The image kept repeating in the eyes of the ink knife, and the three people were also being killed over and over again. 35xs

There was no fluctuation in the ink knife's heart.

Modao felt that he should know them, and according to the old man, these three people should be his close people.

But because of the blood that led to the sky, the ink knife forgot everything, so the three people were just unfamiliar with the ink knife now.

And for strangers, Modao never cares whether they live or die.

Seeing that the ink knife was stunned, he was silent. The old man knew that Modao was falling into a fantasy, and he wanted to go away, and when Modao woke up, he would kill Modao again.

He didn't want Modao to die like this.

But he had only taken two steps before Modao's eyes returned to clarity, and he had already woken up from his hallucination.

"Why didn't he fall into the illusion?" the old man was puzzled when he noticed the change in the ink knife.

At this moment, the ink knife already had an understanding of this Luo Bing's poison.

It's just that Modao doesn't understand, since he can't bear this kind of joy and sorrow and begs for death, why doesn't he commit suicide. Don't you dare?

"It's not that they don't dare, but they are reluctant, reluctant to want in their hearts, reluctant to give up the dream they want in their hearts. The old man came to the ink knife and said slowly.

"Reluctant?" said Modao, a word he didn't quite understand.

"Yes. It's just that he is reluctant, so he begs others to kill him. The old man explained.

Modao shook his head, still not understanding.

"It's normal that you don't understand, because your state of mind is different from ordinary people. You are different from them, you only do what you think is right, and they are swayed by their desires. The old man seemed to know the ink knife very well.

"You should know that person. The old man said, pointing to Li Kun, who was wailing in pain. "Aren't you going to help him?"

"Why?" replied Inkknife. It's not impossible to ask him to make a move, as long as there is enough reason or benefit.

"That's what makes you different from other people. The old man had a smile on his lips, as if he was satisfied with Modao's answer.

"By the way, I'm curious, what you just saw. Why is there not the slightest expression on the face. "There may not be desire, but the old man thinks that the ink knife must have something to make him sad and painful.

With only the character of the ink knife, it will definitely be accompanied by killing, and it will definitely bring danger to the people around him.

"Dead people. Ink Knife replied.

"Your relatives?" said the old man.

"Yes. Modao didn't want to expose his amnesia, so he said for sure.

"Aren't you sad?" the old man curious.

"Why are you sad?"

"If your loved ones die tragically in front of you over and over again, anyone will be sad and sad. "The old man said as a matter of course, this is also human nature.

"Dead is dead, what's the use of being sad?" This kind of people's common feelings, but the ink knife doesn't understand. 35xs

"It's true that death is just death, but you will regret why you couldn't save yourself at that time. The old man seemed to remember something, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"A man should not be resurrected after death. What's the use of regretting. "Ink knife never regretted it. Maybe he will choose the wrong path, maybe he will guess the wrong ending, but Modao never thinks of another option, he only looks at the present.

"It's not that you can't, but you shouldn't ......" Hearing Modao's words, the old man suddenly fell into deep thought, reciting the word "no" over and over again.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he had figured out something, and suddenly he became enlightened.

"Your word 'should' is used very well, and it makes me figure out one thing that has been bothering me for many years. But you already have a master, otherwise I would have been rewarded with a lifetime of learning. ”

"Are you strong?" asked the Ink Knife, who knew that the old man in front of him was by no means very human, but the Ink Knife still wanted to know how strong it was, because it was very important to the Ink Knife. He wanted to know how much life he could have in the face of a strong man like this old man.

"Well, at least there's no one here who is my opponent. The old man had confidence in his eyes.

"I want to know how strong you are. The ink knife said loudly, and at the same time as he spoke, his body had moved, and an arrow rushed to the front of the old man, and the knife in his hand was waved straight to the old man's throat.

Without sparing the slightest hand, the ink knife knew that he was not the opponent of the old man in front of him.

The ink knife suddenly moved, but there was no trace of surprise in the old man's eyes, as if he had known that this would be the case.

The momentum on his body did not change, he raised one hand lightly, stretched out two fingers, and clamped it when the broken knife came horizontally.

He himself knows best how strong the ink knife is, but such a knife is easily blocked by people with two fingers.

