Quiet!

Deathly silence!

Those inner disciples looked up at the projection, standing in place and silent, as if they had not recovered from the bloody battle before.

It wasn't until one of the disciples shouted Senior Brother Mo's mighty voice to break the silence that everyone came back to their senses, and a scorching wave suddenly erupted in the entire square, all with excitement on their faces.

Some disciples were happy because they had won a high stake, while others were simply happy that the ink evil had broken the record.

"Eighth! Disciples of all generations are ranked eighth!"

"It's terrifying, Senior Brother Mo's strength is really unfathomable!"

"What's the reward for this layer? I didn't have to wait to see how it disappeared, and didn't the eighth place be able to bring out a heavenly treasure from the Tower of the Afterlife? Why didn't there show anything? Could it be a rumor?"

All the disciples were discussing the ranking of the ink evil and his strength in the square, but what they cared about the most was the reward obtained by the top ten, after all, this was the first time that someone had broken into the top ten in the past dynasties.

But all they got was a fleeting shadow and an empty altar, and they didn't even see a single top-10 reward.

At the same time, in the Tower of the Dead.

The ink evil, who has been unconscious, is having a very strange dream at the moment, and maybe even he doesn't know why he is still dreaming after he has passed out.

In a dream.

The ink evil was muddy, and his eyes were dull and he stood in a pitch-black space, without any light, boundless darkness, deep and terrifying, as if as long as he stepped into the darkness, he would fall into the endless abyss.

The only place he could walk was a narrow path in front of him, and the dark space shone with a soft light.

At the same time, a very faint voice appeared in the bottom of his heart, as if it was constantly reminding him not to step into the darkness and asking him to follow this path.

Mo Xie didn't think about it that much, his brain was blank now, let alone thinking, he almost forgot what his name was.

Following his instincts, he stepped on the road, staggering step by step without purpose, like a soulless walking corpse,

I don't know how long I walked.

It wasn't until a golden hall appeared in front of him that the ink evil stopped.

In this lightless space, this hall strangely reflected a dazzling golden treasure light, and the whole seemed to be made of an unimaginably huge gold, a hundred times more magnificent than the scale of the Penal Law Hall, a thousand times more than the scale of the Penal Law Hall.

On both sides of the temple gate, there were many plants with strange shapes, and the ink evil instinctively looked at them a few times, only feeling that he seemed to have seen these plants somewhere, but because of the confusion of his mind, he just thought about it for a while and gave up.

Bang!

Mo Xie pushed open the temple door, and suddenly a strong wind pressure blew out along the temple door, blowing his whole person back a few steps backwards, sitting on the ground, and almost falling into the darkness.

The interior of the main hall is as luxurious as ever, but there is no such thing as a throne inside, but countless antique wooden shelves are placed in it, and there is no edge in sight.

There are many things placed on these wooden shelves, some are brand-new magic weapons, exuding layers of halos, some are blood-stained ancient books, some are mutton fat jade bottles, used to present pills, and so on.

"Eighth place in the Tower of Babel, you can take one thing. ”

The moment Mo Xie stepped into the hall, an old voice came out from all directions, resounding throughout the hall, shaking his ears to buzz.

"Uh-huh....."

Mo Xie nodded sluggishly, and then began to walk around the hall, and every time he stood in front of a certain shelf, there was resistance in his heart, as if the thing in front of him was not what he needed.

In this way, Mo Xie wandered around the hall for an unknown amount of time.

Among them, there are many things that are more valuable than the ghost ironwood, such as the branches of the Enlightenment Tree, the supernatural powers of the Ten Extremes Beasts, and even the essence blood of the Ten Extremes Beasts, etc.

Each of these things spread out, and it could cause a sensation in the entire Immortal Cultivation Realm, but Mo Xie was unmoved.

"Huh?"

At this time, Mo Xie's footsteps suddenly stopped, and an unusually special feeling suddenly appeared in his heart, as if longing, as if attracting each other.

Mo Xie turned his head slowly, his godless eyes looked in a direction, which was the deeper part of the main hall, and his body involuntarily moved in that direction.

He walked for a long time, until he walked in front of the thing, he stopped, and then without the slightest hesitation, he raised his hand and grabbed the thing, and then a strong suction force appeared behind him, sucking the whole person of the ink evil into it.

At the same time, Mu Zili urged the killing knife to drag Mo Xie's body and slowly left the Death Tower. together

Boom! Boom!

The closed door of the Death Tower slowly opened, Yun Ziyun and Elder Chen had been waiting there for a long time, and the moment the ink evil came out, Yun Ziyun hurriedly hugged him, even through the clothes, she could clearly touch the body full of scars under the clothes.

