The Tibetan Immortal Tower, thousands of feet high, soars into the sky. Non-stone, non-wood, mysterious anomaly.

As soon as he got closer, the ink knife felt a powerful immortal power, not even inferior to the immortal king and immortal master. This made the ink knife can't help but be cautious.

At this moment, there was a crowd of people standing outside the Tibetan Immortal Pagoda. It's as noisy as a rural vegetable market.

During this period, because of some contradictions, some people fought each other with swords from time to time. The surrounding crowd applauded and applauded, hoping that they would be more brutal.

There is no order here, no rules. It is this freedom that makes them unscrupulous......

During this time, a person walked past the ink knife and slammed it viciously into the ink knife's shoulder.

The man must have done it on purpose, because when he looked back at the ink knife, his eyes were full of fierceness, and he was cursing something.

In one corner of the crowd, about a dozen people gathered together, reluctantly and very frightened. During this period, some people slashed at them, and those people only dodged and definitely attacked.

There was only one person, a middle-aged strong man, with a long sword in his hand, behind him, standing in the crowd with his head held high. Beside him, several corpses lay down. No one bullied him, provoked him, people always hid away from him.

"Ink Knife!" the man suddenly shouted, and was extremely excited, and came towards the ink knife.

People are turning sideways to make way for it.

At this moment, suddenly a hidden weapon shot out from the crowd, and the hidden weapon was silent and flashed in a flash.

But the middle-aged man seemed to have eyes behind him, and the long sword in his hand shook slightly, hitting the hidden weapon impartially, knocking it to the ground.

There was no turning back, not even anger. The middle-aged man still came towards the ink knife, completely ignoring the person who had plotted against him just now.

Although he ignored it, the crowd exploded all at once.

It seems that there is a rule, a system that has been broken. People have found a common enemy.

The man who plotted was found in the middle of a breath.

His martial arts were already ordinary, and he was knocked to the ground in just a few rounds.

"All I do is for everyone!" the man shouted, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, but he still couldn't stop him.

"Shame on the martial arts!" voices came from the crowd, and there was more than one.

"No need for a secret weapon, which of you is his opponent!" the man said again, he was finally unconvinced, he felt wronged.

"You can't use a hidden weapon either!, especially if you're attacking from behind!"

"You're going to help an outsider!"

"It doesn't matter if he's an outsider or not!, you'll be damned if you use a secret weapon!" said the crowd and beat the man to death.

"The people here are weird. Liao Chutian came to the ink knife, looked at the corpse that was lying on the ground and was beaten and had no human appearance, and sighed.

Modao didn't speak, just watched quietly. There was a touch in his heart for no reason, just because he was too familiar with what that group of people had done, and he missed it too much.

You can fight, you can be cruel, you can even be bloodthirsty, but you must not touch that rule, that rule that you will die if you touch it, that rule that I don't know who made it. It's just that this rule has long since dissipated with the reincarnation of the ink knife.

Seeing it again at this moment, the ink knife couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

"Hey, what do you want?" Liao Chutian saw that the ink knife was silent, and shook his hand in front of the ink knife.

"Why are you here. Ink Knife asked.

"Hey...... Don't mention it. Liao Chutian let out a sigh of emotion, as if he had something to say to Modao.

At this moment, a bell suddenly sounded from the Tibetan Immortal Pagoda. The bell was melodious, accompanied by the faint roar of the avenue. It makes people listen to the heart, and the ink knife is frowned.

The bell rang, and the gate of the Tibetan Immortal Pagoda was dragged by an invisible force and slowly opened.

At this moment, the crowd went crazy and swarmed towards the Tibetan Immortal Pagoda.

However, there is only one door, but people are boundless.

Everyone wants to be the first to walk into the Tibetan Immortal Pagoda and be the first to get the immortal treasure. In an instant, the sound of swords was endless, and people frantically fought to kill those who stood in their way.

At this moment, this place seems to have turned into a battlefield, with sorrow and mourning, and rivers of blood. In just one breath, half of them were slaughtered to the ground.

The moment the bell rang, the ink knife instantly rushed into the crowd.

No shots, no swords. The ink knife was like a leaf, shuttling through the crowd, no matter how they pushed and shoved, how they slashed at each other, the ink knife only turned slightly sideways, flashing.

During this period, someone performed his trick and jumped on top of the crowd. Vainly trying to trample on the crowd and pass by with strength. But that person just jumped up, and immediately became the target of everyone, and was dismembered by everyone.

"You don't know how miserable we've been since you left. Liao Chutian said to himself, not realizing that the ink knife was no longer by his side.

"We encountered robbers and then a sandstorm, and we finally rushed out, and the two women were separated from me again. I walked and walked alone in the desert, I don't know how long, and I almost starved to death in the desert. Thankfully, I found this at the end. Liao Chutian shook his head again as he spoke.

"I thought we were finally saved, but who knew that the people here didn't recognize our 'money' at all. Only the kind of antique copper coins. Where can I find them? I was hungry and thirsty, and I had no choice but to grab it. I can't be blamed for that, who told them not to sell me food. You said I did the right thing, in that case, you would have robbed it. That Liao Chutian said, wanting Mo Dao to judge for him. At this time, he realized that the ink knife was long gone.

"What about people! Lao Tzu has been talking for a long time, and he has said it in vain!" Liao Chutian looked around, and finally found the ink knife in the crowd.

"You wait for Lao Tzu! Don't be caught by me!" Liao Chutian shouted and rushed into the crowd.

Although Liao Chutian said so, he knew that he was not the opponent of the ink knife. He wanted to find the ink knife, more because he had a better hope of survival by the side of the ink knife.

Even the dungeon of the Crossing World Hall could escape, Liao Chutian really didn't know where else in this world could trap the ink knife.

Rushing into the crowd in an instant, Liao Chutian also didn't make a move, and learned to use his skills in the shape of an ink knife. It's not that he can't bear to kill, and it's not that he has absolute confidence in his own body.

It's that Liao Chutian doesn't want to waste his energy here, after all, this is the first time he has participated in this treasure hunting conference, and no one knows what kind of danger there will be inside.

Seeing Liao Chutian rushing over, the outermost crowd turned sideways one after another, as if they knew how powerful Liao Chutian was.

But as they went deeper, those people inside, even though they knew that Liao Chutian was skilled, would never back down half a step. People die for money, these four words are vividly embodied at this time.

Finally, Liao Chutian squeezed to the front of the crowd, but at this time, he saw that the ink knife had entered the Tibetan Immortal Pagoda.

"Wait for me!" Liao Chutian shouted. It's just that his voice didn't stop the ink knife after all.