Then, a strange scene appeared. The hundreds of bats shook violently, as if they had been hit hard. The next moment, they fell to the ground and died.

The same goes for ink knives. The moment the roar appeared, Modao only felt as if he had been punched hard in the chest, his throat tightened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Modao's eyes went dark and he fainted.

I don't know how long later, a voice sounded in Modao's ear, waking him up.

"Hey, wake up, don't play dead. Liao Chutian said as he kicked the ink knife with his foot.

Consciousness is still a little blurry, and the gaze is still wandering. can be at the moment when Liao Chutian's foot kicks the ink knife. The ink knife rolled over and stood up, followed by a turn, and his left leg extended straight back. With a snap, a middle-aged figure flew out. Instinct, all the movements of the ink knife are just instinct, hundreds of reincarnations, tens of thousands of times of fighting with immortals, so that the ink knife has this instinct.

"Have you always wanted to kill me?" Liao Chutian's angry voice came, and at this time Liao Chutian was reluctantly getting up, he got up very slowly, as if he had exhausted all his strength with just one standing posture.

"Where is this?" asked Modao when he finally came to his senses.

"I don't know!" replied Liao Chutian.

He didn't continue to ask, but looked around at the familiar environment. The ink knife recognized that this was still the cave where he was before. It's just that the cave is a little different from before. The cave that should have been dark was shining brightly.

The light was reddish, and the light source was within the cave wall. The light flickered, very slowly, and the heart beat at a frequency that made the stone wall look like it was alive.

"That roar ......" Modao thought of the roar, the roar that almost killed him, but also saved him. Could it be a demon?

"You don't ask?" Seeing the ink knife standing still, Liao Chutian said unwillingly. He really wanted Modao to beg himself once, for the sake of face. Ever since he met Modao, Liao Chutian has felt that he has always suffered losses, which makes him feel very shameless.

Ignoring Liao Chutian, the ink knife continued to walk towards the depths of the cave.

The ink knife walked very slowly, and his injuries were severe. Especially the roar at the end, Modao had a feeling that the roar seemed to be for him.

"Don't you want to know how I survived?" Liao Chutian continued to ask.

Stopped, and looked back at Liao Chutian. Mo Dao was indeed a little curious about why Liao Chutian, who had already fallen to the ground and passed out, was still alive, especially after that roar appeared.

Facing the inquiring gaze of the ink knife, Liao Chutian suddenly smiled, he smiled very happily, like a child who finally realized his wish. "I won't tell you!" Liao Chutian laughed after speaking, his wish was fulfilled. But he only laughed for a moment, because one foot was already imprinted on his chest, and the next moment, a scream was heard......

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"Demon!" Liao Chutian said hatefully as he followed behind the ink knife.

Finally, the two of them came to the end of the cave. What catches your eye is a relatively open stone chamber.

The stone room was not very large, the size of an ordinary bedroom, although it was not big, it was unusually high, so high that you couldn't even see the top, and when you looked up, you could only see a pitch black. In the darkness, six wrist-thick iron locks hung down. I don't know how long the iron lock has existed, and it's full of rust.

Beneath the iron lock, a figure knelt on a stone slab. The slate was blood-red, as if it contained endless blood. At this moment, the stone slab was flickering slightly, and the frequency was the same as the frequency of the red light flashing on the stone wall before.

"Let me out. The figure opened its eyes suddenly, and a hoarse voice came out, in a commanding tone. He was skinny, so thin that you could see the bones in his body. The six wrist-thick iron locks were embedded in his back, one lock and one bone. It makes people chill when they see it.

Facing the man's gaze, Mo Dao only felt a breathtaking coldness coming towards him, and couldn't help but take a step back. Liao Chutian was even more exaggerated, and turned around and fled back to the cave, only leaking half of his head and peeking at it.

"Hey, hey, run!" Liao Chutian glanced frantically at the ink knife, his voice was very small, as if he was afraid that the thin poor figure would hear it.

didn't move, because the figure in front of him was exactly what Modao came here for. It's just that at this moment, the ink knife hesitated a little. He was worried, worried about whether he would be alive after releasing the demon in front of him.

When the demon is not completed, he must kill the master first. Based on this, the ink knife dared to release the demon. But the demon in front of him has obviously become a great man and has turned into a human form. It's just that this demon is a little different, ordinary demons, either silent and only know how to kill, or crazy and abnormal, only know destruction. But what they all have in common is that they have no sense to speak of, everything is instinctive.

Observe the demon in front of you, observe its looks, and listen to its words. Modao always felt that he was not facing a demon, but a person.

"Let me out. The figure commanded again.

"Good. It was useless to think about it, and the ink knife happily agreed.

The ink knife slowly walked behind the demon's body. I saw the devil's life seal. Releasing the demon is as simple as tearing up the life seal.

The Seal of Life, the Seal of the Devil's Talisman. Refining this thing is extremely cumbersome.

A man and a woman must be killed first, and they must be newly married and unmarried.

Then he used the immortal method to detain the soul of one of them. Use means to bring the resentment in the soul's heart to its peak.

It was then sealed in a sigil by a secret method and fed with a dead corpse.

Over time, the soul will be reborn from the sigil. And the sigil will become a weapon used to seal the demon and control the demon.

As for the means, the resentment in the soul heart reaches the extreme. It all depends on the immortal's personal preference.

For example, the demon encountered by the ink knife before, the immortal who refined the demons, detained the soul of the man in it, and then let the soul witness his wife being ravaged and dissected on the street.

Reaching out, the ink knife ripped off the life mark on the demon's back and tore it up.

The moment the life seal was destroyed, the momentum on the thin figure skyrocketed. Waves of air blew in all directions, like a violent wind.

Smack, smack...... There were a few crisp sounds, and the iron lock also broke one after another.

After getting out of trouble, the demon instantly came to the ink knife and stared at the ink knife with two dull eyes.

Looking at the hollow eyes like an abyss, the ink knife felt as if his soul was about to be sucked in.

"I seem to know you. The demon said, and began to sniff the ink knife with his nose, and then said with some disappointment: "You are not him, you are less than him." ”

After speaking, the demon let out a long roar, and his body instantly took off into the air, running out of the cave along the ink knife when it came.

"Damn!" Liao Chutian was scolding, scolding why the ink knife was so stupid, and he really let that thing out.