"Immortal?" the young man obviously saw the foreshadowing of the ink knife, and he was startled, with a hint of fear in his eyes. Flash Dance

The ink knife was also stunned, when did he become an immortal? As soon as he saw the mortal characters on the stone tablet, the ink knife knew that it was a status symbol. The ink knife didn't care, but when it was his turn, Fan turned into an immortal.

"Are you an immortal?" the old man asked aloud, and when he spoke, he had a strange piece of yellow paper in his hand. On the yellow paper, there is a bright red shocking character. Obviously, this is the old man's reliance on to deal with immortals.

"It's not. Ink Knife said aloud.

Although he received an answer, the old man obviously did not believe it, because the words on the stone tablet could not be faked.

"Whether you are an immortal or not, when you come to the Valley of the Gods, you must abide by the rules here. The old man said.

Mo Dao didn't say much, as usual silent.

The old man stared at the ink knife for a long time before he said, "Enter the valley." ”

As he spoke, he walked to the huge iron door, clasped his hands together and closed his mouth slightly, not knowing what he had said. The huge iron door suddenly creaked and opened.

Then, the group followed the old man's steps and walked into the iron gate.

Before entering the interior, the old man gave each of them a mask.

The mask is white, the shape is uniform, and there are only two holes in the eyes.

Don't you know where he hid these masks, and he saw that the old man kept taking out masks from his bosom and distributing them to everyone, but he didn't give them to the ink knife.

When the people put on the masks, they found that the masks automatically fit into their faces. No matter how you shake it, it won't fall.

"Why do you wear a mask?" one of them asked.

"You can choose not to bring it. The old man said indifferently and said no more. Then lead the crowd into the iron gate.

Finally, the group passed through the iron gate and came to the Valley of the Absolute Gods. It is said to be a valley, but there is a hole here. There is no imaginary darkness, enter the valley, and the vision will brighten instantly.

At this moment, everyone found that they were standing outside a very quaint hall. And it was the sun overhead that gave light to shine. But they clearly remember why they can still see the sun when they have come to the underground. A group of people were puzzled, but no one asked. They were attracted by the sudden fight.

I saw that the young man who was looking at the ink knife before, with fear in his eyes, suddenly rushed behind the ink knife, and without saying much, he clenched his fist with one hand and hit the back of the ink knife's head.

Feeling the sound of the wind behind him, the ink knife turned around instantly, and at the same time as he turned around, the knife in his hand had already moved, and he went straight to the arm that was coming towards him from top to bottom.

But at the moment of the shot, the face of the ink knife suddenly changed, and the knife in his hand was much slower than usual. Flash Dance

There was no flashing of the knife, no blood splashing, and no severed arm falling, but the ink knife himself, which was firmly punched by the young man, and his body flew out in an instant.

"Do you still think you're a high immortal outside?" the young man's eyes showed disdain. "Here, you're not even as good as a powerless mortal. ”

The ink knife had already stood up at this moment, and there was still blood on his face. He was injured by the young man, and from the strength of his shot, the ink knife could easily tell that the man really wanted to kill him. But why?

It's not that he doesn't understand why the young man killed him, Mo Dao never cares about this kind of thing, people live in the world and are either killed or killed. There's no reason for that.

What puzzled Modao was why he had become so like.

Not only is the speed no longer as before, but the strength is a few notches different from before.

"Could it be!" Ink Knife suddenly remembered what Yahime had said earlier. "All immortals will become mortals after entering the Valley of the Gods. "I think of the foreshadowing that appeared on the stele before. Modao finally understood that he had become a mortal at this moment.

But that doesn't make sense, because he's not an immortal.

But no matter what he said, at this moment, the ink knife has really become a mortal, and now there is a person who is good at a glance standing in front of him, wanting to kill him.

"Killing?" the young man sneered. "If you're not an immortal, how can you kill you?" I'll kill you today!" he said again. The old man beside him suddenly stopped: "Qingfeng, have you forgotten the rules here?" The old man's voice was low, and there was obviously a hint of displeasure in his tone.

Hearing the old man's voice, the young man named Qingfeng's face changed instantly, and he hurriedly said, "Don't dare." ”

"You're one of my most powerful disciples, and I don't want to see you die inexplicably and become the corpse hanging on the stone wall, you know. The old man said.

"I understand. Qingfeng lowered his head, with a gesture of admitting his mistake, but the corner of his eye kept staring at the ink knife, with a deep hatred.

