"Click!"

The pencil in the painter's hand broke again.

Looking at the drawing board in a daze, the painter's hand was hanging less than five centimeters away from the drawing board, holding half a pencil in his hand, unable to speak, Boss Gu and the sculptor glanced at each other and shook their heads.

After returning from the ancient tribe, the painter basically did not stop, this state has lasted for several days, and his health is not very good, and the machine can't stand such a high-intensity continuous painting.

It doesn't matter if the pencil is broken, and if the pen is broken, he doesn't have to draw anymore.

Boss Gu thought so, the basement floor was already covered with the painter's works, but the paintings that had been produced recently were all large clouds of black mist, and within the Three Realms, only Boss Gu could understand the meaning of his paintings, and the rest of the people, even the sculptors, could only scratch their heads.

The painter's trip to the Gu clan did not go well, at least not as the Gu boss expected, and it seems that there are still many different voices in the clan on whether to support the human race.

This is something that can't be helped, the ancient race, as the oldest ancient god race with the most qualifications, the almost strict hierarchy and the consciousness of the upper class creatures have penetrated into the bone marrow of everyone, even if there will be a slight change in thinking under the continuous adaptation to the development of the general trend, but after all, the time is too short, if you want them to accept the human race and support the human race, even if you bring out the ultimate goal of fighting against the gods, it may not be able to impress the core level of the ancient race in the first time.

This was already in Boss Gu's calculations, and the painter was able to come back by himself after going back, which was beyond Boss Gu's expectations.

But it's not without gain, when Boss Gu left alone, I thought it was just the patriarch's acquiescence, but now that the painter has returned again, it means that at least the patriarch doesn't have much opinion on himself.

This is the only thing that can make Boss Gu happy at present, which means that the road of the human race has not been blocked, and he still has hope of revenge.

With the human race alone, it can be said that it is impossible to fight against the gods, and when he heard it from Lao Ding Tou for the first time, Boss Gu's first reaction was that Lao Ding and Lao Gao were crazy.

The tea in front of him had already been cold, and neither the ancient boss nor the sculptor had moved.

"Demon Venerable has never given up on Happy and Xie Yi, and now it is basically certain that he is secretly contacting Xie Yi, as for Happy Happy, it is likely to be within his target range, but there is no news for the time being. ”

Boss Gu whispered.

"Boss. The sculptor held back a lot of words in his heart and wanted to say, but when it was time to say it, he didn't know where to start, "You have already left the ancient clan, and judging from the current situation, you have done everything you should do, and there is no need to mix it up." ”

Boss Gu smiled bitterly and shook his head, the second uncle who had been hiding from the world jumped out, and it was impossible for him to shout at this time.

"My goal is not to be a Demon Venerable. ”

"This feud...... It's hard to report. "The sculptor doesn't want revenge, but the enemy is too strong for their level to reach.

"This knot is incomprehensible, I can't stay out of it, I'm glad that this is a critical period, Demon Venerable has been thinking about subduing him, if it's really demonized, it will be a big catastrophe for the entire human world. ”

When the two were chatting quietly, the painter who was sitting not far from him came to his side at some point, picked up the cold tea on the table and drank it all, and then said coldly.

"Then kill!" The painter's expression was very cold, and when he was not smiling, he already had a feminine cruelty, but now his expression was a little hideous, and even more vicious.

"Can't be killed. Boss Gu was stunned for a moment and then shook his head, looking a little helpless.

"Why can't you kill it?" the painter seemed to be not satisfied with Boss Gu's reaction, and continued to ask.

However, no one responded to him, and Boss Gu fell into deep thought as if he was stunned.

Reality doesn't give Happy the right to choose again, and when he followed the phantom demon back to the demon base camp, he had already been labeled as "accepting demonization".

Happy rarely regained his sobriety, and this state of sobriety has lasted for two days, and when Happy observes the entire demon race from the inside, there are few other emotions except indifference.

The distinction between upper and lower levels is very obvious, in the entire demon camp, the demon venerable is always high, and then the twelve heavenly demons, and Zhao Tianzuo is faintly on an equal footing with the twelve heavenly demons as a human race, which is happy to be unable to figure out anyway.

