There is more than one person who is jealous, and it is only one of them who has been killed by the darkness. Flash Dance

At this moment, suddenly a figure flashed, walking with bamboo, his body was ethereal, like a veil in the wind, light and abnormal.

Grabbing the bamboo that had been struck at the ink knife with both hands, he flew up.

A cold light flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, the shape of the ink knife was stopped, and he didn't need to look at it to know that it was the person who did it, but the ink knife didn't know why the person did this, and at the same time he also felt that trace of killing intent.

"Could it be him?" Mo Dao thought it was a Taoist who made a move, but this idea was instantly denied by him, because that person had no reason to kill him.

Ink Knife didn't know who was going to kill him, but no matter who it was, Ink Knife wouldn't give him the slightest chance.

It's just that at this moment, his body is blocked, and although he can easily know the location of the person who sneaked up, he can't dodge it.

A long sword was drawn from its scabbard, and the man exerted force with one arm, and then stepped on the bamboo with both feet, and the tip of the sword went straight to the throat of the ink knife.

The man on the tip of the bamboo saw it clearly, but he didn't want to stop it.

Although it was a breeze for him, he just wanted to know, wondering what the ink knife would do in the face of such a dangerous situation.

This is important because within the extinction there will be much more danger than this.

From his observations in the past few days, he has already seen that although Modao is calm and decisive, he is too lonely, and he will never trust others easily.

This is something he admires, but in many cases, this style of doing things can also become a weakness.

For example, now, as long as Modao calls for help, he will inevitably come to the rescue, because he will never let Modao die.

But he couldn't see the slightest hint of wanting to ask for help from the expression of the ink knife.

That's why he was curious, curious about what the ink knife would do.

Two ways, Modao thought of two solutions in an instant.

One is to stay in this state, not to make any counterattacks, and let that person sneak attack. Because he was sure that the Taoist would not die without help. If that Daoist just watched him being killed, he wouldn't have brought him back in the first place.

The ink knife knew that he had a great deal of use for that person.

He is now the knife in the hand of the man, and the man will never let anyone else break his sword.

But Modao is unwilling to do this, he is unwilling to put his life in the hands of others, only by taking his life in his own hands can Modao feel at ease, in order to make Modao feel at ease.

And the second way is to break free from the oppression of the human realm.

For the realm, the ink knife already has some understanding. As long as the level of the realm is too different, it will be suppressed, and the body will be fixed. Flash Dance

But there are strong and weak realms, especially his realm, the realm of killing, which is the strongest existence among all realms.

It's not the first time that the ink knife has met someone stronger than himself, but every time he can break free.

This time, Modao believes that he can do the same.

The realm of killing surged out in an instant, and at this moment, the ink knife brought his realm to the extreme.

In an instant, I saw that the long hair of the ink knife danced without wind, like a ghost minions, like a snake shadow.

And the whole person of the ink knife is like an out-of-body knife, killing the momentum, cutting the sky and splitting the sea.

But this knife is firmly trapped in the cage at the moment, and no matter how hard it struggles, it can't break free.

The moment he felt the change in the momentum on the ink knife, the man was slightly startled, this was not the first time he had faced the killing realm of the ink knife, but it was the first time he had faced the killing realm of the ink knife head-on.

From his senses, he could easily feel that the realm of the ink knife was several levels different from his.

But at this moment, he felt as if there was a sharp long knife in the dark, constantly splitting, and he could even feel the blade itself slashing sideways.

It seemed that as soon as he relaxed a little, the ink knife would break free from his suppression.

"How is this possible!" The Daoist was shocked, he knew that the Killing Realm was very strong, but he didn't expect it to be so strong.

can actually ignore the suppression of the level and make a counterattack.

But the more this is the case, the more Dao people want to know the limit of the killing realm.

With a cold snort, the momentum on his body soared, and he instantly brought the realm to the extreme.

The pressure on his body increased sharply at the same time, and the ink knife snorted, leaving a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. This blow caused him a lot of internal injuries, and if it weren't for the amazing perseverance of the ink knife, he would have almost fainted.

There is no way to go on like this, although the ink knife has taken his realm to the extreme, it still can't break the shackles.

