In the dark, when the ink knife came back to his senses, he realized that his back had been wet with sweat for some time.

Just one voice, just that whisper.

But when facing him, the ink knife was afraid, for the first time, the first time the ink knife felt fear, felt fear.

It was an instinct, a fear that came from the depths of the soul. In the face of that voice, the ink knife couldn't even raise a trace of fighting intent, let alone a trace of desire to survive.

All I have in my mind is a blank space.

"Who's that. Modao couldn't help but ask.

"That's a secret you shouldn't know, and it's a fate we can't resist. The strange man said aloud, with a hint of loneliness and lowness in his voice.

With that, he turned away, and his back gradually melted into the darkness.

It was a long time before a voice came.

"Then it's time for you to rebel against your own fate, and I hope you won't die so easily, and you won't be reincarnated again so easily, of course, if he allows you to be reincarnated. ”

As his words fell, Ink Dao's eyes began to light up.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself back in the clearing.

The old man in front of him was looking at himself nervously.

The moment he returned to reality, he only felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and then it surged all over his body in an instant, and his internal organs were gradually melting like fire.

Ink Knife knew that it was the toxin that was eating away at his body.

Gradually, the ink knife felt weaker and weaker, and he couldn't even make the slightest sound.

His consciousness began to blur gradually, but this time, his consciousness did not go anywhere, there was no sea of blood, there was no darkness, but it remained in reality.

"Am I going to die?" "Ink Knife didn't know how to resist the poison, let alone how to deny the fact that he was poisoned.

"Obsession. Suddenly, the ink knife remembered what the old man had said, the realm was transformed by the obsession in his heart, and he used the strong obsession to turn into a will to deny the fact of poisoning.

Ink Knife remembered what the old man said, and after that, Ink Knife began to try, trying to deny the fact that he was poisoned, relying on his own thoughts.

But after trying it for a long time, I realized that it was far more difficult than I imagined.

How is it possible for a man to deny the facts, to deny his own death, by his own will alone. This requires at least one reason.

"Think back to the obsession in your heart! What is your obsession and what are you living for!" said the old man nervously on the side, he was guiding the ink knife and letting the ink knife use the obsession in his heart.

"What's my obsession?" Ink Knife whispered, recalling.

"Kill immortals!" Mo Dao was the first to think of his mission, which was the only reason for his existence. When he came to this world, all he had to do was kill immortals. Flash Dance

"Kill!" Suddenly, he was already poisonous, and the ink knife that was on the verge of death let out a low cry from his mouth.

At that moment, an almost substantial killing intent instantly poured out from the ink knife's body, and the killing intent was almost visible.

In a trance, there seemed to be a thin layer of black mist shrouded around the ink knife.

"Huh?!" For a moment, the old man only felt the temperature around him plummet, as if he was in the middle of winter.

The body trembled even more unconsciously.

"Such a strong killing intent, such a terrifying murderous aura. The old man said with some sighs. "It's the first time I've seen a person's killing intent reach such terrifying levels. ”

"Could it be that his realm is killing?!" the old man couldn't help but say loudly, his eyes full of shock.

If that's the case...... "There are only legends in the realm of killing, but no one can have it, because no one will use killing as a reason to live."

But at this moment, the killing intent on the ink knife is like telling that the ink knife is a person born to kill.

For a moment, a trace of murderous intent flashed in the old man's eyes.

He hoped that the Ink Knife would enter the country, because then the demon would come into contact, but he also decided that he could not keep the Ink Knife.

In the realm of killing, if such a person grows up, he will ...... in the future The old man didn't dare to imagine it anymore.

But just when the old man had already decided to kill the ink knife when he entered the country.

The aura on the ink knife's body suddenly changed, and the killing intent receded like a tide in an instant.

"Could it be a failure?!" Feeling the killing intent on the ink knife retreating, the old man couldn't help but say aloud.

"Reason?, the reason why I live is to kill immortals?" Modao asked himself. "What about after the immortals are killed, do I have no reason to live?"

Ink Knife couldn't answer.