Since the last time the two had a short exchange, Zhao Tianzuo has never looked for happiness, and the note was disposed of by happiness early, such a thing must not be seen by a third person.

When he was conscious, he was definitely unwilling to accept demonization, but he had come to this point, especially when the Demon Venerable personally took the demon blood from himself, and he realized that he was already "in a catastrophe".

Carefully count your fingers, this cheating father's life seems to have experienced countless "catastrophes" in a short period of time.

Thirty years of love tribulation, heart tribulation, intention tribulation, and the Chosen Will will die, and now coupled with the upcoming Demon Tribulation, I suddenly feel that the title of the Chosen Will Descendant is not appropriate, and it is better to call myself "Son of Calamity".

A drop of fresh black-red blood was suspended on the palm of the Demon Venerable's hand, the color was pure and deep, and all the Heavenly Demons present couldn't help but cast envy at the demonic blood that was constantly bursting out of demonic energy and forming a black-red energy light curtain.

Why? Why can't you get the blue eyes of the Demon Venerable as a Heavenly Demon, but you are happy that a human race can directly absorb the Demon Venerable's natal demon blood?

This is the common thought of all the Heavenly Demons present at the moment, and once it is born, this idea ignites from the bottom of their hearts like wildfire and intensifies.

They all felt that they were not worthy of joy.

Not to mention the great adaptability of the human race to the demon blood, just saying that the magic energy contained in this drop of Demon Venerable Natal Demon Blood is enough for the current Heavenly Demon to practice for several years before it can be condensed.

This is just considering the cost of time and energy, the purity of the natal demon blood is determined by the depth of the provider's skill, such as the Demon Venerable, who is already in the peak state of the demon race, his demon blood, it is impossible to meet and even more difficult to find.

Facing the outstretched palm of the Demon Venerable, Happy hesitated again, and this hesitation seemed to anger the Heavenly Demons who were called by the Demon Venerable to watch the ceremony, as if what they believed in had been desecrated.

The hostile gaze beside him attracted the attention of Joy, there was no way, no one could be indifferent in the midst of a dozen obviously ill-intentioned gazes.

Happy to reach out to take it, when the palm of his hand was still dozens of centimeters away from the drop of demon blood, he felt a power of Pengbai, this power attribute was already indescribably pure, just by getting closer, he felt an inexplicable suction.

This is the most real reaction of the energy itself to the outside world after being deliberately erased from the energy attribute, happy and flat, the palm of the hand as stable as possible to keep close to the demon blood, facing the envious, jealous, doubtful, relieved eyes of everyone, and gradually sticking to the palm of the demon venerable.

Zhao Tianzuo's fingers on his side moved unconsciously, happy that this move was undoubtedly on the road of betraying the human race, and he didn't know if he had read the note he gave him......

He definitely saw it!

So why do you still need to accept demonization?

In this situation, even if you don't accept it, if you don't help, you will definitely not be able to leave, but should you help?

Zhao Tianzuo's mind was very confused, and he kept asking and answering himself, but as an ordinary person and a little afraid of death, he was surprised to find that he was very resolute in whether to help Happy escape.

Gave him a note, the meaning was already obvious, just ......

Does happiness really do that? How does it work in plain sight?

When Zhao Tianzuo's brain was running rapidly, he was happy that he had successfully obtained the demon blood in his hands. The palm of the hand was quickly soaked in black by blood, and the dense lines spread outward with the demon blood as the origin, and the touch of the numb crisp kept coming, the arm that was happily raised froze in mid-air, and the body that was originally covered by black clothes seemed to be directly exposed to the air, and the lines of the demon blood were clearly displayed, and this drop of blood was eroding the happy body.

"Formation, don't let anyone disturb him. The Demon Venerable left an order, and after seeing the joy of closing his eyes again, he turned to leave, although the Heavenly Demons were impatient, they could only obey the order.

Airplanes!

A strong wave of demonic energy suddenly erupted in the sky above Jincheng, attracting the attention of countless people.