There was no fear of dying, no reluctance to live, the man smiled stupidly, as if he had wished for many years, and closed his eyes.

When the person died, Li Ziya was instantly shocked, and his face showed a look of fear.

He didn't want to kill, and his sword was just the wrist of Ben Na.

But at the moment when he took out his sword, the figure of the man suddenly shook, and the next moment, Li Ziya's sword blade had been cut at his throat.

The man's body was so fast, so fast that Li Ziya couldn't see it clearly, and when he found out, the man was already dead.

killed someone, Li Ziya ran out of the dungeon in a panic, and he wasn't even torturing Li Kun.

Li Ziya is gone, but that piece of Luo Bing is still there.

None of the people in the group moved, just staring directly at Luo Bing in the dead man's hand.

Their eyes were full of desire, they wanted that piece of Luo Bing, but no one dared to be the first to make a move.

They want to die, but when they really die, they will be afraid and reluctant.

From this point of view, the person who snatched Luo Bing in Li Ziya's hand was actually very brave.

"Do you know why he's afraid?" said the old man suddenly, as he sat down beside Ink Knife, and seemed to enjoy chatting with Ink Knife, even though Ink Knife was silent.

"I don't know. The ink knife replied.

"He doesn't allow people here to die. The old man said.

"A thousand questions?" Modao guessed who he was.

"Do you know why?" said the old man.

"Secret. Ink Knife said. Staying and not killing must be to get a secret, and that person must still have use value.

"Not bad. Everyone here has a secret in them, and Qianwen wants to know this secret. The old man said with a plain face. "Now that your secret has been exposed, aren't you afraid of being killed?"

Modao knew that the old man was referring to the Killing Realm, but Modao was not worried, or it could be said that he was deliberately exposed.

Whether this old man is the one who was planted by Qianwen or has been imprisoned here, Mo Dao is not sure.

If you are imprisoned here, then there is nothing to expose the killing realm. But if Qianwen Tribulation is placed here, it will make the ink knife more worry-free.

If the ink knife has been refusing to expose the realm, maybe one day Qian Wenjiao will feel that the ink knife has no use value and kill him.

But now that the ink knife has exposed the realm of killing, he will become more useful in the eyes of Qianwen Tribulation.

The reason why it was not exposed at the beginning was because Qianwen was present at that time, and if it was exposed, it would no longer be able to quibble.

And now, although it has been exposed, even if Qianwen Tribulation knows, it can only be relayed by others.

Hearing is false, seeing is believing, what Modao wants is fiction and reality, so that Qianwenjiao can't find out his details, only in this way can he ensure his safety.

"It's the first time I've seen a young man like you. The old man said suddenly, as if he had guessed the plan in Modao's heart.

"It's a shame not to be an assassin for someone like you. The old man sighed, "But since you have already lost your apprenticeship, even if I try to take you as an apprentice, it will be in vain." It's a pity, it's a pity. ”

The old man said two pities in a row, which shows how much he appreciates the ink knife.

"Assassin?" Inkknife suddenly remembered what Broken Water had said before he left. "The source of the Assassins. ”

"Old man, do you know the origin of the assassins?" asked Inkknife.

He turned his head sharply and looked at the ink knife. Not only the eyes, but the old man's entire expression changed instantly.

The momentum on his body was extremely strong at this moment, and even the space began to distort.

The bars that don't want to be in the place creaked even more, as if they would break in the next moment.

There was no wind in the dungeon, but the gray robe on the old man's body was fluttering.

"It turns out that you are the one who asked for a thousand things. The old man's voice was low, as if it came from the bottom of the Nine Hidden Valleys, which was terrifying.

"Say, how did you know the name of the water cut? "Without asking the Ink Knife for what it was for, it was clear that the source of the Assassin was a secret that he could not touch.

But the old man questioned how Modao knew the name of Broken Water, which shows the status of the word Broken Water in his heart.

The ink knife didn't know why the old man in front of him suddenly became angry, and he was even more full of murderous intent, but he thought it was also related to the source of the assassin.

At this moment, Modao only felt that he was pressed by a mountain, even if he exerted the killing realm to the extreme, he couldn't resist the slightest, and his hands and feet couldn't move, like a chopping board of fish.

