"Convention is still valid."
"You Human Race..."
"You won't break it by yourself, will you?"
In the void, another hidden Demon God suddenly spoke calmly.
Old Woman was silent for a moment, as if he felt something, and finally said irritably, "Nonsense, no!"
"That's good."
The Demon God in the void sneered and stopped talking.
Sun Yingxiong turned around sharply and looked at the only battlefield that was not affected by Demon God!
Ji Hong!
Old Ma!
At this time, the battle has reached a fever pitch, and they can no longer even hear or feel the presence of Demon God in the distance.
Old Ma's Scroll was stained red with blood, and the Writing Brush in Ji Hong's hand had long since lost its ink and could only rely on its own blood to sustain itself.
But Old Man always looked at each other, getting more and more crazy!
"No matter what, I will deal with you, the traitor, for Lao Liu today!"
Old Ma was breathing heavily, with hideous wounds all over his body, staining his clothes red.
He waved his hand with some effort and turned Scroll.
"Innocent Soul, Innocent Heart!"
"Even if you are in a quagmire, you can still... stay clear of dust!"
Old Ma's voice became a little hoarse, and his eyes were fixed on Ji Hong.
In Scroll, the blood-red ink turned into a quagmire.
A white lotus flower suddenly grew.
Ji Hong looked at White Lotus, his body trembled slightly, took a deep breath, and slowly tightened his grip on Writing Brush.
"Six Paths of Reincarnation, Other Shore Flower Sea!"
"The air of death is endless..."
"Why did you go to Yellow Springs?"
Ji Hong spurted out a mouthful of blood mist, and Writing Brush flew in the void, stained with blood, and constantly outlined.
A Yin Aura dense Yellow Springs Road emerged, and black energy swept around. The White Lotus kept trembling, as if it was struggling to resist the erosion of Yin Aura.
"The road to immortality is misty, so I have no chance to ask."
"If you are disabled, your life will be short!"
"It's ridiculous to live for three or two years!"
"Today..."
"Use my broken body to open Immortal Gate..."
"Protect the way for future generations!"
In a daze, a smile appeared at the corner of Old Ma's mouth. He turned his head slightly and looked at the soldiers on Demon-Suppressing Pass behind him, as well as the bustling city beyond.
Finally, he groaned and a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
White Lotus in Scroll was dyed blood red at this moment, growing bigger and bigger, and the flower branches stretched out, revealing the flawless white lotus seeds inside!
Old Ma stood on top of Blood Lotus, looking at the gloomy Yellow Springs Road in the distance, and sneered.
"Ji Hong!"
"Today, it depends on your Yellow Springs way, whether you can accept me!"
"No matter what, I will inherit Lao Liu's legacy!"
"Prosperity for Human Race!"
Along with a roar, wounds continued to burst out on Old Ma's body, and blood mist sprayed out.
Blood Lotus seemed to come alive, and the lotus seeds attacked Ji Hong with terrifying energy.
Ji Hong's eyes were cold, Yellow Springs On the road, Yin Soldiers kept blocking Lianzi.
"The so-called Six Paths are nothing but illusion."
"Yellow Springs all the way, is there really Other Shore?"
"Please..."
"Self-respect!"
Writing Brush waved again, Ji Hong's face became paler, but Writing Brush kept holding in his hand, his eyes were so cold.
Yellow Springs The road suddenly became illusory, and finally it was like a mirror, and suddenly Shatter!
And the Blood Lotus on the Yellow Springs road also exploded at this time.
Old Ma spurted blood from his mouth and his body shook violently in mid-air.
"Old Ma!"
Sun Yingxiong's body tensed up and his eyes turned red.
"Huh..."
"Don't forget Convention..."
Red Dragon Demon God saw this scene and sneered, admiring the scene in the distance.
For them, Three Clan Chiefs's death was more of a loss of face.
At this time, face is gradually being regained.
Sun Yingxiong clenched his fists tightly, breathing heavily, and said nothing.
"Nine Heavens Lingxiao, All Gods Pay Homage!"
"With my blood..."
"Before God..."
"Promise..."
"Lao Liu... I... I seem... to see you."
"Today, I will live up to the common people and live up to you..."
Old Ma became increasingly confused and his face was as pale as paper, but he smiled. He looked somewhere in the void, as if there were his old friends there.
"What a pity..."
"I will never kill you."
"But..."
"My Swan Song, paint the common people, ha..."
On his deathbed, Old Ma turned his head with great effort and looked at the expressionless Ji Hong in the distance, grinning with a sneer.
Along with the smile, blood continued to overflow from the corners of his mouth.
Scroll, final chapter.
People are jumping on the paper, busy streets, vendors on the roadside, a family of three in the park...
All kinds of scenes are warm, fascinating and lingering.
Ji Hong At this moment, it was as if he was in the scene, his eyes were hazy.
Every second he sank, another injury appeared on his body, as if he had been soaked in blood.
Vaguely, it seems that an illusory figure of Old Man can be seen slowly walking towards Ji Hong from a distance with a smile on his face.
"Liu..."
"Liu Sangu!"
Ji Hong was lost for five seconds, and then he suddenly said a name, and his eyes regained clarity!
Scene Shatter!
The final result has been decided!
Ji Hong, although covered with scars, stands in the void, while Old Ma slowly dissipates outside Scroll.
"My pen... still lacks a painting..."
Ji Hong stared at Scroll, the Flame lines between the eyebrows flickered.
The next moment, he stretched out his hand directly, grabbed Scroll, and held it in his palm. Demon Aura surged, maintaining Scroll, making it no longer Shatter!
"One stroke, one stroke..."
"Huh..."
Ji Hong showed a sarcastic smile, even though he was seriously injured, he still stood upright and stood proudly!
"Today, Demon Domain, Eagle Ravine Mountain Lord, Ji Hong!"
"Behead Human Race, Eighth Awakening, Ma Sansi, in front of Demon-Suppressing Pass!"
"Congratulations to...Demon Clan!"
"Thank you Human Race... for the gift of the painting!"
He raised the Scroll above his head and shouted loudly, his voice echoing!
Demon Clan's morale, which had been extremely low, was beginning to recover at this moment.
The two Demon God looked at Ji Hong with a hint of appreciation.
"It seems that after there is no more tricks, you Human Race..."
"Nothing more than that!"
"Hahaha!"
Red Dragon Demon God smiled happily, and the previous depression was swept away. Dark Clouds gradually dissipated, and its voice also disappeared.
As for the secret person who had never shown up, there was no more movement.
Sun Yingxiong was left alone, standing in the void. He turned around and looked at the weak Ji Hong. His eyes were full of cold murderous intent. Finally, he snorted coldly and turned around to leave.
Inside Demon-Suppressing Pass, the soldiers of Reserve Corps stared at the figure in the sky with blood-red eyes, wishing to eat him alive.
(I wanted to write the poem more obscurely, but I was afraid that the readers would not understand it. I struggled for a long time and finally settled on these few sentences. Of course, in the final analysis, I actually wanted to write it more profoundly. With culture here, there is no other way. It is the limit. It can be regarded as a lesson to Demon God. Don't spray...)