"The first martial arts fight will start in a month. At that time, you can naturally take revenge. The hatred in Aomine's eyes did not hide from the old man's eyes.

"I understand. Qingfeng responded, and then looked at the ink knife and said coldly: "I will give you a month to live, and when you start fighting, it will be your death." ”

Wait? Ink knives never wait. No matter who has killing intent towards him, the ink knife will strike at the first time and kill that person to get rid of future troubles. What's more, the ink knife wants to try whether cutting off people's hands and feet will be punished by the rules.

Although he is now ignorant of the mysterious rules of the ink knife, the ink knife is not afraid. Even if he is really killed by it, the ink knife can be reincarnated again.

Thinking of this, the ink knife instantly struck. The ink knife, which was no longer as fast as before, also rushed towards Qingfeng with strange steps like the old man before.

This is the step that the ink knife has realized in the underground city, and it has never had a chance to use it, and against mortals, the ink knife does not need to use any moves, just swing the knife and slash each other.

But now it was different, the speed of the ink knife was extremely slow, and in order to kill the man in front of him, the ink knife had to use martial arts.

Originally, he planned to surround the ink knife with his life, but when he was fighting at the beginning of the martial arts, he killed the ink knife. But when Qingfeng saw that the ink knife dared to take the initiative, he couldn't help but smile on his face.

Although he still can't kill the ink knife, he can at least beat the ink knife until he is half dead.

Thinking of this, the young man also made an instant move, and rushed towards the ink knife with strange steps.

The old man originally wanted to stop it, but when he saw the almost substantial killing intent in Qingfeng's eyes, he gave up.

The two got together and hit one place in an instant.

Aomine's speed was obviously faster than that of the ink knife, and with the strange pace it relied on, it instantly turned into a series of afterimages, surrounding the ink knife.

During this period, Aomine kept punching, and a pair of fists whirred into the wind, like a hammer of pig iron, smashing into the ink knife.

But he attacked for a long time, but he didn't punch the ink knife.

Seeing the ink knife at this moment, it was like a fallen leaf, moving with the wind, and every time Qingfeng swung his fist, the ink knife figure also moved away. Dodged his fists by a fraction of a second.

At the same time, the ink knife also shot, and when the body moved sideways, the hand broke the knife and went straight to Qingfeng to slash, because it couldn't kill, the ink knife constantly controlled the angle of the broken knife, and every blow looked at Qingfeng's arm.

But Qingfeng's speed was too fast, and although the ink knife saw his figure clearly, his movements couldn't keep up with his eyes. Each knife was dodged by Aomine.

The two of them were fighting like this, and although neither of them was injured, neither of them could hurt anyone.

The old man in the distance was staring wide-eyed at the moment, looking at the figure of the ink knife in a daze. It's just because he's never seen anything like this.

In the eyes of the old man, the ink knife at this moment was like a falling feather, and Qingfeng's fists were the wind.

No matter how strong the wind is, it can't hurt the feather, it only blows it.

Thinking of the body method he used, the old man suddenly had a feeling of being ashamed.

Ye Maddao on the side also widened his eyes, not because the ink knife was outstanding, but because he couldn't believe it. In the face of a mortal, the ink knife would be so indistinguishable from it.

In the past, every time the ink knife was shot, it was all a knife to destroy the enemy. Now that dozens of rounds have passed, he has not been able to hurt the young man, which makes Ye Crazy Dao a little surprised.

"Do you want to help?" Ye Maddao thought in his heart. The blood knife was already in his hand, but after a few moments, he took it back again. He didn't believe that with the skill of the ink knife, he would be so inseparable from the young man, and he felt that the ink knife must have some deep meaning in doing so. If he made a move at this moment, he might destroy the original plan of the ink knife.

I have to say that Ye Crazy Dao guessed wrong. Ink Dao didn't have any plans at all, he really couldn't kill the young man in front of him in a short period of time.

Ye Mad Dao couldn't see it, but Yu Man on the side saw the change in the ink knife at this moment.

She stared at the ink knife, her expression on her face changed and changed, and she wanted to speak several times.

"Could it be that he is really an immortal?" Yu Man thought in his heart, "Then what he did before was a lie to me?" Thinking of this, Yu Man's eyes suddenly turned cold when he looked at the ink knife.

The ink knife and Na Qingfeng didn't know how long they fought.

