What was an assassin?
Those who used every means possible to kill were called assassins.
The six words "use every means possible" bestowed assassins with extremely terrifying killing power, but also brought them a bad influence.
The influence was that once they fought openly, the terror they brought to the world would be reduced.
Therefore, faced with the mountain-like Zhu Yan, the hundreds of Earth-level slaughter slaves were speechless and decisively gave up on their target. Then, they fled to the sides of the Ghost Cave Path.
They suspected that if they appeared on Zhu Yan's path, there was a possibility that they would be torn apart by the wind generated by the Zhu Yan's legs, let alone fighting a monster that was two hundred thousand feet tall.
They had imagined that this official disciple would use all kinds of methods to cross the Ghost Cave Path, and even imagined that they would succeed in killing him and replace him as an official disciple of the Ghost Cave. However, they never imagined that this would happen.
"This, this is too much …"
The half-dead slave seemed to have suffered a serious injury. He was speechless and wanted to tell Lord Xie Tian that this was not what an assassin should do, but he was afraid that if he said this, Xie Tian would become an assassin and kill him …
"What is that?"
When he saw two long legs walking toward him amidst the raging wind and thunder, the Sky-level slaughter slave at the 201st location asked himself in shock.
Xie Tian's gaze passed through a few layers of clouds and saw this person. Without thinking, he lifted his leg and moved five thousand feet horizontally, preparing to land on this person.
This small movement made all the hair on the Sky-level slaughter slave stand on end. He let out a shrill cry and burned his blood essence to frantically teleport away.
Only when Xie Tian had gone far away did the slaughter slave stop. He stared at Xie Tian's back with a horrified gaze that was gradually filled with grievance and madness.
"F * ck your grandpa!"
Just like that, Xie Tian arrived at the end of the Ghost Cave Path amidst the shouts of "f * ck your grandpa".
At this point, the petite assassin in the Months of Demons turned around for the first time and did not want to look at Xie Tian again. The half-dead slave did the same.
Looking at the gray tree that looked exactly like the entrance, Xie Tian returned to his normal size.
But at this time, his face was still half-dead. He planned to use this assassin's face for the rest of his days in the Ghost Cave.
Compared to the big tree at the entrance, this one was clearly silent for a longer time, as if digesting something extremely shocking.
About two hours later, the tree finally turned into another grey-robed old man.
The old man's face was abnormally red, and his eyes were abnormally large, as if they had just been enlarged by something.
After looking at Xie Tian for at least half an hour, the old man spoke coldly.
"Do you know what an assassin is?"
Xie Tian.
Hearing this, the elder started to size up Xie Tian's appearance.
Ugly, ferocious, gloomy, and wooden … From the perspective of judging a book by its cover, it could be considered a standard assassin.
If he had not received the message from the Abandoned Land, he would not have believed that the person who walked the Ghost Cave's path was a future assassin disciple of the Ghost Cave.
"Don't run around, don't ask questions, and don't look around."
Probably because he still had the last bit of confidence in the half-dead assassin's appearance, the grey-robed old man finally threw the gray token in his hand to Xie Tian.
"Follow the token and find the place you should go. That way, you'll be able to live for a long time."
Watching the old man turn back into a big tree, Xie Tian checked the token's contents as he walked forward.
"So this is just a branch of the Ghost Cave."
The Ghost Cave was very mysterious. It was independent of the sects in the Burial Grounds. Be it the people of the North or the South, they would tremble at the mention of the Ghost Cave, but no one knew where the real Ghost Cave was.
Even though Xie Tian had walked a path that would have been a narrow escape for others, and he had memorized the three hundred dangers, his understanding of the Ghost Cave did not increase much.
Among the people he had met, other than the two tree-turning old men and the petite assassin who looked like a wind chime, the others were all insignificant Ghost Cave slaves.
This was a silent path.
Under the gray sky, there was not even a gust of wind on the path. There were only gray but motionless trees that looked very much like the trees the two grey-robed old men had turned into.
