When the old man saw that the ink knife wanted to escape, he was even more sure that the ink knife was the person sent by Qianwen Tribulation, so he wanted to chase after him. Flash Dance

But suddenly attracted by the porcelain vase on the ground.

The moment he saw the porcelain vase, the old man's eyes widened, and he didn't even chase the ink knife, but stepped forward to pick up the porcelain vase and take a closer look.

It wasn't until I saw a small Miao character at the porcelain vase that I sighed lightly: "I blamed him." ”

At this time, the figure of the ink knife had disappeared.

"Not good!" Seeing that the ink knife had escaped from the dungeon, the old man exclaimed in surprise and chased after him.

For some reason, the dungeon was not heavily guarded, or even unguarded.

Easily, the ink knife escaped from the dungeon.

Ink Knife once thought that there must be other traps here, but until he escaped from the cave, Ink Knife did not encounter the slightest danger.

This made Mo Dao puzzled, since this dungeon was so easy to escape, why the group of imprisoned people still stayed in it willingly and endured Luo Bing's torture.

The dungeon crowd did not react to the open bars.

None of them had any intention of fleeing, and they hadn't even looked at the exit that would allow them to escape.

A pair of eyes stared at the piece of Luo Bing on the ground, and his whole body began to tremble slightly, as if he couldn't help but make a move.

Suddenly, one of them staggered out of the crowd.

It wasn't voluntary, he was pushed out. Although the other crowd didn't think so, they only thought that he was going to fight for the piece of Luo Bing on the ground.

With the fuse, the crowd rushed up in an instant.

Everyone scuffled together at the same time, blood pouring all over the ground.

Na Li Kun didn't move, not because he wasn't moved by that piece of Luo Bing, but because he was not qualified to compete for that piece of Luo Bing at all.

Only because of this moment, Li Kun can't even move.

Suddenly, the thatch in the corner squirmed, and an unkempt man stretched his waist, as if his dream had been disturbed, with a hint of anger in the corner of his eye.

He slowly got up and approached the group.

The moment he got up, everyone stopped moving, but it was not voluntary.

The man approached a man who was struggling to hold the piece of Luo Bing into his mouth with one hand.

His whole body was trembling, and his arm was even more blood-red, as if he was being held by someone, and even though he had exhausted all his strength, the arm was still only moving slowly.

The man approached the man, strengthened Luo Bing in his hand, and then swallowed it under everyone's gaze.

Swallowing one, the man smiled with satisfaction, then went back to the corner and fell asleep.

As he lay down, the crowd in the dungeon resumed their movements.

There was no anger, and there was no big fight, after Luo Bing was swallowed by the man, the group of people returned to their former appearance, and their eyes became numb. 35xs

Stupidly looking at the iron fence, looking at the cut iron fence, as if waiting for something.

In a clearing, a man was being besieged and killed.

He was blindfolded, and a slender iron sword in his hand flew up and down, although he couldn't see the slightest, and the movements in his hands were also very sharp.

Blocking fatal wounds every time.

However, there were too many people who besieged him, and in the end, he was pointed on the back by the dagger of one of them.

The man didn't seem to intend to kill him, just tapped on his back, then jumped away and blended into the crowd.

Then a group of people lined up to fight, and the man also removed the blindfold.

"Hidden Mountain. The man spoke, his eyes fixed on a skinny man in the crowd.

"Can you think about it?" said a middle-aged man as he stepped out of the crowd.

"Yes. The man answered.

"Do you know what happens if you guess wrong?"

"Die. The word life and death, but there was no fear on the man's face. I don't know if he believes in himself too much, or if he has already looked down on this life and death.

"The hidden mountain is out of the ranks. The middle-aged man spoke, his palm already holding a long sword.

The man who was called shook at first, then immediately showed a look of despair, and almost collapsed to the ground, having to be carried up before he could come forward.

"No...... It's not me ......" The voice of the man called the Hidden Mountain trembled, and tears gathered down.

"Rubbish!" The man in the middle saw his appearance, and without saying much, he raised his sword and fell, and his head fell to the ground in an instant.

"Drag it off. The middle-aged man spoke, then looked at the young man. "How do you know?" he wondered why, and he didn't even have time to wipe the blood off his sword.

"Must be answered?" the young man was clearly reluctant to tell him.

Frowning slightly, it could be seen from the middle-aged man's demeanor that he didn't like the young man in front of him, although he had completed the task excellently.

