tear slipped from the corner of his eye, he kept blinking, trying not to let the tears continue to flow, once he swore in front of his mother's corpse that he would never cry in this life, but the funny thing is that today he did not keep his promise, and still left tears.

The scene of meeting Zhou Die for the first time involuntarily came to mind.

"My name is Zhou Die, and I'm an amateur killer!"

"Wow! What a beautiful dagger, thank you. ”

"Hooligan, pervert, Y thief!"

"That's stupid! Why did you meet me in the first place? Maybe if you hadn't met me, you wouldn't have been involved. The corners of Mo Xie's mouth crossed with a touch of warmth, and his teary eyes gently caressed her gradually cold cheeks.

Click!

A blood-red thunderbolt fell from the sky, slamming into the body of the ink evil, countless arcs of electricity spread from his body to the ground, and the three of them hurriedly retreated dozens of meters, their hearts were full of horror, this was not an ordinary thunder, but a cloud robbery.

Anyone who breaks into the cloud will be automatically locked by the cloud and suffer the thunder together.

Although they were monks in the foundation building period, they still didn't dare to risk the heavenly calamity to intercept and kill the ink evil easily.

Mo Xie didn't care about the thunder tribulation, as if the thunder tribulation didn't exist, he got up, sat on the ground, put Zhou Die's head on his lap carefully, and carefully combed her hair, he knew that Zhou Die liked beauty the most, and liked to show him beautiful headdresses and jewelry.

In fact, he knew that Zhou Die just wanted to let himself accompany her more, trying to attract his attention in this way.

"You know, I regret it now, I shouldn't have left you for myself. ”

"Fluttershy, don't worry, I'll resurrect you, even if it's killing everyone in the world, even if it's being targeted by the whole world, even if it's doing all the bad things, even if it's entering the Yellow Springs, as long as you can survive, I'm willing to do it for you. ”

"Trust me, Fluttershy. ”

Click!

The blood-red thunder was like a torrential rain, and it fell on the ink demon's body frantically, but the strange thing was that he was not injured, but his physical body and spiritual power were recovering and healing at a terrifying speed.

The heart in the body was beating wildly at a terrifying speed, and the thirteen drops of Origin Blood in it showed a restless sense of restlessness, as if something terrifying was about to happen, and even the darkness of the past did not make the Origin Blood feel so uneasy.

The killing spirit power in his body began to boil, and the blood mist wandering in the killing world stopped its sound at this moment, and even the dark consciousness in the black moon was trembling, his teeth kept chattering, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes, and his expression was full of extreme horror.

But because he is a newborn consciousness, a large number of memories in his mind are blurred, and he can only gradually unlock them after taking away his physical body, so that he can't say this inexplicable fear, but there is a voice in his heart that tells him that the current ink evil is terrifying, and what happened after that is even more terrifying.

The boiling killing power climbed endlessly at a terrifying speed, and everything was approaching the unknown "pole".

There are realms in ancient times, called: Dao, Beginning, Heaven, and Extreme, they are ethereal, rootless, and have no clear direction of cultivation, and few monks have practiced since ancient times, including the ancient ancestral spiritual root monks, including countless peerless demons with amazing talents.

None of them had possessed it, but the strange thing was that this realm really existed in the hearts of every monk, as if it appeared out of thin air.

Judging from the remnants of history, the Dao realm in the four realms can allow monks to be in a state of enlightenment at all times, and they have a strong talent for practicing various spells and supernatural powers.

The beginning realm, can dissolve all things, return to the beginning, cultivate into supernatural powers, and even life can return to the initial state, extremely against the sky, in ancient times there have been countless powerful people who are about to live a long life, constantly exploring the existence of the beginning realm, but he is like transparent air, knowing his existence, but unable to grasp its substance in his hands.

The Heavenly Realm, with the power of thunder punishment, incarnates into the entire heaven and earth, influencing all the movements of the heavens and the earth with every gesture, and gaining insight into the fate of all people.

The extreme realm, the existence of the king in the current realm, allows the monk to have the ability to control the power of the whole body, and has a unique power of the extreme path, coincidentally, the color of the power of the extreme path is the same as the color of the killing spiritual power, which is blood red.

If the Dao realm can exert extraordinary power, the origin realm can make itself invincible in heaven and earth, and the heavenly realm can be incarnated into the heavenly realm, then the extreme realm is full of destruction, the power to destroy everything, and this power is recorded in the classics as the power of the end of everything.

It does not exist in heaven and earth, it exists in the body of every monk, and has been lurking, waiting for the monk to discover, but it has never been discovered by the monk since ancient times, until the ink evil here, I don't know if it is because of the killing spirit power or the mood of wanting to destroy everything, it really appeared.

"Fluttershy, wait for me, and you'll see the most beautiful fireworks later, okay?"

Mo Xie's eyes were full of endless tenderness, he gently stroked Zhou Die's cheek, the wounds on his body had already healed, and the empty killing spirit power in his body had returned to its peak state, no!

Although this realm is still in the Qi Refining Period, it is several times stronger than the Qi Refining Period, so to speak, the current Ink Evil can easily beat many of him before.

Scold!

He waved his hand slightly, and the killing knife that was slanted into the ground let out a burst of groans, and suddenly flipped the ground, slashed a bend in midair, and was held in the hand of the ink demon.

"Father, do you know that when my mother died in front of me, I really hated you, but now I suddenly find that I don't hate you anymore, do you know why?" A large amount of red thunder washed over the body of the ink demon, and his sword-wielding figure flickered and dimmed, as if he was a bloody devil from hell.