Seeing that the man's long sword was approaching, the next moment it would pierce his throat.

"Kill ......" suddenly a low roar came from the mouth of the ink knife, which was not like a human voice at all, but more like some kind of fierce beast, full of tyrannical atmosphere. If you take off the black cloth on the eyes of the ink knife at this moment, you can clearly see that the eyes of the ink knife are blood red.

Again, at the last moment, the ink knife found the blood-colored quagmire, and without the slightest hesitation, sank.

Only one pair of eyes leaked out.

A deep snort sounded, and the broken knife moved with two fingers, which was the limit of what the ink knife could do, and the ink knife dragged his broken knife with those two fingers.

Suddenly, a cold light appeared, and the broken knife rolled out, slamming into the long sword of the sneak attacker.

The broken knife was uncontrolled, and it should have fallen to the ground, but at that moment, the broken knife drew a strange arc in the air, as if it was being pulled by someone with a silk thread, and went straight to the person who attacked it.

There was a wail, blood splattered, and the sword fell to the ground, along with the arm that had been severed by the broken sword.

"How is this possible!" exclaimed, the Daoist's eyes were full of disbelief, he never thought that after using all his strength, the ink knife had already broken free from his restraints.

Others may not understand the horror of this, but he understands that the suppression of the realm is absolute, unless the two realms are at the same level.

Otherwise, no matter how amazing a person is, it is impossible to cross this rule.

But the ink knife did it, although it only broke free of two fingers, but it was enough to be proud of, and it was amazing enough.

"Killing, how strong is it. The Taoist muttered to himself, how strong is this realm that has never appeared and has always existed in legends.

A trace of jealousy appeared in the Daoist's eyes, and at the same time, a cold light flashed.

He originally thought that even if the ink knife was strong, it would never make him jealous, but now he realized that he was wrong.

It was also at this moment that the Daoist had a trace of greed for the realm of killing.

"If I could go into the killing ......" a thought appeared in the mind of the Taoist.

Dispersed the suppression of the realm, the Taoist turned down, came to the person whose arm was cut off by the ink knife, and didn't even look at it, his two fingers turned into a sword, and the void pointed, only to hear a poof, and when he saw that a bloody hole appeared in the man's chest, he couldn't even let out a wail, and he died of anger.

"You're good. The Taoist said to the ink knife, his face full of satisfaction.

The ink knife took off his mask, picked up his broken knife, and without saying a word, turned to leave.

Looking at the back of the ink knife, a sneer appeared on the corner of the Taoist's mouth.

"I'll keep you until the end of the destruction, and if you win, I may be able to spare your life, but only if you tell me the secret of the Killing Realm. "After feeling that the realm of killing is so strong, the Taoist has already decided to enter the killing forest.

Trust?Modao has never had the slightest trust in that person, and the straightforwardness between the two people is just a transaction, a threat.

What the ink knife wants is the use of the realm, and what the Dao person wants is the victory of extinction.

Returning to the residence, pushing the door in, the first to appear was the dark shadow, and I don't know where it was hiding before, one turned over and fell, appearing in front of the ink knife.

The injuries on her body have healed, which should be the credit of the blood pill.

After the darkness appeared, he did not speak, but stood beside the ink knife, and seemed to return to the past, and the mask appeared on the dark face.

A pair of eyes are even more desolate, and there is no trace of emotion in sight, and only when they look at the ink knife will there be a moment of tenderness.

It's just that there is no dependence in this tenderness.

"It's back. Miao Ying walked out of the house and said loudly.

"Hmm. The ink knife answered, and he walked to the dining table with a feeling of hunger after a day of water and rice.

Looking at the figure of the ink knife, a complicated look suddenly flashed in his dark eyes, as if he had something to say, but in the end he didn't say anything.

But when Modao was about to eat, he was suddenly stopped by Miao Ying.

"You're so relieved of us?" Miao Ying said aloud.

"What do you mean?" Mo Dao obviously didn't understand the meaning of Miao Ying's words.

"Aren't you worried that I've poisoned this food?" Miao Ying said.

"Why did you poison him?" asked Inkknife, who didn't trust the two men, he just felt that they had no reason to kill him.