"But if killing immortals is not the reason for my life, then what is?" Ink Dao tried to find the answer to this question.

But he thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't find an answer that satisfied him.

"What is the reason for living?" seems to be stuck in an infinite loop, and Modao asks himself over and over again.

Suddenly, the ink knife was stunned.

"Why do you need a reason to live?" a voice sounded from Modao's heart.

"Who stipulates that there must be a reason to live!" For a moment, Modao suddenly found that he seemed to have figured it out.

As for what he figured out, even Modao himself didn't know, but he just knew that he had figured it out. He found a reason, or rather, he cut off the reason.

"There has never been any reason, I live because I want to live myself, I command me to live myself!"

"Since 'I' will be poisoned, then I will kill the 'me' who will be poisoned!"

In an instant, the killing intent on the ink knife appeared again, stronger than the last time, and even more intense than the last time. Flash Dance

The black mist, at this moment, completely turned red, not so ethereal, rich as blood, floating around the ink knife.

"What is this?!" The old man on the side saw the sudden red mist, his face changed instantly, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

At that moment, even he had a hint of fear in his heart. A fear that comes from instinct, from the soul.

Suddenly, the highly poisonous ink knife in his body turned over violently.

His eyes did not recover, and he was still scattered and confused, like a dying man. But the killing intent on his body was so strong.

With the broken knife in his hand, the ink knife slashed at himself, stabbing the whole knife into his chest.

The blood was left in an instant, staining all the ground under the Ink Knife's feet red, but the Ink Knife regained consciousness at this moment.

"If you want to die, then I'll kill you first!" said Ink Knife softly, and then his eyes went dark, and he finally fell.

He ...... What did you do?" glaring at the ink knife, he saw that the ink knife suddenly swung the knife and slashed itself, and the old man said puzzled.

At this moment, the killing intent on the ink knife also disappeared, and the breath on his body was even more inaudible, no different from a dead person.

When he came to the ink knife, the old man gently probed the ink knife's snort, and when he found the ink knife, he was about to lose his breath. He shook his head in disappointment.

"It seems that it still failed. The old man said aloud.

"Won't the method I've created work?" thought the old man.

"No!" Suddenly, the old man shook his head violently. "My method can't fail! I must not doubt myself. The old man's face changed instantly, and when he spoke, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, as if he had been injured internally.

"No, I will never doubt myself!" said the old man over and over again, and it was not until a long time later that he gradually calmed down, and his face was no longer so ugly.

"No, I have to find someone who can successfully enter the country, otherwise, sooner or later I will go mad. The old man thought to himself.

At this moment, three hours have passed.

Seeing that the ink knife was already certain to die, the old man turned around and wanted to leave, looking for the next person for him to experiment.

At this moment, the ink knife, which was already mortal, suddenly moved.

The ink knife struggled to put his hand into his arms, which seemed to be a very simple action, but the ink knife did it for a long time, until he used all his strength to take out a porcelain bottle in his arms.

It was the medicine he had asked for from the cut water.

The poison on the body has been resolved, and the ink knife knows it just by feeling.

But now he is facing another problem, his injuries are so severe that he could die at any moment.

At this time, the ink knife suddenly remembered the wound medicine he got from the broken water.

Take one out and put it in your mouth.

Swallowing one, the ink knife suddenly felt a warm current on its own wounds rushing to its body. In just an instant, he regained some strength.

Then, the ink knife pulled out the broken knife that stabbed him.

The moment the knife came out, blood should have been splashed everywhere, but on the wound of the ink knife, there was not half a drop of blood spilled. It seems to be firmly locked by some force.

Then, the wound began to heal at a rate visible to the naked eye.

However, after ten breaths, there was no scar on the chest of the ink knife.

The old man on the side looked at it, his eyes full of disappointment, and even anger. In his opinion, the ink knife had such a miracle medicine on it, and he must not be able to feel the despair of life and death.

He expected that the ink knife must have failed.

Looking at such an ink knife, where did the old man still have the slightest appreciation in his heart, and he would not continue to entangle the ink knife to learn his boxing techniques.

With a cold snort, the old man disappeared in a flash.