"You're qualified. He spoke, then looked at the crowd. "Go on!"

At the sound of an order, the crowd dispersed instantly, and at the same time, another person was blindfolded.

"Hidden winds. The middle-aged man didn't reply: "This is your name in the future." ”

In the hall of a thousand departments, Li Ziya fell to his knees with a hint of fear on his face.

"Ziya, why are you doing this? Seeing Li Ziya suddenly kneeling in front of him, Qian Wenjiao asked out loud.

"Master, the disciple has something to come to confess. Li Ziya said.

"Confess your sins, what are your sins, get up quickly and speak. Qian Wenjiao said that he wanted to hug him, which was a treatment that no one else had ever had.

"Master, the disciple has just accidentally killed a person in the dungeon, and I implore the master to punish the crime. Li Ziya said, a pair of eyes almost daring to look at Qianwen Tribulation.

He knew that in the dungeon, none of the people in it could die, and it was precisely because of this that Qianwen Tribulation would use Luo Bing to control them.

But now he has killed one person by mistake.

"Who did you kill. Qian Wenjiao was not as angry as Li Ziya thought, but his tone was unusually calm.

"Brother...... The disciple does not know. Li Ziya said that he knew that the more his master was like this, the more it meant that this matter was not trivial.

"Bring the man to me. Qianwen's face was gloomy, and there was already a faint murderous intent in his eyes.

"Yes. Li Ziya answered, and then quickly returned to the dungeon. When he arrived, he found that the dungeon had been destroyed, but fortunately the group did not flee from him.

But when he found that the ink knife was not in it, his face suddenly changed.

He cut off the head of the man he had killed, and quickly returned to the hall.

"Master, the ink knife escaped. Li Ziya said.

Hearing that the ink knife had fled, the expression on Qian Wenzai's face did not change, but when he saw the appearance of the head in Li Ziya's hand.

Suddenly got up, a dodge appeared in front of Li Ziya, and slapped him on the chest.

"Say, who told you to kill him? Qianwen questioned in a cold voice, and it was clear from his tone how important this person was to be killed.

"Disciple...... The disciple just missed. Although he knew that Qianwen Tribulation would inevitably be angry, Li Ziya didn't expect that he would be so angry.

If he hadn't been prepared for that palm just now, he would have turned into a dead man at this moment.

"Missed?" Qian Wenjiao sneered, obviously not believing what Li Ziya said. "You can kill someone just by missing?"

"Disciple...... The disciple really just missed, that person wanted to snatch Luo Bing from the disciple's hand, the disciple was careless for a moment and used his sword to block it, but the person suddenly trembled, and when the disciple found out, the sword in his hand had already pierced his throat. Qianwen replied truthfully.

Hearing Li Ziya's explanation, Qianwen's face was gloomy and he was silent for a long time.

The man is dead, and even if he is angry at the moment, it will not help. It's just that the secret he wants to get can only be buried in the ground.

"What did you just say, that the person you brought back ran away?" asked Qianwenji.

"Yes. Master, when the disciple went, he found that he was no longer there. Li Ziya replied.

"He wasn't poisoned?" Qian Wenjiao didn't believe that anyone could resist Luo Bing's temptation, he felt that the reason why the knife was able to escape must be because he didn't have the poison of Luo Bing.

"This ...... The disciple does not know. ”

"Useless waste!" Hearing Li Ziya's reply, Qian Wenjiao slapped him on the chest again. Li Ziya, who only hit, vomited blood and almost died.

"Someone!" said Qianwen. A woman then appeared in the hall.

"Yin Ling'er, I've seen the sect master. The woman was not very old, thin and small, but she was handsome, with a pair of big watery eyes, as if she could speak, and there was always a smile on her face, which made people feel pity when they saw it.

"Someone has escaped from the dungeon, you go and get that person back for me. Qian Wenzai said.

"Yes. Yin Ling'er answered, and wanted to retreat without asking what the ink knife looked like, as if she already knew.

"Wait. Qianwen suddenly stopped the woman named Yin Ling'er, and said loudly: "That person may have entered the realm of killing, you should be careful before, there is one more point, you must spare his life." ”

"The disciple received the order. After speaking, Yin Ling'er turned around and retreated, and when she left, she glanced at Li Ziya very pitifully, chuckled, and walked out of the hall.

Li Ziya was dying at the moment, and he never imagined that for the sake of a dead man, Qianwen Tribulation, whom he had always regarded as his biological father, would treat him like this.