"If you have entered the realm of killing, do you still need a reason to kill?" Miao Ying's face showed a stern look, like a teacher of apprentices.

"You don't need a reason to kill, but you don't need a reason to kill me, because you need me to help you. Ink Knife said, this is his reason.

"Naive. Miao Ying said and swept the food away with one palm.

The next moment, a puff of green smoke came out, and it was obvious that the food had been poisoned.

"Why?" Modao asked, not asking why Miao Ying had murderous intentions against him, but asking Miao Ying what he was doing so. He knew that Miao Ying definitely had another intention in doing this.

"Because I want you to know that it's easy to kill you. Miao Ying said. "Do you know what Senbu does?"

"I don't know. Ink Knife replied.

"Tell him. Miao Ying said, looking at the darkness on the side,

The food was poisonous, and Dark knew it, which was why she wanted to stop talking before. It's just that in the end, she still didn't remind the ink knife.

Because Miao Ying told her the reason, and the reason why she poisoned the ink knife food.

"Qianbu, do assassination. Miao Ying said.

"Assassination?" The ink knife is unknown, he understands killing, but the assassination ink knife is unknown. It's also all killing, why add a codeword. At most, it's just a sneak attack, how to assassinate.

"You've heard of the name of the Assassin. Miao Ying said aloud.

"Nope. Modao shook his head, this was the first time he had heard this word. It's just that Modao feels that this word is very familiar, as if he has heard it somewhere.

"Assassins, to commit assassination, as the word implies, is to kill in the shadows. ”

"But what the assassin does is not a simple sneak attack, but uses all means to kill the target, even if that person is ten times stronger than you, but the ultimate assassin can still easily kill the target. ”

"Do you know why?" Miao Ying asked.

"Poison?" replied the Ink Knife, ten times stronger than a hundred times, and the only way the Ink Knife could think of was to poison it.

"Poisoning is only the stupidest way, and there are many other methods, which are thousands of times smarter than poisoning. Miao Ying said. "And that's what I'm going to teach you next. ”

"Didn't you always want to know how to kill people again? Now I'm going to tell you that as long as you don't let the person who is killed know who the murderer is, you can kill outside without being punished by the rules. ”

In other words, assassination. ”

"Why?" asked Ink Knife, who already understood what Miao Ying meant, but Ink Knife wondered why this was happening.

"I don't know, and no one knows why. Miao Ying said. "This has been passed down for many generations. All I know is that the people here are made for assassination, which makes everyone fearful. ”

"But suddenly one day, an immortal appeared, and it didn't take long for this place to be controlled by a mysterious force, and no one could leave the Valley of the Absolute Gods. No one knows why this is happening. And everyone is looking for a way to leave. ”

"I've heard that you can find a way out by participating in the extinction, but none of you have succeeded. ”

Listening to Miao Ying's words, the ink knife remembered what Yeji said before, it seems that leaving here seems to have to go through some kind of test, could it be that the test is extinction?

Although Modao didn't know if he would be able to achieve the final victory of the Extinction, it was not yet the time for him to leave, and he hadn't killed all the immortals in the Valley of the Absolute Gods.

"That's all I have to say, now I just want to think about why, and whether I want to learn assassination from me. Miao Ying asked.

"Why teach me. Modao said, he knows that there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

"I need you to do something for me. When Miao Ying spoke, a heavy sadness flashed in her eyes for some reason.

"Kill Qianwen Tribulation?" said Ink Dao, he knew that there must be some kind of hatred between Miao Ying and Qianwen Tribulation in front of him, if not, then Qianwen Tribulation would not have locked him in the dungeon.

"It's not. Miao Ying shook her head and said, "I hope you can help me find someone." ”

"Who?" asked Inkknife.

"My child. Miao Ying said. "I want you to help me find him. ”

"Where is he?" asked Modao.

"If I'm not mistaken, he should still be in the thousand. Miao Ying said.

"Looks. Ink Knife said.

"I don't know, I don't even know if he's still alive. The sadness in Miao Ying's eyes grew stronger and stronger. "I'm running out of time, and I want you to help me find him, and that's what I teach you to assassinate. ”

"I refuse. Without the slightest hesitation, Modao said aloud.

(End of chapter)