It was already very cold, and it was shivering, and it was raining again.

The rain fell, the ground became muddy and soft, and the seeds that were so soft that they finally found a chance to get out of the ground.

It's just that they don't know that being alive on earth is a much more painful thing.

There were not only seeds but also people who walked out of the ground, a man dressed in shabby black.

His figure appeared thin and emaciated. He had messy long hair and was covered in mud, looking downcast.

Looking at him, you will unconsciously feel pitiful for him. There are thousands of people in this world, but he seems to be out of place in this world.

At this moment, he is like a lost child, lost in this world that should not belong to him.

His eyes were bright, bright pitch black, bright pure, bright and cold. Those eyes are like an abyss, ready to devour everything mercilessly.

It's just that at this moment, looking at the broken knife in his hand, those eyes are full of confusion and doubt.

"I'm just reincarnated, why did my knife break. "The ink knife doesn't understand.

Not only that, but Modao always felt that he had forgotten something, his parents, his sister, where he came from, what he had done before. All of this, the ink knife does not remember.

"Blood to the sky?" said to himself softly. Finally Modao found the reason, he had amnesia, or his memory was taken as a price.

It's just that the ink knife can't figure out what kind of reason will make him use blood to return to heaven.

Ink Knife never thought that one day he would use blood to return to the sky. Because it doesn't need to.

Modao is never afraid of death, he can be reincarnated, even if he is besieged by immortals, Modao believes that he will never use blood to lead back to the sky.

"Could it be that the immortals are gone? Then why am I still reincarnated? ”

In the mind of the ink knife, only in the last battle, he will use blood to return to the sky. But at that time, the immortal has been destroyed, and he will not be reincarnated.

Modao thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't figure out the reason.

In the end, the ink knife gave up, since he couldn't figure it out, why bother himself.

Although the memory is not there, but the immortal extermination, the ink knife always remembers, because those two words have long been imprinted on his soul.

Inkknife looked around and found himself in a forest. The strange thing is that this time the reincarnation did not encounter an ambush by the immortals. This somewhat disappointed Mo Dao in his heart, and he had one less chance to kill immortals.

Leaving the jungle, Inkknife found a city.

The city looked dilapidated, almost razed to the ground, and in ruins.

"Dry Sky City. Looking at the city gate, which could collapse at any moment, Modao whispered.

Here, the ink knife felt a powerful fluctuation of immortal power, which was at the level of the immortal king, and in addition to the degree of destruction of this city, the ink knife instantly knew that this dry sky city was destroyed by the immortal king.

Because only immortals have such ability, and only immortals can do such cruel things.

At the same time, Modao also knew that he had been here before.

Because that immortal power is gradually dissipating as if it has lost its life.

Someone killed the immortal king, and in this world, except for Modao himself, there is no one else who can kill the immortal.

And if the Immortal King fights with the Immortal King, then this Dry Sky City will not be as simple as being dilapidated.

How strong the Immortal King is, the ink knife knows. If it was really two immortal kings fighting, this place would have been razed to the ground a long time ago, not to mention, the ink knife only felt a fairy power here.

"Is that when my sword was broken? Ink Dao believes that his sword was destroyed by the Immortal King, and he decides to stay in this dry sky city for a few more days to find all the fragments of his broken knife.

In the dry day city, there are few pedestrians on the road. Everyone's gaze looked cautious. Just doing your own thing.

There are very few people who walk in groups.

At the moment when the ink knife appeared, some of them were stunned, they were all carrying weapons behind them, and it seemed that they all had some skills. It's just that when they saw the ink knife, they instantly fled as quickly as frightened birds.

There were even some who screamed out in fear.

Although the ink knife is strange, these people are afraid of themselves, but the ink knife doesn't care. And not everyone is afraid, only those who carry weapons on their backs will be afraid of him.

Ink knife walked along the way and saw many beggars. He had never seen so many beggars.

Many people are fighting, even just for a steamed bun.

There were also people hawking on the streets, skinny and hungry, each holding a child, the oldest of whom was no more than three years old. The children were crying, crying heartbreakingly, and their voices became hoarse.

But it has never been able to change the fate of them about to become goods.

At this time, the dry sky city can only be described as miserable, only those who are rich, or those who are strong in martial arts can survive better.

Looking at the tragic situation in front of him, Modao suddenly felt that this place was like a river and lake. Because it is more reasonable here, and the rivers and lakes are the most reasonable place.

On the way, the ink knife passed by a hexagram stall.

There sat an old man, whose beard was white, but his face was radiant.

There was also a girl beside him, happily eating a sugar gourd. Although the city was miserable, she always had a smile on her face.

Suddenly, the girl looked at the ink knife.

"It's you!" the girl said in surprise. Unlike the others, there was no fear in her eyes.

The old man also looked at the ink knife, and there was a hint of imperceptible solemnity in his eyes.

"Divination. Ink knife walked to the stall and said. He had never believed in this, but the ink knife felt a special aura from the old man, which was different from the immortal power, and there was a faint hint of Dao flavor.

Modao didn't know who the old man in front of him was, but Modao knew that he must not be an idle person. What's more, from the girl's words, Modao felt that they should know themselves.

Although he didn't care about what he had done before, in order to find the broken knife fragments, he needed to know where he had been before.

The old man looked at the ink knife, silent, but the expression on his face changed and changed, sometimes solemn, sometimes confused, and finally when he saw the broken knife behind the ink knife, the expression on his face was frozen in horror.

"I'm going to close the stall, you can go somewhere else. The old man said, got up hurriedly, and prepared to leave.

The ink knife stepped forward and stopped the old man.

"You know me?" asked Inkknife.

Before the old man could speak, the girl beside him said dissatisfiedly, "You don't remember us! ”

"Shut up!" the old man snapped, and then said to the ink knife with a smile: "The child is not sensible, don't be surprised by this son, she just recognized the wrong person, and we haven't seen it." After saying that, the old man took the girl and hurried away.

This time, the ink knife did not stop.

The old man obviously knew himself, but Modao also knew that he couldn't ask anything after asking like this.