This night, the ink knife walked for a long time, until dawn and sunrise. The poor who had slept for a long night had already started working, and the rich who had slept for a long time were still sleeping. After a long time, the ink knife returned to the woman's house.

Why did he come back, Modao didn't know, just thinking about here, so he walked here unconsciously. It's just that at this moment, the 'home' has changed.

The original dilapidated houses have been razed to the ground. The debris of the wall is broken and scattered. From time to time, a breeze blows, bringing up patches of dust, which is miserable.

Looking at the ruins, Modao's heart ached inexplicably, in addition to heartache and anger. "Who!" suddenly the ink knife looked sharply, only because a person appeared out of thin air in front of him.

The man was dressed in a Taoist robe, his hair was in a high bun, he was about forty years old, with a dust in his hand on his arm, and he was polite and polite, and he was saluting with one hand. "Ben Immortal Di Luo, I have seen Taoist friends. ”

"You did it?" asked Ink Knife in a cold voice. didn't look at the immortal, the ink knife only quietly looked at the ruins around him, so quiet that people couldn't feel his anger.

Di Luo's face showed a slight apology, "Yes, it's just because there are things that this immortal needs here, so ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, a fist suddenly came straight to the door in front of him, and the owner of the fist was the ink knife.

Leaned sideways slightly, dodging Di Luomo's fist, his tone was still polite. "Why did you do it?"

"Where are the people. Mo Dao asked, did not continue to shoot, one punch, Mo Dao can know that he is not the opponent of the person in front of him, without a knife, Mo Dao has no ability to kill immortals. The ink knife is not afraid of death, but not being afraid of death does not mean that you want to die. Now he was only worried about the safety of Niu Niu and the woman. Ink Knife didn't know why he was worried, but it didn't matter anymore.

"Do you mean that little girl and that woman? Rest assured, the two of them are in a safe place. Di Luo always had a kind smile on his face. "Speaking of the two of them, this immortal has something to ask Daoyou, Daoyou has ever seen Benxian's apprentice, Yue Fan? He came here one day, and then disappeared. ”

"I don't know. Modao said. You can't blame Modao for lying, because the previous immortal didn't have a chance to say his name until he died.

"Then he, do you know Daoyou?" Di Luo said, waving the dust in his hand, and a wooden stake fell in the air, and with a coaxing sound, a man was tied to the stake, a short man.

Inkknife recognized him as the man who had beaten him with a wooden stick before. "I killed you. Ink Knife replied.

"Good kill!" Di Luo's voice suddenly rose a few points. "If you find a treasure and don't notify the teacher first, you want to take it for yourself, such a disciple really deserves to be killed, but even if he deserves to die, it should be done by me myself, and it shouldn't be killed by a mere mortal like you. But I'm curious, how did you do that?" From the very beginning, Di Luo was wary of the ink knife, after all, the ink knife killed his apprentice, but from the punch just now, Di Luo was already sure that the ink knife was just a mortal.

"It's not about you. Modao replied.

"How can it be that it has nothing to do with me. Ben Xian Gang has already said, he is my apprentice, if he wants to kill, he should be killed by me, not to mention that you are just a mortal, killing immortals with mortals, this is a big rebellion. Di Luo sighed at the stupidity of the ink knife.

did not continue to answer, at this time the ink knife was thinking in his heart. "Without a knife, I'm not his opponent, so I can only escape, escape to have a chance to live, and live to save people. In an instant, Modao decided to flee. Of course, this is the wisest choice, but Mo Dao doesn't know that this is the first time he wants to live, and the purpose of living is not to kill immortals.

Turn around and exert force. Since he decided to escape, he couldn't hesitate in the slightest, not to mention that the ink knife was facing an immortal, an even more powerful immortal.

In the blink of an eye, the ink knife had run dozens of meters.

The moment the ink knife turned around, Di Luo instinctively retreated, although he called the ink knife a mere mortal, and through that punch, he could also be sure that the ink knife was just a mortal. But Di Luo still had concerns in his heart, after all, the ink knife killed his apprentice, the strongest apprentice. But he didn't expect the ink knife to escape......

"Where to escape!" In an instant, Di Luo chased after him. The ink knife is fast, and Di Luo's speed is even faster. Just a dodge, Di Luo blocked the way of the ink knife.

"Say, how the hell did you kill Yue Fan? Di Luo believes that the ink knife must have a secret method to kill immortals. But before he finished speaking, he saw the ink knife quickly retreat, turned around, changed directions and continued to escape.

"Damn it. Di Luo, who had always been gentle and elegant, unconsciously scolded a dirty word, he couldn't imagine that the ink knife would escape so decisively, and he didn't care about his face at all.

Although angry, Di Luo did not lose his calm. Di Luo, who didn't know what kind of secret method the ink knife had, didn't rush to get close to the ink knife again. The dust in his hand was gone, and in its place was a fairy sword. The fairy sword was more than four feet long, and the whole body was dark green, as if it contained a highly poisonous substance, and it flashed with faint ink light.

"Go. Di Luo sighed lightly, and in an instant, a green light swept through, and the fairy sword went straight to the back of the ink knife.

Without a knife, the speed of the ink knife is much slower than before. Feeling the sound of the wind behind him, it was too late for the ink knife to dodge again. Leaning forward to the edge of the fall, using the forward inertia, the ink knife swings its arms and rolls over on its side. The fairy sword almost grazed the bridge of the ink knife's nose and flew over.

Dodging the fairy sword, the ink knife supported the ground with one hand, and turned over to restore balance. Keep on the run.

"Do you think you can escape so easily?" Di Luo said, the immortal decision in his hand changed, drawing out a series of complicated runes. As the runes appeared, the dark green fairy sword, as if it had come to life, drew a strange arc, instantly trapping the ink knife.

Embarrassed, the ink knife at this time can only be described as embarrassed. In the face of the attack of the fairy sword, the ink knife could only dodge, and with each dodge, the ink knife would leave a deep blood mark on his body.

As the world goes by, there are more and more blood marks on the ink knife, and if this continues, the ink knife will eventually die. In such a dangerous situation, Modao closed his eyes at some point, and seemed to have given up resistance, but his figure was still moving.

It's different, the movement of the ink knife at this moment is completely different from before. It's not so embarrassing, it's not so unbearable.

At this time, the ink knife is like a bird in the forest, shuttling among the fallen leaves, and the leaves cannot be touched. His movements are so chic, so casual. Every dodge was only a fraction of a fraction from the immortal sword, but that fraction was as far as 108,000 miles away, making the edge of the immortal sword insurmountable.

It's just that for some reason, at this time, the figure of the ink knife is like Ye Wu, like the body used by Ye Wu to dodge the ink knife before.