"It's almost there. Mo Xie bit the tip of his tongue, and suddenly the whole person sobered up, and secretly scolded himself for still being in the mood to eat or not at such a critical time, he was really tired and crooked, and immediately poured all his heart into it again, resisting the massive purple line.

His position kept moving towards the tombstone inside.

Peng!

At this time, Mo Xie suddenly seemed to have tripped over something under his feet, causing his whole person to fall to the ground uncontrollably, and when he looked back, he suddenly realized that he had unknowingly entered the place of the tombstone in the formation.

"Will you be safe here?" Mo Xie looked up at the purple lines fixed in the sky, the angles were all aimed at his position, and it seemed that as long as he came out, he would be attacked by these rays of madness.

Call!

With a big breath, he took out the last bottle of innate qi from the storage bag, raised his head and poured it into his mouth, and burped, the innate qi in the storage bag, before the ink evil used cold ice to freeze for a while, he was afraid that the weather in the secret realm of all souls would be too hot, and the innate qi would be broken at that time.

It's a pity that the weather here is very good, neither hot nor cold, so what I did before was all in vain, and now it seems that there is no other use for eggs except to make the innate qi more palatable.

"Elder, mid-stage of the Dao?"

Mo Xie glanced at the tombstone under his feet, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly, the tombstone that can be shrouded by the formation, only the elders of the Split Sky Sect have this qualification, that is to say, all the tombstones here are monks above the elder, without the attack of the purple line, Mo Xie also became not in a hurry, he walked over the tombstone one by one, and began to compare the realm of these ancient monks, leaving the high realm and removing the low realm.

"Elder of War, the pinnacle of the Dao. ”

"Elder of Punishment, the pinnacle of the Dao. ”

"Elder Dan, in the late stage of the Dao. ”

"Three generations of sect masters, mid-doom!"

He walked to the tombstone of the third generation of the sect master of the Split Sky and stood still, the middle stage of Doom was already considered to be at the level of legends, at least the ink evil had only heard from legends, it was even more powerful than the ancient powers, not to mention invincible, but it was a hegemon, the kind that no one dared to provoke.

Not to mention the ink evil, even if the entire immortal cultivation world is against this person, I'm afraid it will be a matter of one finger, this kind of existence can already be regarded as being shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

"It's a pity that it's a sword-wielding one. ”

Mo Xie saw the carving of a long sword on the tombstone, just glanced at it and he withdrew his eyes, not that the long sword was too ugly, but the sleeping sword qi in it was too dazzling, just a glance, Mo Xie felt that there was a sword light that had slashed through countless years from Dangu.

And he was like a speck of dust in front of the sword light, so small that the sword light disdained to attack.

"Look at the other tombstones, see if there are no the same, with knives. ”

Until the last resort, Mo Xie really didn't want to change to another weapon, because Huangquan Evil Iron had been plasticized, and he couldn't make it into a long sword at all, and Mo Xie didn't want to use a sword, he felt from the bottom of his heart that men should use knives, and killing all sides was a man's romance, and if he used a sword, it was a little weird, maybe Chu He stimulated him at the beginning.

"Huh, how can there be an unnamed tombstone here?"

Mo Xie suddenly stopped, very puzzled in his heart, only to see that in front of him was a tombstone with no name engraved, bare and without any carving, like an unprocessed tombstone, which could even have its own reflection, placed in the center of the entire tombstone group, and this was also the center of the formation, as if all the tombstones were guarding it.

"Is he still the third generation sect master of the Split Sky?"

At this time, the ink evil fell into contemplation, and among the tombstones shrouded in the entire formation, the three generations of sect masters of the Split Sky belonged to the highest realm and the most noble one, needless to say, the supernatural powers he had learned, and he was also the best and most powerful, but the only one that made the ink evil dissatisfied was the use of a sword.

And this nameless tombstone is the most mysterious, everything is unknown, full of gambling nature, because there is nothing to refer to to judge whether this tombstone is good or bad, the only thing that can be referred to is that his position is very special.

At the risk of great danger, when he arrived here, the ink evil entered the fork in the road again, and gave a sign on the one hand, as long as he walked in, the future was bright, there was no sign on the other side, and there was no road, it was full of fog, and the next step was the abyss.

Syllable!

His hand was gently placed on the nameless tombstone, for no other reason, but when the killing knife was close to the nameless tombstone, it trembled twice, and a joyful emotion came from the knife, so Mo Xie still gritted his teeth and chose the nameless tombstone, he believed that the killing knife would not tremble for no reason, there must be something that attracted the attention of the killing knife.

"Don't let me waste this opportunity!"

Rumble!

