No one expected that the ink knife would be tantamount to suicide. 35xs

Only the master with a thin sword in his hand flashed an expression in his eyes, as if he was not surprised by the ink knife.

In an instant, the figure of the ink knife went straight to the long sword.

There was no dodge, and there was no hand to interrupt the knife to resist.

At this moment, the ink knife is like giving up resistance, and it is an act that is tantamount to suicide.

In an instant, blood splattered, and unsurprisingly, the ink knife was stabbed by the thin sword.

The thin sword didn't even stop for a moment before it pierced through the body of the ink knife and came out.

But the figure of the ink knife did not stop.

There are dozens of sword shadows, and even the ink knife can't tell the difference between them all the time. This was not possible before. But now it's different, in this Absolute God Valley, the ink knife is a mortal.

Without an advantage, he can only rely on physical combat like a mortal.

So the ink knife chose this way. Let the thin sword come out of your body, and with the help of your own body, trap the thin sword. Then he rushed to the front of the man.

The hand broke off the knife swing and went straight to the man's arm.

Because the sword pierced into the body of the ink knife, the man had no way to dodge at this moment.

Another burst of blood, this time belonging to the man, saw the ink knife swing his hand to interrupt the knife, and cut off his arm with a single blow.

The man let out a cry of pain and fell to the ground holding the wound on his shoulder.

Because the pain was unbearable, it kept rolling.

The ink knife also fell to the ground.

After landing on the ground, there was no trace of relaxation in the ink knife's eyes, and the archer slowly drew the long sword that pierced his body and threw it to the ground, and then looked at the people wearing masks. Waiting for the next attack.

The group of people was just as Modao thought, seeing that the man's arm was cut off by Modao, they were about to rush forward and fight Modao to the death in an instant.

At this time, the old man on the side finally spoke: "Stop." He spoke with a slight sigh.

Then he walked up to the ink knife. Stretch out one hand and point two fingers at the ink knife.

Seeing the old man make a move, the ink knife instantly became twelve points of spirit. Duck and dodge.

But this time, it was as if his body was completely out of order. No matter how hard he dodged, he couldn't dodge the old man's fingers.

The old man's fingertips instantly touched the wound of the ink knife.

In the next moment, Mo Dao didn't feel the slightest difference in his body, let alone hurt, but his wound pierced by the long sword was no longer bleeding.

"Come with me. The old man said to the ink knife.

"Why?" I don't know why the old man in front of him helped him, but for this old man who can ignore his own body, Modao doesn't dare to despise it.

"Of course, it's to recuperate. Flash," said the old man.

Without speaking, the ink knife glanced at the cave behind him, and the meaning was obvious, if you were to recuperate from your injuries, the blood pool was a better choice.

"You can't go back there. The old man saw the meaning of the ink knife and said loudly.

Hearing his words, Modao looked at the old man in front of him suspiciously.

"The blood pool can recover from injuries, but everyone only has one chance to enter the blood pool once a month. And you've already been in once. The old man explained to the ink knife.

"Why?" "Inkknife wondered why, or rather, Inkknife wondered if it was a rule, or if it was a rule set by someone.

There is an essential difference between the two, and if it is a rule made by a certain person, it is not a big problem, after all, the rule is always made by a person. But if it is the rule, it means that there is some kind of mysterious power here, which is controlling the Valley of the Absolute Gods.

"It's not a rule, it's not a rule. And you have already absorbed the blood pool energy once, and you must have a month to digest it. If you absorb it again, not only will it not help you recover from your injuries, but it will also destroy your qi and blood. The old man saw what the ink knife was thinking, and replied loudly.

"I'll go back with you. Listening to the old man's words, the ink knife said aloud. Since the pool of blood can no longer help him recover from his injuries, it is better to go to the place where the old man lives to recuperate.

In fact, Modao wanted to go back with the old man in front of him from the beginning, not because he could heal his injuries, but because Modao wanted to know who was an immortal among those who did not wear masks.

From the very beginning of his salute to the old man, the ink knife can know that these people are all the apprentices of the old man, and they must all live in the mountain gate where the old man is.

In order to figure out their identities, Modao could only blend in with the group first.