"I'm asking you, say!" the old man's voice was like a decree of the gods, which was irresistible. It's just that he forgot that under his coercion, the ink knife couldn't speak at all.

Click, click, soft sound came.

I saw that the ink knife was actually shocked by the old man's coercion and half of his body fell into the ground, but except for the ink knife and Na Li Kun, the others were not like this, they just couldn't move.

The pressure on his body was increasing, and the ink knife even felt that someone was pounding him with a huge iron hammer.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face turned extremely white in an instant.

Strange to say, after spurting out a mouthful of blood, the ink knife suddenly felt much less coercive on his body.

The layer of red mist that had been shrouding the ink knife also became clearly visible, like armor, only sticking to the top and bottom of the ink knife.

Seeing the changes in his own realm, Modao was stunned at first, and suddenly remembered the picture of the old man concentrating his realm at one point before.

Isn't he just like the old man now?

Thinking of this, the ink knife began to try to urge the red mist.

Once, twice, the ink knife didn't feel the presence of the red mist at all.

During this period, the ink knife spat out a few more mouthfuls of blood, and his throat was even hotter as if he was being roasted by fire, and his breathing began to have difficulty defecation.

Modao knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely die.

But now apart from trying to resist with the environment, the ink knife can't think of any other way.

Finally, on the sixth attempt.

The ink knife sensed the existence of the realm.

To be exact, it is a chill to the bone.

Even if it was an ink knife, I couldn't help but shake it when I felt the coolness.

When he came into contact with that coolness, the ink knife felt an unusually strong smell of blood, which was thicker than the sea of blood in the depths of his soul.

There was blood everywhere, and the viscous blood was like a mire, easily devouring him.

The more the ink knife struggled, the deeper it sank. By the end, only one head was exposed. And his eyes became completely black at this moment.

The ink knife could no longer see anything......

One got up and stood up violently. Ink Dao's face was expressionless, the red mist was gone, and the killing realm had disappeared.

The ink knife just stood there, not seeing any change in it.

But the surrounding crowd, except for the old man, almost all of them were lying on the ground at the same time, their bodies sinking into the ground like the ink knife before, spitting blood.

"Backlash?" the old man was surprised when he clearly felt the change in the ink knife. There was a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

"You...... Should...... Death ......" Suddenly, a very unfamiliar voice came out of the mouth of the ink knife, and as he spoke, the broken knife was lightly raised, and a black light suddenly appeared and went straight to the old man.

The old man didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly dodged to dodge, but he was still slow, and one of his arms was easily cut off, and blood splattered.

The black light did not disappear after cutting off the old man's arm, and went straight out of the iron fence not far away.

The bars were easily unfurled like tofu before the black rays, and then flew towards the stone wall.

There was no loud noise, and it instantly sank in, leaving a black line the thickness of a hair.

Listen carefully, and faintly hear a hint of wind in the situation of the black line.

With one sword, just one sword, the ink knife pierced the cave.

If he was outside, it would not be difficult for Yu Modao to do this, as long as he wanted to, he could even destroy the entire cave in an instant.

But now it's different, here the ink knife is only a mortal, and no mortal can do it like this, no matter how powerful he is.

"It's so strong, I want to see it. As he spoke, the old man ignored the wound on his arm, and reached out with his other hand and stretched out his fingers and went straight to the throat of the ink knife.

At the old man's fingertips, there was a faint flickering of light, and the sound of breaking the sky also poured out.

If such a finger stabs the throat of the ink knife, the consequences can be imagined.

But the ink knife, seeing that the old man suddenly made a move, he had no intention of dodging, let alone resisting.

Still swinging the knife down, another black light went straight towards the old man.

It's not that the ink knife has not been used, but it is only used when he is sure that he will not die, and when he is sure that no one dares to kill him.

But now, in this place where killing is not punished by the rules. It is clear that this approach will not work.

Because of the preparation, the old man turned sideways to the limit and dodged the black mang.

The two fingers were inconvenient to castrate, and they still went straight to the throat of the ink knife.

At this moment, it was too late for the ink knife to swing the knife to resist, and with a snap, blood splattered in an instant.

"Kill, kill, kill!" "The ink knife in the mire kept roaring. A pair of extremely black eyes are full of murderous meaning.

