The sudden appearance of the ink knife and the joy of making Yue Qiushui happy. Because she saw the solemnity in the eyes of the ink knife, and even more because she saw the boulder above the sky.

Dozens and hundreds of boulders fell from the sky, marking out the flames. The sky was dark red, like blood.

Looking at this hellish scene, how could Yue Qiushui be happy.

"What to do. She looked panicked, with only fear in her eyes, and asked as she looked at the ink knife in front of her. "Are we going to die here?"

"No, it won't. Modao replied.

Listening to the ink knife's answer, although it was only two words. Yue Qiushui instantly felt at ease. She believed in the ink knife, even more than she believed in herself.

So as long as the ink knife said no, she believed that she would never die.

No more panic, no more fear. Looking at the ink knife, Yue Qiushui's eyes only had trust.

The boulders fell in an instant, countless dead and wounded, the dry city turned into a sea of fire again, and people fled frantically, but they still could not escape death.

In the end, the people gave up and fled, and they all knelt on the ground, praying for the long river in the sky and for them to stop.

People kept kowtowing, breaking their heads, and the blood flowed like an infusion.

But the reverse river above the sky, looking at the miserable situation under him, is laughing. He felt like he had finally vented some of his anger.

His wrath was only appeased by the lives of mortals, tens of thousands of mortals.

The moment the boulder fell, the ink knife soared into the air, and the thunder flashed behind him.

In an instant, the ink knife rushed under a boulder.

The boulder was the same as the boulder summoned by the Abandoned Heavens.

This wasn't a threat to the Ink Knife, but it was different at the moment. Because Yue Qiushui was behind the ink knife, in order not to hurt her, the ink knife could no longer penetrate the boulder as before.

Holding a dagger in his hand, the ink knife exerts its power with one arm, exerting its power to the extreme. A punch on the boulder.

There was a loud bang, but the boulder only shook slightly.

Then the unthinkable happened. I saw that the boulder had turned into powder after the ink knife punched, and it was scattered in the wind and disappeared.

This is the ink knife, with a knife, even if it is just a fragment, the ink knife can exert unimaginable power.

It's just that the price to pay for such power is also very heavy.

After the blow, the ink knife only felt the blood and qi in his body surging, and couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

But the ink knife did not stop, still shuttling between the boulders, smashing them one by one.

In fact, there is no need to do this at all.

The rebel river just wanted to vent the anger in his heart, so he summoned the boulder. And as early as the appearance of the boulder in the blink of an eye. Against the long river, a barrier was arranged around Yue Qiushui.

Make it unharmed.

It is impossible to let Yue Qiushui die against the long river, and if Yue Qiushui dies, he will have no way to take immortal seeds.

It's just that the ink knife didn't know, although he could feel a trace of immortal power fluctuations from Yue Qiushui's body.

But the ink knife thought it was Yue Qiushui's own immortal power.

One, two, three...... The boulders were shot down by the ink knife one by one, but they appeared again and again.

Yu Qitian summoned a boulder and used up his immortal power. Reversible, the river summoned hundreds and thousands of them with a wave of his hand.

This is the strength of the Immortal King.

Look at the ink knife that keeps flying in the air and shoots down the boulder. Reverse Changhe frowned slightly.

He didn't understand why a mortal could have such strength, and even on the ink knife, he felt a trace of the taste of Dao, the Dao of Thunder.

"Could it be him?" suddenly thought of a person, a man he had heard of, a very terrible person.

"It's not him. Reverse Changhe shook his head slightly. "He's not going to be so weak. ”

"Whoever you are, you are destined to die here today. "Reverse Changhe has a smile on his face, which is the smile that only a winner can see.

Originally, he just wanted to vent his anger, but now he has found a way to deal with the ink knife.

At first, because the fairy power was ineffective against the ink knife. Against the long river, he thinks that the ink knife has a heavy treasure body.

But now, against the long river, I found that the ink knife was just not afraid of immortal power.

No longer give the ink knife a chance to get close, sit high in the sky against the long river, and constantly summon boulders to smash at the ink knife.

Although those boulders cannot cause damage to the Ink Knife, the Ink Knife's physical strength is limited.

What you have to do against the long river is to consume the physical strength of the ink knife.

The pitch-black figure flickered, leaving only wind and sand falling wherever it passed.

The crowd on the ground looked, at the figure, at the figure who was constantly shooting down the boulder.

At this moment, they finally saw the culprit.

"It's he who offended the immortals!"

"It's because of him that the fairy is angry!"

"Kill, kill him!"

Looking at the ink knife, people's eyes were full of hatred, and in their eyes, the ink knife had become their murderer. It's just that they forget that the real murderer is the high immortal.

Knocked down a boulder again, but this time, the ink knife failed to jump again.

He finally lost his strength, and the blood had stained his clothes red.

Look at the falling boulders in the sky.

A hint of reluctance flashed in the ink knife's eyes.

"Can I really only forget...... "Motodao muttered softly to himself.

Behind her, Yue Qiushui looked at the ink knife that was no longer straight, and looked at the ink knife that no longer had the strength to shoot down the boulder, there was still no trace of panic in her eyes, there was only trust, trust in the ink knife.

"Finally I don't have the strength. Looking at the ink knife, he waved his hand and sent out a fairy power, but the target was not the ink knife, but Yue Qiushui behind the ink knife.

For a moment, Yue Qiushui only felt that he was being grabbed by an invisible big hand, and then he was caught in the air and caught in front of the long river.

Yue Qiushui was arrested, but the ink knife stood there so quietly. didn't come to the rescue, but looked at Yue Qiushui quietly.

It's just that the ink knife's eyes are deep, and it seems to reflect Yue Qiushui in his eyes.

Modao wanted to write it down, to record Yue Qiushui's appearance, but Modao knew that he would forget it eventually.

Not only Yue Qiushui, but also his family, all his memories, will be lost.

But at this moment, the ink knife has no choice. No, the ink knife doesn't hate, it doesn't hate the Ye Wu who took away his knife.

It was because of him that Modao finally understood a little and understood why he lived.

"Goodbye. Looking at Yue Qiushui, the ink knife said softly.

Although he was arrested, there was no fear in Yue Qiushui's eyes. It's just because Modao told her that she won't die.

Yue Qiushui believed that he would never die.

She was also looking at the ink knife, looking at the ink knife's deep gaze. Yue Qiushui suddenly felt excited. She had never seen the ink knife look like this.

At this moment, Yue Qiushui suddenly felt that being arrested was a fortunate thing and a happy thing.

But when she saw the ink knife open his mouth and seemed to be saying something, a feeling of heartache instantly hit her.

It was a feeling of imminent loss.

Yue Qiushui didn't know what the ink knife was going to do, but she knew that it would never be a good thing.

Yue Qiushui wanted to stop the ink knife, but at this moment she realized that she couldn't make any sound.

Time seemed to stop at this moment, and Yue Qiushui only heard four words in a trance.

"Blood Returns to Heaven"