"Okay, follow me. The old man spoke, turned to lead the way, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes. It's just that no one notices the excitement.

"Daoyou, you are amazing. ”

"Fellow Daoist, where are you from?"

"The family where Daoyou belongs must be a famous family, otherwise how could there be such skills. ”

"Fellow Daoist, what's your name, maybe I know someone from your ancestor. ”

On the way, those who did not wear masks began to answer Modao, and their words were full of admiration.

However, the people wearing masks looked at the ink knife with hostility in their eyes, especially the person whose arm was cut off by the ink knife, and his eyes were even more gloomy and terrifying. I can't wait to shoot and kill the ink knife on the spot now.

He didn't feel that he had lost, he just thought that he was too careless, so that Modao had a chance.

If he had tried it once, he would never have his arm cut off again.

"Fellow Daoist, who is the Immortal King you are binding? 35xs," a middle-aged man without a mask asked, coming to the side of the ink knife.

"Yahime. Instead of being silent as usual, Modao said aloud. It's not that he has changed sex, but that Modao wants to take this opportunity to blend in with them, get to know them, and kill them after determining who the immortals are.

"Night Ji Immortal King?!" the man was taken aback when he heard this, and then looked the ink knife up and down.

"Looking at you, it seems that you haven't been eaten by the Night Lady Immortal King, do you really belong to the Night Lady Immortal King?" there was a hint of doubt in the man's voice.

"Yes. The ink knife answered, and he only knew one night among the fairy kings, so the first name that came to mind was also the night queen. It's just that Modao doesn't understand what the word "eat" means.

"It shouldn't be. The man spoke, and the confusion in his eyes grew thicker and thicker. "You're not very good-looking, but you're really good-looking. I've heard that people like you are the favorite of the Night Ji Immortal King, why didn't she eat you?"

"I don't know. Mo Dao said, pretending to be very absent and helpless at the same time.

Seeing Modao's expression, the man immediately asked, "You don't want to be eaten by her, do you?" Although it is said that the Night Ji Immortal King is extremely beautiful, believe me, you will definitely not want to touch her, because she will eat you don't even have bones left. When the man spoke, he had a look of fear, as if he had remembered something terrible.

Ink Knife smiled and shook his head, and did not answer again, he didn't know much about Yahime. So the more you talk, the more likely you are to show a flaw.

Then, the others asked Modao many questions, but they were all brushed aside.

Finally, the group came to the foot of a mountain gate.

This mountain gate is built by the water and is born by the mountain. Just looking at it like this, it makes people feel comfortable.

With the old man, Modao and others walked into the mountain gate.

After a few commands, the old man dismissed the group, and then came to the main hall with ink knives.

Take out the wound medicine and personally help the ink knife to treat the wound. Its movements are careful and gentle, like that of an elder.

"Well, the injury wasn't serious. A maximum of 7 days after taking the drug will allow for a full recovery. The old man said loudly after bandaging the wound with the ink knife.

"Thank you. Mo Dao said and turned to leave, he was about to go to find the group of people who did not wear masks, but was stopped by the old man.

"Where are you going?" said the old man's business, with concern.

"Go find them. "Ink knives refer to those who do not wear masks.

"Actually, I can give you a mask. As he spoke, the old man took out a white mask from his bosom, the same as the others were wearing.

"In the Valley of the Absolute Gods, immortals are not welcome. There are many outsiders here, because they have been oppressed by immortals all year round, and when they enter the Valley of the Absolute Gods, they will immediately become mortals, so after they came here, they began to take revenge on immortals frantically. ”

"I'd suggest you bring a mask, otherwise it will be a hassle to stay in the Valley of the Absolute Gods. ”

"No need. Modao refused. With the mask on, he couldn't sneak into the herd.

"Really?" the old man asked aloud, he was worried that the ink knife would be in danger, and in a way, it was a kind of concern.

"No, I don't. Ink Knife refused as always.

"Okay. No further persuasion was made. The old man knew that immortals had an incomparable arrogance to ordinary people, which was a habit that had been cultivated all year round. Then he said loudly: "Old man Jing Changqing, if you encounter something that you can't solve, you can come to me." ”

"Good. The ink knife answered, and turned to leave.

Looking at the back of the ink knife, which has always looked very gentle and kind, his gaze suddenly became cold.