Although it is difficult to clamp the blade to find the right time, it is the strength that is even more difficult.

Modao would never believe that an old man could have such strength, even if he was superb, he was just a mortal.

This is never possible for mortals.

"What?" Seeing that the ink knife suddenly did not move, the old man asked aloud.

"Realm?" said Ink Knife, the only answer he could find.

"You even know the realm?" there was a hint of surprise in the old man's eyes.

Sure enough, when he heard the old man say this, the ink knife knew that he had guessed correctly. Sure enough, there are other uses.

"I want to know how to use it. Ink Knife said aloud.

"Why should I teach you?" said the old man, who suddenly learned the tone of the ink knife.

Modao was silent, just quietly looking at the old man in front of him.

The old man suddenly laughed again. "You can do business, but that's what I figured out on my own, and it's just polite to say that I want to repay you. ”

The ink knife remained silent.

"I can't teach you. The old man still didn't agree with the ink knife, but then he said, "But you can learn." ”

As he spoke, the momentum on the old man's body changed suddenly, and in an instant, those who couldn't stop crying stopped.

They were still crying, they were still shouting, but they couldn't make the slightest sound, like statues.

Only the ink knife, still conscious. But it can't be moved.

The old man shook his head slightly, as if he was a little disappointed, and the momentum on his body also fell, but it was not completely withdrawn.

You can still feel a trace of pressure on the ink knife.

Suddenly, the crying and shouting began again.

The Ink Knife resumed its movements, and the crowd resumed their wailing.

Listening to the cries, the old man seemed to lose interest and was reluctant to do anything more.

At this time, the momentum on the ink knife suddenly changed, and a killing intent like a substance surged out instantly.

Unlike the old man, after the ink knife was used to leave the country, the crowd did not become like statues, but there was fear in their eyes, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

"Kill?!" Like the dark fox's expression, feeling the killing intent on the ink knife, your old man said in disbelief.

"I didn't expect it to be a killing realm. The old man let out a sigh of emotion. "But it should be. ”

"Look, I'll only do one side. As he spoke, he suddenly used the realm to the extreme.

At this moment, the ink knife was not as unable to move as it had begun.

Mo Dao saw the old man raise his arm lightly, and the momentum on his body was completely concentrated to a point.

The ink knife could feel that the old man had concentrated his realm on his fingers. But how to do this, the ink knife does not understand.

I saw that there seemed to be a glimmer of light above the old man's fingers.

"The knife is broken, so I don't think you mind. As he spoke, the old man pressed his fingers violently, as if he was about to break the knife of the ink knife.

Suddenly, I heard a soft snap, and there was blood left on the broken ink knife.

The old man's fingers had been broken, and a white finger bone was exposed.

Ordinary people, if their fingers are broken, they will definitely wail and cry out in pain, but they did not make the slightest sound, but stared at the broken knife of the ink knife with staring deadly.

"What kind of treasure is this?!" exclaimed the old man.

When the old man exerted his strength, the ink knife was still worried that his knife was really clipped, after all, the moment he entered the Absolute God Valley, his knife had already lost its effect.

When the ink knife saw that it was the old man's finger that was broken, he calmed down.

"It's just a broken knife. Ink Knife said aloud. He was still recalling how the old man had just concentrated his realm to a point.

The ink knife has entered the country, but he doesn't know anything about the realm, and only uses it as a kind of coercion.

But I didn't expect that the realm could actually strengthen the human body.

The old man glanced at the broken knife in the ink knife's hand again, and he knew that the ink knife didn't want to say, so he didn't ask again.

Retract your arm and sigh. "It's a big loss. As he spoke, he tore off a piece of his clothing and bandaged his injured fingers.

"How?" asked the ink knife after trying for a moment, and found that he couldn't gather the realm to one point at all, so he couldn't ask out loud.

"I said you could learn, but I wouldn't teach you. When the old man spoke, he did not look at the ink knife, but looked at his injured fingers and shook his head, turned and left.

After the old man left, there was no suppression of the realm, and the crowd returned to normal.

It seems that the effect of the medicine has passed, and everyone wakes up from the illusion.

They stayed in the corner with numb expressions, and no one was saying a word.