A large amount of information poured into his mind, this time the exercise information is different from the outside, not in the form of words and books to introduce the exercises, but in his mind into a white-haired old man, the appearance on his face is invisible, as if it is covered by a layer of invisible fog, dressed in white, no wind and movement, no earth-shattering momentum, no superb realm, this nameless old man is very simple, just like a very cultivated mortal Confucian.

"I have six knives, I can move mountains, I can cut down the ground, I can reverse the sky, I can kill souls, I can cut down, I can cut everything in the world, it is called the six swords, do you want to learn?"

The old man's tone was very kind, although he couldn't see his face, but Mo Xie could imagine that the old man must have a kind smile on his face.

"If the disciple wants to learn, please teach the seniors. ”

Mo Xie bent down and bowed deeply to the old man in white with a very serious face, although he didn't know who the old man's surname was, but with the grace of passing on his karma to solve doubts, he deserved to worship Mo Xie.

"Okay, you can see it, the old man will only demonstrate it once. ”

As the old man in white spoke, he conjured up a long knife from his hand, this long knife was only two feet long, the blade was pitch black, only the position of the blade had a wavy red, and the palpitating edge seemed to be able to cut off the space.

"Good knife!" This long knife is similar in shape to the Ink Evil's Killing Knife, but the difference between the two is obvious, and the quality of this True Phoenix Black Knife may have broken through the sky, and it is so strong that you can't breathe just by looking at it.

"The first knife, move the mountain!"

At this time, the old man's momentum was calm, and his whole body exuded a sense of heaviness like a mountain, as if any wind and rain and natural disasters could not shake the immobility, the old man in white raised his hand and waved the knife, the knife was insipid and impermanent, very slow, like an old man playing Tai Chi.

It seems to be just an ordinary wave, without any sense of crisis.

But it was such a knife that attracted all of Mo Xie's mind at once, and in his perspective, the knife of the old man in white seemed to be the heaviest and most determined knife between heaven and earth, as if it could withstand any attack, even if you had a thousand changes, I would not move.

"Move mountains!"

Mo Xie muttered to himself, holding the killing knife in his hand, and involuntarily followed the old man to wield the long knife, feeling that he had become a mountain, after countless years of wind and sun, countless years of lightning and lightning, he still stood here, unmoving.

"The second knife, cut the ground!"

The old man's knife momentum changed suddenly, the back of the True Phoenix Black Knife was down, the blade was on the top, and it suddenly went up, the illusion in his mind suddenly changed, the earth began to tremble violently, and a touch of dark yellow breath was pulled out by the True Phoenix Black Knife, forming a dark yellow real dragon, and the whole land with infinite killing intent rose from the ground and went straight to the sky.

"The third knife, against the sky!"

The figure of the old man in white became more and more illusory, and the breath of his body changed from the thickness of moving mountains and the killing of the land to unyielding, in the eyes of the ink evil, the old man in white suddenly transformed into a true phoenix that had been emitting high temperatures, with the unyielding meaning of all things in his eyes, and suddenly waved his wings, like a meteor, going upstream.

This knife, no one can stop it, and it is impossible to resist it, just like the true phoenix that goes upstream, infused with all the essence and spirit, will not destroy the sky, and will not survive.

"Fourth Sword, Soul Killing!"

The old man in white suddenly softened his tone, as if this move carried some kind of unforgettable memory, the real phoenix black knife in his hand began to gradually become illusory, the object of this attack was no longer air, but turned to the body of the ink evil, the old man raised the long knife high, and the light flutter without the incense of the world fell on the body of the ink evil.

"Do you feel it?"

The person who had been explaining the sword pharaoh suddenly asked, Mo Xie was stunned when he heard this, and then stayed on the spot, as if he had been struck by lightning, his face gradually turned pale, his lips trembled a little, and the essence in his eyes disappeared, turning into turbidity and confusion.

"Who am I?"

He asked softly, and then he felt his shoulders suddenly sink, and when he turned his head, he saw the old man pat him, which made Mo Xie come back to his senses all of a sudden, and his eyes showed a look of horror.

"My memory was just cut off. ”

Just now, Mo Xie only felt that his brain was suddenly blank, he didn't know what his name was, he didn't know what he was doing here, and he didn't even know who the old man in front of him was, and he had forgotten all the exercises and supernatural powers he had learned, including the Soul Killing Root.

"Look at it, the next knife is called Chopping Spirit, and you continue to feel this knife. ”

Just like the soul killing trick before, the long knife of the old man in white was still raised high and fell gently, but this time Mo Xie only felt that his seven emotions and six desires had disappeared, and nothing in the world could make him interested, and he didn't have any nostalgia for life.

"This knife cuts off your seven emotions and six desires. ”