Plop!

A series of falling sounds sounded below, and a deep knife mark appeared on everyone's chest, and the heart that was cut in half with a single knife could be clearly seen.

Kill them all in one hit!

It caused a burst of exclamations from the disciples who watched the battle from the outside world, and some disciples with vicious eyes summed up two points after seeing this, the first is that the knife of the ink evil cannot be resisted, and the second is that the person of the ink evil cannot be provoked, because it is too ferocious.

Sonor!

After receiving the reward of this layer, the ink evil slowly walked towards the position of the teleportation array, and sighed as he walked.

"My own weapon is easy to use, if I had used it earlier, I would not have suffered so many sins. ”

Mo Xie thought back to the touch of killing and cutting through the other party's flesh and blood before, and there was almost no pause, even if there were bones blocking him in the middle, his face couldn't help but be a little intoxicated.

"Wood, have you been suppressed or sealed by the Tower of the Dead now?"

At this time, Mo Xie suddenly thought of something, and he asked Mu Zi Li.

"The divine power of the spirit weapon is being conceived, and it has been affected a little but it is not a big problem, and it has not been sealed in other ways, etc.... Who do you call wood?" Mu Zili, who had originally lost the three souls, suddenly came back to his senses, his expression still retained the fear he had before, and he said in a daze.

"Call you, Mu Zi Li is all related to wood, what do you call you if you don't call you wood?Do you want me to call you Xiao Lizi? Then again, why don't you call Mu Linsen..."

"You're the wood!no! no, you're the stinky, hard stone in the pit!" Mu Zili retorted, slowly walking out of the shadow of fear.

"Good, good... I'm stone, you're wood, we can build a house together, hahaha. ”

Mo Xie laughed twice, and when he saw Mu Zili return to his lively appearance, his heart was at ease, he knew that Mu Zili had never seen any strong winds and waves when he was a monk, and he was still afraid of this kind of thing in his heart.

Only by slowly enlightening oneself can this kind of psychology gradually disappear and adapt.

After all, Mu Zili is different from him, although Mu Zili himself is weak, he has a great vision, knows a lot of things, and naturally has awe in his heart, but Mo Xie is different, Mo Xie is at the beginning of cultivation, because he has no relevant knowledge, he has been hard all the way, and he belongs to the type of newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.

When the ink evil broadened his horizons, he relented a lot.

"Alright, I'm here, I won't let you get hurt, so you don't need to be afraid. Mo Xie patted the scabbard, and then walked into the teleportation array with Mu Zili's voice and his hearty laughter.

After trying his hand at the sixtieth floor, Mo Xie gradually got used to this rhythm of battle, and the speed of the challenge became faster and faster.

The sixty-sixth floor of the Tower of the Dead!

The seventy-third floor of the Tower of the Dead!

The eighty-second floor of the Tower of the Dead!

The ink evil swept all the way, with the sharpness of the killing knife and the dexterity of the new footwork and the suppression of killing intent, so that the opponent would fall into a moment of distraction almost the moment he saw him, and then beheaded.

In this process, the combat skills and fighting methods that Mo Xie absorbed in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion were also integrated into his exclusive style, and with the power of his body and cultivation being unsealed little by little, every part of his body became a killing weapon.

The technique is becoming more and more skillful.

And the disciples who watched the battle from the outside world were very polarized, and it was not like this at first, whenever the disciples who passed the layer of bets of the ink evil, they collectively cheered, but the more they got to the end, the less and less this cheer, those disciples who had been suppressed kept beating their mouths, and they regretted even their intestines.

But the disciples who pressed down were crazy to the extreme at the moment, especially after the eighty layers, they were almost crazy, and at the same time, there were also the owners of the casino, their hearts beat faster and faster with the increase in the number of challenge layers, and a strange flush appeared on their faces, which was not happy, but afraid.

They can imagine how much gambling money they will give away when Mo Xie passes the one hundred and tenth layer, and they are afraid that they will not be able to lose money if they sell themselves.....

The eighty-fifth floor of the Tower of the Dead!

The ninety-second floor of the Tower of the Dead!

The ninety-eighth floor of the Tower of the Dead!

The speed of the Ink Evil's challenge began to slow down at the ninetieth floor, especially after the ninety-fifth floor, almost every floor took nearly a day to pass, and from the projection overhead, it could be clearly seen how strong the opponents the Ink Evil faced were in terms of numbers.

That's really a dozen fifty people, and it's fifty people who are stronger than themselves in a small realm, and this small realm can't reflect a big gap in one-on-one, especially in the stage of foundation building, as long as the foundation is strong, the two small realms can easily solve each other.