After the old man disappeared, a voice came at the same time, and the voice was ethereal, so that people didn't know where the source of the voice was.

"Three hours have passed, and you are doing it yourself. ”

Looking at the direction in which the old man disappeared, Modao knew that the mysterious old man had left.

Now Modao has to face the people who are chasing him behind.

At this time, the ink knife will no longer be as helpless as before in the face of those people.

The realm, he has mastered it, although he doesn't know what his realm is called, but the ink knife can feel its existence, and he can feel his own changes.

Above the house, sit on her knees.

Sweat on his forehead.

Just now, she felt an unusually powerful killing intent, so terrifying that it almost made her feel the urge to turn around and run away.

It was the first time that Darkness had faced such a terrifying situation.

"Who the hell is it that actually comprehends the realm of killing. Darkly whispered. "Could it be ......" Suddenly, she remembered the man who had ordered her to wait there for three hours.

"It should be that adult, and only that adult can do such an amazing thing. ”

Three hours had passed, and the darkness turned over and rose.

The paper had been taken into her arms, and she secretly intended to keep it as a keepsake. After all, not everyone can see that person.

"This time, I'm not going to let you run away again. Dark said in his heart, and then sped in the direction of the ink knife.

It only took a moment to come to the open space where the ink knife was.

didn't leave, and Modao knew that someone would definitely chase him.

Standing there and waiting like this, Modao wanted to know what level his realm was, so he needed an opponent now.

And those who pursued behind him were his best choice.

"You didn't even run away?" looked at the ink knife standing in place, and said with some surprise.

His voice was not very good, and even a little indifferent.

But with a different taste, maverick, this is the feeling of the dark voice. Just listening to this voice, you can also imagine that its face hidden under the mask must be extraordinary.

Without replying, Modao held his hand across the knife in front of him.

Without taking the lead, the ink knife maintained a horizontal knife movement and stood in place.

If it had been changed before, the ink knife would never have done this.

He was the first to strike, without the slightest hesitation. Because the one who strikes first will definitely stand ahead.

But this time, the ink knife didn't do it. He wanted to know if he could withstand the situation of the woman in front of him.

Because before, the realm used by the man who had been chasing him had no effect on this woman.

Mo Dao expected that this woman's realm should be able to figure out with that man, or even stronger.

If he could not be affected by this woman's realm at this moment, the ink knife would be more confident to deal with the man who was chasing him.

Mo Dao has already decided that none of these people who are chasing and killing him will be spared.

For those who have murderous intentions towards themselves, the ink knife will never be left.

"I seem to be underestimated. Seeing that the ink knife did not escape, he also put on a fighting posture, and sneered darkly.

She thought that Modao had made such a move because he saw that she was alone.

But Darkness wasn't angry at being underestimated, it was the result she wanted to see.

Making people underestimate the enemy has always been what Dark is good at, and it is for this reason that she has always chosen one person to fight the enemy. In order to make others let their guard down, so as to find an opportunity to kill with one blow.

Coupled with the fact that she is a woman herself, this innate condition makes her even more powerful.

Not talking nonsense, she shot secretly and fiercely, and did not use the upper realm, in her opinion, the ink knife was not worth her use.

In an instant, he rushed to the front of the ink knife, and stabbed forward with the long sword in his hand, leaving only an afterimage at a fast speed, and the tip of the sword went straight to the throat of the ink knife.

This seems to be a simple sword, but Dark uses a very weird-looking posture.

At this time, she rushed to the ink knife, but suddenly turned around, turned her back to the ink knife, and then lowered her body and leaned back, swinging the sword out.

"Hmm" Seeing the woman's sudden move, Mo Dao was slightly stunned, because he didn't feel a trace of pressure.

"Is it because I've already entered the country? They couldn't help but think of it, but when she saw the woman swinging her sword in that strange posture, she instantly understood.

It's not that I don't feel pressure because I entered the country, but the woman in front of me is useless at all.

Mo Dao guessed that this woman must have thought that he was not worthy of her own use, so she swung her sword in that strange posture, intending to fight her with moves.

(End of chapter)