After Yin Ling'er left, Qian Wenjiao glanced at Li Ziya on the ground in disgust, and then his figure flashed, and he also disappeared into the hall.

Only Li Ziya was left to fend for himself.

The ink knife has been circulating for a long time in these thousand parts, but still has not been able to find an exit.

When he came, because someone led it, the ink knife didn't think that the thousand parts were so big, but at this time, he was the only one, and the ink knife found that the thousand parts were far bigger than he imagined.

At this time, it was noon, and the ink knife could not escape to the top of the house to find the exit, so he could only carefully dodge everywhere.

At this moment, a man approached.

It was a young man with a long iron sword in his hand.

Ink Knife looked around, and after discovering that there was indeed no one, a dodge rushed to the man, trying to hold him hostage, and then asked how to leave.

But before the ink knife moved, the young man had already reacted.

The long sword in his hand pointed horizontally in the direction of the ink knife, and rushed towards the ink knife with force under his feet.

Without saying a word, a long sword went straight to the throat of the ink knife.

Seeing that the man shot so quickly and his perception was so keen, the ink knife knew that he had met a master.

There is no hiding in anything, and the realm of killing comes out in an instant.

Suddenly, a breathtaking killing intent suddenly appeared, but this time, there was only killing intent and no red mist with him.

The killing realm poured out, and the man was obviously affected, and his feet slammed, and his speed slowed down a lot.

But the next moment, the momentum on the man's body was also on one side, and an inexplicable pressure poured out, coming towards the ink knife.

The moment he felt the pressure, the figure of the ink knife was also stunned. It's like being pressed down by a mountain, and although it still moves freely, it is much slower.

More importantly, the ink knife felt that the pressure was extremely familiar, almost exactly the same as the realm used by the old man in the dungeon before.

The blade of the sword has arrived, and the ink knife swings the knife to resist.

This time, there was no black mang.

With a snap, the two soldiers collided. At the moment of contact, the young man's wrist flicked, and the tip of the sword drew an arc, bypassing the ink knife hand to break the knife from top to bottom and slammed the hilt into the lower abdomen of the ink knife, and at the same time one foot retreated, obviously preparing for the next attack.

"It's another move. Seeing the man's actions, the ink knife immediately knew that he must have a back hand, and at this moment, the ink knife had no time to entangle with this person, and he used his strength under his feet and jumped away in an instant.

Then he turned and walked away.

The man was in hot pursuit.

"Look, who is that?" the ink knife and the man's pursuit clearly attracted the attention of the others, and someone in the group said.

"Is it Hidden Wind? Someone recognized the young man as Hidden Wind.

"I haven't seen it, but I don't have to guess to know that it must be someone who doesn't have long eyes who scolded Hidden Wind for being a sinister species, so he would be hunted down and killed like this. ”

"Say, how did this evil seed pass the test of the Hidden Hall?" said someone with great dissatisfaction.

"You ask me, who do I ask. ”

"Do you think he used some kind of means, otherwise how could he find out that Hidden Mountain was the one who 'killed' him. ”

"Of course you used means, didn't you use them when you were tested?"

"You don't understand what I mean, I mean ......," the man said to a sudden halt as a middle-aged man was already standing behind him.

"What do you want to say?" The middle-aged man's voice was low, and he couldn't tell whether he was angry or happy, but the killing intent in his eyes was extremely obvious, as if he would kill at any time.

"Hall Master!" the man said with a look of fear on his face.

"Were you suspicious of me just now?" the middle-aged man known as the hall master asked aloud.

"The subordinates don't dare. The man bowed his head and said.

"Hmph!" the middle-aged man snorted coldly, and then skimmed past him. Chase in the direction of the ink knife's escape.

......Seeing the middle-aged man leaving, the man let out a long breath, and his back was already wet with sweat.

"What did you just want to say?" asked a man beside him.

"I want to say, is it because the hall master said that he missed something, you know, he has not been very useful here. As he spoke, the man pointed to his head.

At this moment, a sword light suddenly flashed, and the man's head was gone.

"You dare to speak ill of the hall master behind your back, you should be damned. A playful voice came from the woman's mouth, and Hidden Ling'er appeared here at some point, holding a half-arm-long broken sword in her hand.

"Is that the person that the sect master wants to arrest, it is really a killing realm. It's the first time I've seen it. Yin Ling'er said, her eyes narrowing into a line, staring at the direction in which the ink knife disappeared.

(End of chapter)