The arm fell to the ground, which was originally a human pain, and there should also be a shout.

But this moment was extraordinarily quiet, even bloodless.

All that was left on the wound was pitch black, ink! A line of handwriting flickered.

It's time to wrap up...... Like the sound of sighing, it has a long history. It seems that thousands of years have passed through time.

Looking at this word, the ink knife was in vain and did not understand.

For things that I don't understand, I don't care about anything I don't understand.

At the moment, he just wanted to go ahead with his plan. But at this moment, everything is different from before.

The ink knife found that he could no longer move, and there seemed to be an invisible force holding him back.

It's over, it's the same voice again, but this time it's coming from the mouth of the evil man.

At this moment, he is like a walking corpse, his eyes no longer have any sparkle, but the good thing is that he is no longer in pain, or he should say that he no longer feels pain.

That thought evil was just looking at the ink knife stupidly, looking at the knife in the hand of the ink knife.

It's time to wrap up...... Another bang. Light smile was also blank, the injuries on her body were never important, she stepped forward, and her slender jade fingers reached for the ink knife.

Reach for the broken knife in the ink knife's hand.

The knife that has always been like a god and a demon's sharp teeth, like a fairy and a ghost's magic seal, is really like scrap metal at this moment, held in his hand by a light smile, and taken away by a light smile.

Although I have always called it scrap metal, only a rusty knife, I never thought that it would one day be such a wretch, but I don't blame it, and I think that all this is due to me.

The body began to move unconsciously, and the consciousness of the ink knife was still quite conscious, but the body had been completely controlled.

Could it be an immortal! Mo Dao thought like this, thinking about how to deal with it.

It's just that all this is in vain, because the ink knife is facing an existence that is more terrifying than the immortals. Law!

Where is the destination? Along the way, Modao found a lot of people.

These people are the same as Nian Evil, and they are the same as light smiles, they all look at him stupidly, just look at him, without the slightest emotion in their eyes.

If you have to find a trace of human emotion, there is only a trace of pity.

Yes, it's pity, it seems that they are all pitying the ink knife.

I don't know how long it took, but Inkknife found himself back in the place where he had started, the place where he had risen from the ground.

It's time to wrap up...... Another bang.

Finally, the ink knife couldn't bear it anymore, and it was no longer as calm as before, and it roared after exhausting the essence and strength of the whole body.

But no one answered him.

After roaring, the ink knife completely lost its strength. fell headlong into a deep pit. The ink knife facing the sky saw a pair of crimson eyes at this moment.

And those eyes were looking at him at the moment, the same pity.

Those eyes were in heaven, or rather, they were eyes that belonged to heaven.

There was no sound, and the four words that seemed like a spell never came out again.

But at this moment, the onlookers stepped forward as if they had received some kind of order, and none of them grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it into the pit.

Gradually, the ink knife began to be unable to breathe, and he could not see anything. All things returned to darkness. Start here and end here.

Holding the paper fan in his hand, Ye Wu coughed more than every time, and the blood at the corner of his mouth even made the fan in his hand turn red. It's also the only red color in the world.

At this moment, this touch of red is so beautiful.

Ye Wu didn't organize all this, or he had expected it, even though he had always been detached from the world, as if he was unchecked.

But that's just for that.

I can't help you, because your enemies ...... As he spoke, Ye Wu slowly looked up at the sky, and disappeared before those eyes noticed him.

A tomb, isolated on the top of a mountain, where this mountain is, no one knows, only that it is a hundred miles away. But where is the hundred-mile, no one has ever looked into it. No one will remember that there was only one knife, and a broken knife was stabbed in the middle. It feels like it's never broken.

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