The tears in the beautiful eyes could no longer be controlled, crying like a tearful person, which made everyone look sideways.

"Let's take him back to the Grass Hall first. ”

Elder Chen waved his hand to disperse the onlookers, and Elder Caomu took the lead, and everyone came to Caomu Hall all the way.

Time passed quietly, and in the blink of an eye, it was ten days later.

In these ten days, the record set by the ink evil spread through the mouths of the disciples who watched the battle in the square that day, and most of the disciples who did not come expressed their disbelief, thinking that this was just boasting about the ink evil, but when they saw the ranking on the tower of the afterlife, they all closed their mouths.

At the same time, there was also a strange scene in the Afterlife Sect, many of the inner disciples who were poor in the past turned into local tyrants within a few days, sweeping the Grass Hall and the Refining Hall, shocking many disciples who watched the excitement.

After understanding, they learned that the spirit stones and merit points of these local tyrants were obtained through betting, which made these disciples who did not come to the Life Tower beat their chests one after another, and regretted that they had lost the opportunity to make a fortune.

However, after experiencing this incident, many gambling houses owned by core disciples in the Afterlife Sect should have closed down, closed down when they should have closed, not to mention losing all their belongings, and they also had to bear huge debts.

And the most important thing is that this account cannot be relied upon, after all, this matter has been known to everyone, if they regret it or do something threatening, then I am afraid that this matter will not be able to discredit them the next day.

Even if it is pressed down with strong strength, it is a sure thing that the character is not good.

In a clean room in the Grass Hall.

Mo Xie lay quietly on the bed, his previous clothes were changed, and the injuries on his body had fully recovered, but he did not wake up at the first time, and the reason was because he had experienced too many hard battles during this period of time and had overdrawn too much mental strength.

"Where is this?"

Mo Xie slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were blank, the whole person looked very sluggish, he sat up from the bed, his body that had not been active for a long time was very stiff, and it was sore and sore under such a movement.

"You're awake...."

Mu Zi Li floated out of the killing knife, sat on the stool and crossed Erlang's legs, hanging Erdang without caring about the appearance of Mo Xie's body.

"Hmm..."

Mo Xie moved his lower arm, the soreness and dazedness gradually dissipated, and the memories of the previous life in the Afterlife Tower became clear in his mind, and then he suddenly thought of that strange dream, and subconsciously opened the storage ring, and the whole person was suddenly shocked.

"It turned out to be true. ”

Mo Xie muttered to himself as he looked at the thing lying quietly in the storage ring.

"What's true?"

Mu Zili was stunned when he saw Mo Xie on the side, and thought that his brain was broken, so he asked suspiciously.

Hearing this, Mo Xie ignored him, and instead took out the thing from the storage ring, which was a small translucent ball the size of a baby's fist, the outer surface was tightly wrapped in a layer of crystal, and it was placed in the sunlight, refracting colorful light.

He could clearly see that there was a white mist rising from the inside of the crystal ball, but there was nothing unusual about it.

"What is this?" Mu Zili came over curiously, looked at it carefully for a long time, but didn't see any clues.

"I don't know. ”

Mo Xie shook his head, even if he had read a lot of ancient books, he had not found a trace of information about this thing, but when this thing appeared, that familiar throbbing sensation also appeared.

Immediately after, the Killing Realm, which had been quietly waiting in the dantian, suddenly opened autonomously, so fast that the ink evil did not have any chance to react.

"What's the situation?" Mu Zili was startled.

Mo Xie didn't answer, because all of his current mind was used to suppress the abnormal movement in the Killing Realm, and the moment the Killing Realm appeared, the strange crystal ball in his hand also moved, trying to get out of the control of the Ink Evil.

"Give me town!"

The amplitude of the crystal ball and the killing realm is getting bigger and bigger, and it has reached the point where even the ink evil can no longer control it, his face sank, and he immediately shouted, and the majestic extreme killing power was pressed on the crystal ball and the killing realm.

But all this was useless, the abnormal frequency of the crystal ball and the killing world resonated, and the huge shock force produced made the ink evil get rid of it all at once.

The crystal ball slammed into the ground, and the crystal on it burst with a crisp thud, and bursts of white mist rose from the shards, merging into the giant egg on the surface of the lake in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Mo Xie's face changed greatly, this situation he still encountered once, although he didn't know what the relationship between the crystal ball and the killing realm was, but unknown things would always be beyond his expectations, this was his experience, after all, the darkness and the ancestral spirit root were like this.