The immortal has been bound by the wind.

"Who are you, why are you killing me!" the fairy shouted, never thinking that he was going to kill the ink knife too.

The ink knife was silent, and the knife slowly descended. The knife fell very slowly, so slow that a child could open it more.

"Don't ...... Don't kill me. "The fairy felt that death was near, and the knife was falling......

"I ...... I...... I am the enforcer of Watashido, and if you kill me, you will die. "The immortal is threatening, using his identity. The knife is falling......

"I have a fairy treasure on my body! I can make people immortal!" The knife is falling......

"I ...... I ...... "The fairy wanted to say something to stop the knife, but he found that he had nothing to say, and the knife was still falling......

"Don't push me. The fairy was ruthless, and his voice was low, as if he had made some kind of determination.

"So what?" Ink Knife's voice was low and unmoved.

The knife finally landed on the top of the immortal's head, and in an inch it could split the immortal in half, and at this moment, the immortal finally jumped over the wall, as if it were some kind of animal.

Biting the tip of his tongue, the fairy let out a loud sigh and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the moment the blood spurted out, there seemed to be a suction force in the sky, swallowing the blood.

"Blood is the guide, the soul is the reward, and the body is the rudder. The fairy widened his eyes and shouted loudly. In an instant, the sky was cloudy, and there was a faint flash of thunder. "Ten years!" the fairy shouted again. The next moment, Xian Meng twitched, and his face suddenly became much older.

"Kill!" said Xianhe. In an instant, a thunderclap exploded. The thunder was as thick as a bowl, with the potential to destroy the world and the earth, and went straight to the ink knife.

Ignoring it, the ink knife ignored the thunder, and his knife was still falling.

With a pop, the knife finally fell on the head of the immortal, and in an instant, the blood was splashed, and an immortal was split in half. The immortal died so badly that he couldn't even say his name.

The immortal was killed, and the thunder also fell on the ink knife. With the knife in hand, the ink knife is not afraid of this thunder, after all, this is just thunder, not a punishment from heaven, but this thunder is finally coming down from the 'sky', and the way of the wind is disturbed. The ink knife could no longer control its shape, and it whistled down.

The ink knife was originally the end of the strong crossbow, and it fell from a high altitude at this time, which made his injuries even worse.

Modao's consciousness began to blur, and he even remembered many things from his childhood. Ink Knife knew that he was dying.

"Are you finally going to die?" a voice came from the short man who had been hiding in the first place. He wanted to escape, but the battle between Modao and the Immortal was so fast that he didn't even have time to escape. At this time, seeing Modao lying motionless on the ground, covered in blood, he walked to Modao's side with courage.

Men want to cultivate immortals, they dream of it, just ask who doesn't want to travel in the sky, who doesn't want to look down on mortals, and who doesn't want to stand on the 'sky'. But the man's ancestors missed that opportunity after all, and since then they can only be mortals in this lineage.

The man was unwilling, unwilling to be a mortal in this world full of immortals, and from then on he began to curry favor with the immortals, trying to be a disciple of the immortals. Because of his wealth, everything went well with the man at first, and he also had friendships with several immortals. But every time he opened his mouth and wanted to apprentice and cultivate immortals, those immortals were unusual, categorically refused, and even some directly cut off contact with him.

The man didn't understand why, but he never gave up. Until this time, the man finally succeeded in apprenticeship, as long as he gave this place to the immortal. But the immortal was killed by the ink knife.

The hope that had come to the moment was shattered, and the man was furious to the extreme.

At this time, he was holding a wooden stick in his hand. "Are you finally going to die?" the man's voice trembled with anger. "You think I'm going to let you die so easily?" is why he didn't use a knife, but a wooden club.

The man raised the wooden stick high and fell again and again, landing on the body of the ink knife, making a muffled sound.

Pain, pain, Ink Knife couldn't feel this anymore, his consciousness had almost disappeared, and death might be the next breath for Ink Knife. Fighting back, killing, the ink knife can't do it, not because of serious injuries, not because of lack of strength, but because the ink knife can't kill mortals, no matter what the reason. That was his ring. If the ink knife strikes and kills a mortal, he will be robbed of something. That could be a hand, it could be a foot, it could even be a life. And what was taken away will be completely gone, and even reincarnation will not be able to get it back.

Modao is not afraid of death, he even wants to really die, but he can't yet, because he hasn't completed his mission yet, he hasn't destroyed the immortals, all the immortals.

"Bad guy, don't hit uncle!" Niu Niu suddenly rushed over, hugged the man's thigh, opened her small mouth, and bit it.

"Get out of here!" the man was in pain, grabbed Niu Niu, and threw him out.

Niuniu fell to the ground heavily, although it hurt, but Niuniu didn't cry, because the bad guy was beating Uncle Modao, and she wanted to save Uncle Modao.

"Bad guy, don't hit your uncle!" Niu Niu hugged the man's thigh again and bit it.

"You're looking for death!" the man said, raising his stick and smashing it at Niu Niu.

Suddenly, a figure flashed and held Niuniu in her arms. It was a pitch-black figure, dressed in rags and black, moving with the wind, with a broken knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife was pointing at the man.

"You're not dead!" the man exclaimed, like hell. Throwing away the stick, he turned and fled.

The ink knife stood there quietly, holding the knife flat in his arm. There was no sparkle in his eyes, hollow, and pitch black. At this time, the ink knife had lost consciousness and even lost his breath, and he stood there quietly like a dead man. Saving people is completely instinctive, even if you lose consciousness, even if you are dead.

Finally, as the short man fled farther and farther away, until he was gone, the ink knife fell.

His breathing had stopped, his consciousness had completely disappeared, and it could be said that Modao was dead, but his heart was still beating very weakly, trying to save this body.

"Uncle...... Uncle...... The bad guys are gone, wake up. "Although she is small, Niu Niu knows what a dead person is, because she has seen too much, especially in times like this. But Niuniu didn't believe it, didn't believe that her uncle would die, and didn't believe that a person who made her feel inexplicably close for the first time died like this.

"He's dead......" The woman came to Niu Niu.

"No, Uncle won't die, he just saved me, he can't die. Niuniu shook her head and called out to the ink knife over and over again, trying to wake the ink knife awake.

"Looks like you need help. A voice came, and the man in white appeared next to Modao, and strangely, neither the woman nor Niu Niu could find him. "But even I can't help you for no reason, even though I 'like you' very much. What should I get paid for? The man in white said to himself. "I thought about it. As he spoke, the man in white waved his arm, and the next moment, a broken knife appeared in his hand. "That's it. ”