Seeing it, Modao saw that sweat began to appear on the forehead of the young man in front of him, and his fists were no longer as sharp as they were at the beginning.

On the other hand, the ink knife, the physical strength is still the same. Because the body he uses is not very physically demanding.

Finally, after a punch swing from Aomine, Modao found a glimmer of opportunity.

The figure rushed forward violently, and came to the front of Aomine, at this time he and Aomine were not close enough, and they were almost close together.

Aomine was shocked when he saw this, and he didn't understand what the ink knife was going to do, but he didn't have to think about it to know that it must not be a good deed. Aomine's feet were strong, and he was ready to pull back.

But the ink knife in front of it suddenly turned sharply, took one foot as the axis, came behind it, and slashed from the bottom to the top with the knife in his hand.

At this time, the ink knife was facing away from Qingfeng, which was a perfect opportunity for Qingfeng to make a sneak attack. But when he saw the ink knife hand interrupting the knife slash, he panicked instantly. Just blindly dodging.

He didn't know that this dodge was instantly in the arms of the ink knife.

Originally, it was a backward force, but at the moment it was moving forward, which made Aomine's figure stunned. At the end, he dodged the broken knife in the ink knife's hand.

But the ink knife turned over violently with the power of the sword, and his feet were suddenly added to Qingfeng's neck.

At this moment, the ink knife only needs a little force to break Aomine's neck. But the ink knife did not do so, to the point that it had nothing to do with the mysterious rule, but because he could not kill.

Without turning around and twisting Aomine's neck, the ink knife continued to roll forward. Even Aomine jumped up.

Without ground support, Qingfeng couldn't find a place to borrow strength when he wanted to move his body at this moment.

And the ink knife saw this, and cut the knife in his hand and slashed straight towards Qingfeng's legs.

In an instant, blood splattered, and Qingfeng's legs were cut off instantly.

After one move, the ink knife stood firmly on the ground, looking at Na Qingfeng, who was holding his severed legs and wailing constantly.

"You!" Seeing this, the old man on the side quickly rushed forward, glaring at the ink knife.

"I didn't kill anyone. Facing the angry old man, Modao was born and said. At the same time, we are ready to shoot at any time. The ink knife wants to explore, where is the bottom line of that mysterious rule.

Surprisingly, the old man did not move, although his eyes were about to burst into flames.

With his hands pointing, he squatted down and clicked a few times on Qingfeng's body. A strange scene appeared, and I saw that the wounds on Qingfeng's legs no longer had blood flowing out.

"You, carry him on your back. The old man turned to look at the crowd, and called out a man from the crowd and said.

It was a thin little man, trembling and trembling in front of Aomine, carrying Aomine on his back.

"Keep up!" the old man said hatefully, and at the same time glanced at the ink knife viciously, noted the appearance of the ink knife, and led the crowd towards the top of the main hall.

The ink knife didn't say much, he didn't make a move, although he had a body to protect himself, but the ink knife didn't feel that he was the old man's opponent now.

A man followed the old man and walked towards the great hall.

During this period, a lot of people also came together. Like them, they all wore masks, making it difficult for people to see clearly.

But one of them was very special, a man without arms. And from the traces of blood on his clothes, it is not difficult to guess that his arm has just been cut off.

The man melted into the crowd and instantly spotted the ink knife, first stunned, and then his eyes exposed through the mask instantly welled up with hatred.

"I didn't expect him to be an immortal. The man whispered. "Whether it's an immortal or not, I just gave me a chance to take revenge. "I didn't rush to do it, because Li Qingyang had no hands to move at this moment.

Not to mention that now is not the time to kill. It's just that he has decided that when the time comes to fight, he must kill the ink knife to avenge the broken arm.

"Eagle old ghost, have you found seedlings?" a short and fat old man came to the old man who led the ink knife into the valley, and asked.

"Get out of the way, dwarf melon. The old man, known as the Eagle Old Ghost, cursed, his face filled with anger. His proud disciple had his legs cut off, which made him not angry.

"It seems that there is none. The old man, known as the dwarf winter melon, laughed. Then he triumphantly looked at a long-haired young man with a long sword in his team.

The young man remained silent, and his eyes were full of indifference. Like ice, just like its hair, it was snow-white and exuded with a chill.

At this moment, the young man was also in the crowd, but even so, it was difficult to hide the terrifying momentum on him.

(End of chapter)