But once there are more of them, no matter how small the gap is, it will be magnified fifty times, and the most important thing is that Mo Xie's cultivation and physical body have all been unsealed at this moment, which means that his state at the moment is the same as the outside world, which also means that in the next challenge, he will not have the slightest chance to improve his combat power.

Mo Xie is very clear about this, and the people who bet on the outside world are also very clear, otherwise they would not have pressed the odds so high, but despite this, Mo Xie's performance in combat power still made these casino owners a little flustered.

Three days later!

The disciples who were staring at the projection suddenly let out an earth-shattering cheer, some of them hugged each other with red faces, and some of them slammed their fists on the ground to vent their inner surprises.

And those casino owners seemed to have lost the strength of their whole bodies and sat limply on the ground, staring blankly at the projection in mid-air.

I saw that the last enemy in front of Mo Xie was cut off by him, and at his feet was full of more than a hundred corpses, completely blocking the ground.

"Heh... Hehe... Call.... It's so cool...."

Mo Xie was lying in the pile of corpses covered in blood, watching the corpses turn into countless stars, he was in a particularly beautiful mood, although his body was on the verge of being broken, although he had almost died here countless times, but when it was all over, he still abandoned those things in his heart, and poured out countless excitement and comfort.

"I find you to be such a madman...."

Mu Zili fell to the ground, he sat down, looking at the ink evil who no longer had a good place in his body, his expression was a little complicated, if he had just come into contact with the ink evil, he would definitely stay away from this person.

But now that he knew about Mo Xie's past, Mu Zili was silent, because he knew how much suffering and pain the excited man in front of him had suffered that he couldn't imagine before, and he seemed to have experienced almost all the pain in the world.

The beloved Taoist couple and the biological mother all died in front of him, and only one father was left who was so cold-blooded to him, not even as important as one of his eyes.

The most important thing is that Mu Zili seems to have suddenly understood, why he is so dependent and patient with himself, maybe in Mo Xie's heart, this cold knife is not a dead thing or just a simple weapon, but a friend, a brother and the only one he can rely on.

"Crazy? I think.... In this life, if you don't go crazy, will you feel that the whole life is very boring when you die..... Right..... ......."

Mo Xie's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally his head tilted, and he fell asleep deeply, with an indescribable smile on his blood-stained face, as if he was laughing at his helpless life, as if he was open-minded to face a better future, as if he was .....

"Fun, it's really boring, sleep with confidence, I've already chosen the direction of the magic power of the spiritual weapon, maybe you know but you didn't ask, but since you have given me the choice, then I can't live up to your trust in me, isn't it ....."

"Tsk... I was really stupid at the beginning, and I was deceived by you. ”

"Come on, you can sleep, and let's go and see the reward given by the hundred layers. ”

Mu Zili's body floated slightly, like a weightless feather, and flew to the position of the altar, although he had been prepared, he was still shocked by the things on the altar.

"Ghost Ironwood, or is it so nearly complete?"

Mu Zili looked at the wood on the altar that was almost one meter high, and its whole body was as black as if it had been struck by lightning, and his mouth gradually widened, and he was speechless in shock.

Then he wiped his eyes, as if he thought he had seen a hallucination, and when he opened them again, Teki was still standing on the altar.

"How many spirit stones is this worth?"

Mu Zili clearly remembered that he once went to the auction of Baibao Pavilion and saw the ghost Tiemu, but it was only the size of a fingernail, but he auctioned a number that he couldn't even think of, but the one in front of him was not tens of thousands, and it should be the size of thousands of fingernails....

"Huh, it seems to be alive?"

Mu Zi Li walked in and gently put his hand on the ironwood, he could clearly feel that the faint trace of vitality in the ironwood still existed, but it should not last long, like a candle that is about to burn out, as long as there is a breeze blowing, the flame will definitely be extinguished.

"It's a pity.... This is no different from the completeness of the ghost ironwood that has just been unearthed, but it has been placed for too long, and if there is no very suitable land and enough soul, I am afraid that it will not survive. ”

Mu Zili shook his head regretfully, he knew the value of the ghost ironwood, as long as he put a little bit in the refining weapon, he could improve the quality of the magic weapon to the limit, and there was even a certain chance that the magic weapon could give birth to a weapon spirit in advance before the tribulation, which greatly increased the probability of the tribulation.

Moreover, carrying Tiemu for a long time can also nourish the soul of the monk, and before reaching the True Spirit Stage, increase your own foundation in advance, which can make the cultivation after breaking through to the True Spirit Realm smoother, and at the same time, it is also stronger than the monk's foundation that breaks through at the same time.

It can be said that this has unimaginable help with the ghost ironwood, both in refining and for the monk's heritage, of course, the living ironwood is more valuable, but the living environment of the ghost ironwood is too scarce, except for the four forbidden places, there is no place to rejuvenate the ironwood.