Xie Tian did not look at the trees. He did not dare to imagine the scene of the countless trees turning into the old men, so he could only look at the ground carefully.
There was a layer of pale dust on the ground. He did not know if it was laid there or if it had been there all along.
The clear footprints on the dust made him feel a little uncomfortable.
Looking at these footprints, he seemed to see another version of himself, walking close to his own back.
Forcefully suppressing the inexplicable creepy feeling, Xie Tian looked at the end of the fine dust path.
There was a tall mountain at the end.
The mountain was barren and barren. Humans, but the most? Humans were still in the pitch-black cave at the bottom of the mountain.
Just standing a hundred feet in front of the cave, Xie Tian could feel the murderous intent that had accumulated for an unknown number of years.
Strangely, after releasing Xie Qing, she did not react to the murderous intent that Xie Tian could feel.
This situation that Xie Tian encountered was enough to show how terrifying the cave was.
Following the instructions on the token, Xie Tian threw the token into the cave. After a flash of gray ripples, the token flew back into Xie Tian's hand.
It seemed that the token had opened some kind of restriction, but Xie Tian could not move. After the restriction was opened, he felt an unprecedented murderous intent.
This murderous intent gave him a bone-chilling feeling, as if it could even freeze his divine soul.
"You will die. Let me help you, okay?"
Hearing the petite assassin's voice without any hint of seduction, Xie Tian almost agreed.
"Phew …"
Xie Tian exhaled deeply.
Along the way, a trace of seriousness and fear finally appeared in his calm blood-red eyes.
"The Underworld Cave is really not simple …"
Ignoring the petite assassin's question, Xie Tian stepped into the cave without a trace of light.
Buzz …
A faintly discernible murderous intent swept over Xie Tian. Xie Tian's heart skipped a beat.
He vaguely felt that this murderous intent was the second line of defense in addition to the token. If he did not pass this line of defense, the murderous intent would become a real killing intent that would kill all trespassers.
Inside the cave was a downhill path with countless forks. Xie Tian focused on the path guided by the token and slowly moved forward.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, when Xie Tian felt that he had gone a hundred thousand feet deep into the ground, there was a faint light in front of him.
Even if it was faint, it was unusually dazzling against the darkness. Xie Tian could not help but blink his blood-red eyes.
Closing his eyes, opening his eyes …
In the process of closing and opening his eyes, Xie Tian found himself surrounded by twelve pitch-black swords.
He appeared without a sound.
Xie Qing did not respond.
The Battle Saint Deity Art did not warn him.
His intuition did not sense anything either.
Xie Tian's blood-red eyes widened as he stared at the small sword in front of him.
The small sword was about a foot long, with only a blade and no hilt. It was completely black, as if even one's eyes could not escape this darkness.
Other than that, Xie Tian did not feel anything strange about the small sword.
But he knew that this seemingly ordinary small sword had almost killed him twelve times just now.
Similarly silent and without any reaction, Xie Tian only saw the twelve pitch-black swords suddenly disappear.
The moment they disappeared, an indifferent voice that made Xie Tian feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave exploded in his ears.
"Within a day, if I don't see the bells, you will see them again."
After half an incense stick of time, a gust of cold wind blew past, and Xie Tian was awakened by the coldness on his back.
Even though he was drenched in cold sweat, Xie Tian's expression was still calm. He walked out of the light and came to another world.
The main melody of this world was still gray, but because of the lingering killing intent that had lingered for years, it had become deeper.
"Your name is Bell?" Xie Tian's calm voice sounded in the Evil Moon.
The petite killer laughed in a crisp voice. "Yes."
"Who is he?"
"Haha, if you don't hand me over, I will tell you, okay?"
When the word "okay" was about to jump out of his throat, Xie Tian thought of the twelve pitch-black swords again, and then his throat moved and he swallowed the word "okay".
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