The demon ape was infinitely powerful, and a pair of arms the thickness of a tree trunk smashed into the ground, sending up a cloud of flying sand and rocks.

The ink knife dodged, and the long sword in his hand only resisted. didn't move the murderous intent, it's not that I can't bear it, I just don't think it's necessary.

Beasts are different from humans after all, and if you don't provoke them, they won't hurt you.

The ink knife used his skills to dodge the demon ape's attacks.

At this moment, a rumbling sound was heard, and a ravine cracked out on the ground, which was smashed by the arms of the demon ape.

Although the demon ape has great strength, its attack pattern is extremely simple, using only its arms, which makes the ink knife easy to dodge.

After a while, the demon ape hadn't even touched the corner of the ink knife. It grew angrier, but to no avail.

Finally, the Ink Knife found an opportunity and stepped up from the demon ape's arm and jumped onto its shoulder. The long sword in his hand is waved. Just watch a cold light flash, leaving a trace of blood behind.

There was no wailing, no screaming. The ink blade touched it, and only a trace of flesh and blood was taken away. The strength was just right, and it only hurt the demon ape a little, and then took out the piece of rusty iron between its eyebrows.

The ink knife rolled down, holding the palm-sized rust fragment in his hand, and at this time he finally had the qualifications to fight against the immortals.

The ink knife is very afraid, and from the moment he loses the knife, the ink knife begins to be afraid. In the face of immortals, in the face of immortals who can easily crush mortals, who can not be afraid. It's just that the ink knife hides this fear deep in his heart, just because he knows that even if he is afraid, it will not help him in the slightest.

At this time, the ink knife is finally not so afraid. He has relied on it, and he has the qualifications to fight against immortals. But the others have always been the same, and they can only be at the mercy of immortals. However, they were not as scared as the ink knife, because they felt that it should be hot, and there was a difference between immortals after all, but they never thought about whether there were immortals in this world......

Looking at the rusty iron piece in his hand, the ink knife knew that this was one of the fragments scattered after his knife was broken.

The rusty iron piece began to change in the hand of the ink knife, and in a moment it turned into a dagger, but although the shape changed, it was still rusty.

On the other side, Liao Chutian and Na Ye Crazy Dao were already fighting together.

Long swords and double swords, you come and go, I can't fight.

Liao Chutian's swordsmanship is outstanding, and he has the potential to control water, and he can often anticipate the enemy's opportunity and block the attack of the two knives in advance.

And the Ye Crazy Knife is as its name suggests, with two knives in hand, one against the other, like a storm, crazy to the extreme. It seems to be out of order, but it contains murderous intent.

After more than a dozen rounds, the two fought without a win.

The master duel should have been in an instant, but although the two of them seemed to be fighting to the death, they were actually just constantly trying.

Liao Chutian had no reason to be desperate, he just helped the ink knife resist the person in front of him, and when the ink knife finished solving the matter in hand, he would withdraw and let the ink knife deal with this person.

And that Ye Crazy Knife also has no desperate reason, he is just a thirst for killing, and he will kill those who are not against him. But once he meets someone of equal skill, he will also become cautious. But what's more, the person he was looking for was not Liao Chutian, but Modao.

"Are you alright!" Liao Chutian waved his sword and said loudly in an instant. His breath is steady, and he seems to be at ease, but he doesn't want to act as a thug for the ink knife, who knows what other dangers will follow, he has to retain his strength in case of need.

When had the Ye Crazy Knife been ignored like this, no matter who had done anything with him in the past, he was always cautious, but the person in front of him still had time to chat and talk with others, which made him angry in his heart. Not cautiously tempting, the double knives in his hands instantly sped up.

The sudden force of Ye Mad's knife made Liao Chutian feel a little pressure. However, Liao Chutian did not do his best after all.

After rushing to meet the attack, just between breaths, he stabilized his position again, but a little sweat appeared on his forehead, thinking that the Ye Crazy Knife finally brought him a trace of pressure.

When the fragment of the broken knife was taken out from between the demon ape's eyebrows, the demon ape suddenly stood motionless. Its eyes were confused at first, as if it couldn't remember why it was here. Immediately after, his body began to tremble violently, letting out a cry of pain.

The next moment, I saw that the huge demon ape began to shrink at a speed visible to the human eye, and finally turned into an ordinary ape. It is still very large, two to three times larger than the average ape. But the ferocity in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a touch of horror.

If the middle-aged man didn't die, he would definitely recognize the demon ape at a glance when he saw this time, this was the demon ape he had killed several times before.

The demon ape shrunk, then turned and fled.

The ink knife did not chase it, because it was not necessary. But if the ink knife doesn't chase, it doesn't mean that others won't chase it.

Soon, the remaining crowd swarmed up, and in the blink of an eye, the shrunken demon ape was besieged.

The shrunken demon ape was still the opponent of these people, and it only took a moment to be killed on the ground. The ink knife let the demon ape go, but in the end, the demon ape still couldn't escape death.

The demon ape that fell to the ground, its eyes widened, it seemed to hate, but it didn't know who it hated.

Whether it hated the Ink Knife for taking away the mysterious power it had inadvertently obtained, or hated the crowd that slew it. But these don't matter anymore, it's dead, and even if you want to take revenge, you can only wait for the next ten years. But in ten years' time, how many people will be here again?

After the demon ape died, the corpse turned into a streamer of light, which seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force, and disappeared, as if it had entered reincarnation, waiting for the next ten years to return to the world.

Its fate is very similar to that of the ink knife, constant reincarnation, constant rebirth, just for the duty of the body.

The ink knife is voluntary, voluntarily entering this controlled reincarnation. And whether the demon ape is willing or not, this can only be asked, or it doesn't know that it is constantly reincarnating, constantly repeating the fate of being killed......

The demon ape was dead, and in an instant the ground began to shake, and a loud sound was heard, startling the birds in the forest.

In the depths of the jungle, a tall tower slowly rises. The tower was very similar to the Tibetan Immortal Pagoda, but it was much smaller.

The moment the tower appeared, the crowd cheered. Because that's what they're here for. They scattered in a hurry, each heading towards the immortal tower.

At this time, only the three of them were left here.

That Liao Chutian is still inseparable from Ye Mad's knife.

Modao glanced at the two of them, didn't say much, and turned to leave.

"Stop!" both voices came at the same time.

"I'm working hard for you, and you just leave without saying a word?" Liao Chutian shouted loudly, and the resentful appearance was like a deep resentful woman.

"Give me back the bracelet. Ye Maddao shouted loudly, the pair of jade bracelets he found at the risk of his life, and giving them to Reverse Changsheng had already made him heartbroken, but there was no way, he knew that he was not an opponent of Reverse Changsheng, and he had to ask for help, so he had to give up the bracelet.

How could he let go of the ink knife at this moment.