"Kill...... Kill me. It was Li Kun again, who came to the ink knife and prayed.

Mo Dao didn't pay attention to it, just remembering the changes in the old man's body and environment before.

At this moment, another person suddenly came to the dungeon.

Unlike the others, the man was dressed in good condition and had a long sword at his waist, and it was clear that he had not been imprisoned.

He came to the side of the ink knife, glanced at the ink knife, did not speak, and then looked down at Li Kun, who was constantly begging the ink knife to kill him.

The man's eyes were gloomy and full of murderous intent, and his appearance looked nine points similar to Li Kun.

"Ziya, is that you!" Seeing the man who suddenly appeared, Li Kun shouted excitedly.

Li Ziya didn't answer, just stared at him like that.

"Ziya, kill me, kill me, isn't that what you've always wanted to do. "Li Kun is not praying for the ink knife, he has found someone who is more willing to kill him.

"Why did I kill you?" Li Ziya suddenly asked, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't you hate me?" Li Kun said.

"Of course I hate you, but I don't want to kill you now. Li Ziya said,

"Why!?" Li Kun didn't understand.

"I think looking at you now, you can take revenge. Li Ziya said the reason, a reason that made Li Kun difficult to accept, let alone unacceptable.

"I'm your father. Li Kun suddenly became excited, this was the first time he had spoken in this tone since he met Li Ziya.

"So what?" Li Ziya was not annoyed, and the smile between the corners of his mouth became stronger.

"You are a big rebel! Pigs and dogs are not as good!" Li Kun cursed loudly, using all the words that could be cursed on Li Ziya's body.

In order to die, he was already a little crazy.

But I don't know that death is actually very simple, just put your hand around your neck. But he didn't dare, but he didn't give up.

This is also where Na Luo Bing is vicious.

The moment you eat it, you will never be able to ask for it, and even because it will become another person, a completely twisted person, a person who only has only desires.

"So what?" said again, Li Ziya said again.

"Don't worry, I will never let you die, only by looking at you like this, I can have the pleasure of revenge. As for your rebellion, I'm sorry, but I never thought of you as my father. ”

"From the moment I escaped, my father was alone. ”

"It was that person who taught me everything, and that person who would help me avenge even if he left a stain on himself. ”

"So, I won't kill you, even for him. Li Ziya came here to kill Li Kun, although Li Ziya specially confessed that he was not allowed to kill Li Kun, but in order not to leave a stain on his master, he decided to disobey this order.

But when he saw Li Kun's current appearance, Li Ziya changed his mind.

Because at that moment, he felt the thrill of revenge.

"Kid, please kill me......" Li Kun's tone softened, he knew that this would be his only chance.

Li Ziya shook his head, "I won't kill you, I want you to live well, only in this way can you feel the torture I suffered before." ”

As he spoke, Li Ziya took out something from his arms.

It was something the size of a fingernail like an ice crystal.

"This is the Luo Bing added to your meal, do you want to?" like a demon's temptation, Li Ziya said with a smile.

"Give it to me!" When Li Kun saw Luo Bing in Li Ziya's hand, where was there still a little bit of death, and he grabbed Li Ziya fiercely.

But just as he was about to catch Luo Bing in Li Ziya's hand, he suddenly stopped.

"No! don't! Don't let me see it. Li Kun stopped himself with the only remaining reason.

"Really, don't?" Li Ziya said, throwing the piece of Luo Bing to the ground and throwing it in front of Li Kun.

Looking at Luo Bing, who was close at hand, Li Kun's body was trembling, as if every cell of his was persuading him to pick up that piece of Luo Bing.

In the end, Li Kun still did not resist the temptation.

Fiercely stretched out his hand and grabbed Luo Bing on the ground.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly flashed and appeared in front of Li Kun.

It was also a thin man, and his sunken eyes proved that he was also tortured by Luo Bing.

When he came to Li Kun's approach, he grabbed the piece of Luo Bing in his hand without waiting for Li Kun to make a move.

It's so fast that even the ink knife can't see it clearly.

Grabbing the piece of Luo Bing in his hand, the man smiled stupidly, and opened his mouth to swallow it.

At this moment, a sword light flashed, and I saw that the man had fallen in a pool of blood.

(End of chapter)