At this moment, the ink knife seemed to have lost its consciousness and turned into a machine that only knew how to kill.

And with the roar, the body of the ink knife began to sink deeper and deeper.

When he was about to fall into the quagmire completely, suddenly, he didn't know what was shining on the ink knife.

With a flash of light, one of the eyes of the ink knife instantly regained its clear color.

At that moment, the ink knife saw the picture of the old man stabbing his two fingers into his throat and the dead body to the end.

Finally came to his senses, although there was already endless killing intent in his heart, one eye of the ink knife could already be seen.

When he woke up, he saw the old man's fingers stabbing at him just as he had seen before.

At this moment, it is too late for the ink knife to dodge.

At this moment of life and death, the body of the ink knife suddenly became a little shorter. It's too late to hide, and it's even more foolish to resist with a knife.

But Modao would never let himself die so easily.

Pressing his body down, the ink knife blocked the old man's fingers with the only weapon he had left.

With a snap, the ink knife opened its mouth and bit the old man's two fingers.

But the old man's strength was too great, and he instantly tore the entire mouth of the ink knife apart, and blood splattered in an instant.

Blocking the old man's fingers, the ink knife pulled back. There is still only one eye that can see, why this is so, the ink knife himself does not understand.

But he was now indeed able to move, and was no longer trapped by the old man's coercion.

"Why are you doing things for him. There was no pursuit of the ink knife, the old man said loudly, his tone full of regret.

"Hmm......" Modao wanted to speak, telling the old man in front of him that he was not the one who had been planted here by Qianwen. But because the mouth had been torn, the ink knife could not make a clear sound at all.

The ink knife knew that the old man in front of him regarded himself as the internal response of the Thousand Question Tribulation placed here.

Modao wanted to explain, but found that he didn't have the slightest evidence to prove himself.

The ink knife is very good at guessing other people's ideas, and is good at catching other people's loopholes, but it is not good at proving for itself.

Moreover, the ink knife saw that one of the old man's arms had been severed, and he was bleeding continuously.

He didn't even have the slightest intention of treating the wound.

From this alone, the ink knife can also know that the old man in front of him already has a killing heart for himself.

At such times, it is futile to say anything.

His mind raced, and Modao searched his mind for information that could prove his identity.

But he searched for a long time but found nothing, and the only thing he got from the broken water was only a porcelain bottle.

But the porcelain vase looked very deceitful, and it couldn't prove that he knew about the broken water, let alone that he wasn't a person who asked for a thousand things.

Glancing at the iron fence that had been cut not far away, Modao decided not to entangle with the old man in front of him anymore.

Is it that the old man's opponent in front of him is put aside for the time being, and the ink knife has no reason to do it with him at all, and blindly trembling again will only waste his physical strength, so the ink knife decided to escape.

The old man seemed to see what the ink knife was thinking, and moved a step sideways, blocking the way of the ink knife.

"You can't escape. The old man said aloud, "Say, how did you know about the fate of the water cut, and whether he has been killed by you!" the old man said, his expression becoming more and more excited.

Without making a sound, Modao opened his mouth, and then there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, as if he couldn't speak.

"What are you talking about, louder!" said the old man.

The ink knife opened its mouth again, but still couldn't make a sound.

The old man saw that Modao only opened his mouth, but did not speak, and couldn't help but walk in a little. At the same time, he removed some of the coercion on his body, and he also saw that the corners of the ink knife's mouth had been torn, and he knew that it was not convenient for the ink knife to speak.

But the moment the old man walked in, the ink knife suddenly moved, and an arrow rushed towards the old man, and the knife in his hand suddenly waved, and a black light appeared.

This strange black mang surprised Mo Dao, and he never knew when he had this ability. But he wanted to attack the old man for a moment, and then take the opportunity to escape. This black mang helped him.

The ink knife suddenly struck, and the old man obviously didn't expect that the black mang appeared and hurriedly dodged.

The old man's flash just opened the way for the ink knife.

By borrowing the Dharma of the Body, at the moment when the old man probed and came, he dodged by the slightest difference, and then the other flashed sideways from the old man's side.

In an instant, they came to the place where the iron fence had been cut down.

At this moment, there was a soft snap, and a porcelain bottle fell to the ground.

(End of chapter)