"No one can refuse me, you must rise in my hands. Jing Changqing said in a low voice. Then one dodged and disappeared.

Tossing and turning, I met several more men with masks on the way. They were all sent away one by one by the ink knife.

Finally, the Ink Knife found the group of people who were not wearing masks.

"Boss, you're back!" the crowd saw the ink knife and immediately greeted it, and said loudly.

"Boss?" Modao frowned slightly, not understanding why they called themselves like that.

"From this day forward, you are our boss. We've heard that you've hurt the Great Palm. With you to help us back, I see who will dare to bully us in the future. The man said indignantly, with a hint of grievance in his voice, not at all like an immortal.

"Bullying you?" Although at Jing Changqing's place, Modao learned that immortals were not popular in the Valley of the Absolute Gods, Modao did not expect that the status of immortals would become so miserable.

Since it was so miserable, why did the immortals enter the Valley of the Absolute Gods?

"Boss, you probably didn't know it when you first arrived. In the Valley of the Absolute Gods, there are two forces that are incompatible. One of them is those of us who came to the Valley of the Absolute Gods and became mortals. The other group is the natives and the masked mortals. When he spoke, there was a deep hatred and unwillingness in his eyes. "If it's outside, I can turn them all into blood with just a touch of my fingers. ”

"But here we are just like mortals, not even inferior to mortals, so we are being humiliated. For this reason, all the immortals have united and formed a force to fight against those who have bullied us. ”

"Are you saying that there is a force, and all the people in it are immortals?" Modao asked aloud with a shock. At this moment, Mo Dao thought in his heart, as long as he found the location of this power, then he didn't have to bother to determine who was an immortal.

"Yes. But I can't take you with me just yet. The man said, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Why did the ink knife ask out loud.

"Because ......" the man snorted, his face grimacing. In the end, the reason was not stated.

At this moment, another person walked out of the crowd.

"He's worried that you're a spy of the aborigines. The man explained.

"Spy?" the ink knife wondered.

"As you can see, here, only those foreign mortals wear masks, for fear that we immortals will take revenge on them when we go out. But the natives here don't wear masks, because they never come out of the valley. ”

"Aborigines and immortals don't wear masks, so for a while, those outsiders can't tell who is the immortal and who is the aboriginal here. ”

"If they can't tell the difference, they won't dare to act rashly. And although we will become mortals when we enter the Valley of the Absolute Gods, there is still no end to our lifespan, and we can live forever. At first, because of the stele, they would remember what we looked like. But those aborigines and foreign mortals will always be born, old, sick and die one day. ”

Gradually, no one remembers who is an immortal and who is an aborigine. ”

"And we began to secretly form a force to fight against those mortals in the shadows. ”

"Until one day, an aboriginal pretended to be an immortal and mixed in, making us reveal our identities. From now on, we must carefully investigate the new immortals, so as not to make them gaps. ”

"I see. The ink knife answered.

"So we can't take you to meet the other immortals yet. The man said with some embarrassment.

"It doesn't matter. Ink Knife said aloud. Originally, Modao also planned to record the faces of these people, and when it was time to fight, he would kill all the immortals here. But after listening to that person's words, Modao instantly dispelled this thought.

What the Ink Dao has to do at this moment is to gain the trust of these people, let Hou blend into that force, find out all the immortals in the Valley of the Absolute Gods, and then make a move.

It's just that now, the ink knife has something to puzzle.

Since these immortals are living so miserably in the decisive stock, why do they still enter the valley. Mo Dao didn't believe in these immortal associations, and he didn't know that he would become a mortal when he entered the Valley of the Absolute Gods.

If you know, why do you want to enter the Valley of the Gods?

"Is it just for the so-called martial arts?" thought to Modao. Why did the immortal want to learn martial arts again?

As if he could see that the ink knife was wondering something, the man asked aloud: "Boss, what's wrong with you?" Is there any problem, if you can, the little one can help you answer it, after all, I have been trapped here for three hundred years. ”

"Why are you ......" Ink Knife wanted to ask why you wanted to enter the Valley of the Absolute Gods, but when the words came to his mouth, Ink Knife suddenly swallowed back.

(End of chapter)