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The red sun was like blood, and the clouds floated, also stained with blood. The red glow is reflected all over the sky.

On the high pile of bones, an old man with gray hair, crane hair and a childish face, his waist was straight.

The weapon in his hand had long been broken, and he discarded it casually, carrying his hands on his back, with gray hair and gray hair. Looking at the red glow in the sky, it seems to be melancholy and sighing.

At his feet, there was no living man, but a mountain of bones; Yes, only rivers of blood.

Red sunshine, red clouds, blood-stained earth, red-stained clothes. Symmetrical to each other, it forms a different picture.

The screen turns.

A cliff, clear breeze and clear water, and the fragrance of flowers is everywhere.

A ten-foot-long black dragon emerged from the lake, revealing half of its body.

On the shore, an old man dressed in white with gray hair and gray hair stood in front of him.

The black dragon's head horns are hideous, and a pair of dragon eyes are huge, giving people a feeling of not being angry and arrogant. The two strands of beard are windless and automatic, with the momentum between the five elements, and the natural oppressive force.

In the face of such a behemoth, the old man was not surprised, panicked, or excited. Not happy or sad, his expression is calm, but there is a hint of softness in his eyes.

"Boss, have you really decided to go to the underworld?" The black dragon's deep voice sounded, shaking the trees and the birds flying away.

The old man nodded slowly, "That's right. ”

"Do you have to go?"

"I have to go."

The old man's voice was soft, but firm and unshakable.

The black dragon was helpless, and after a moment of silence, the urn said angrily, "In that case, I will go with the boss and help the boss kill all those demon cubs." ”

The old man shook it gently, "No, you can't go." ”

"Why?!" The black dragon shouted.

The sudden increase in volume resounded through the valley, making the lake water gush and startle the birds.

The old man raised his head and looked at the black dragon, although he looked up, but it gave people the feeling of looking down, whether it was a look down on the elders, but the kind of look down on the elders looking at the younger generations. There is only concern, no feeling of contempt.

"Xiaolong, it's dangerous, I'll go by myself. You have just evolved into a horned dragon, and with your talent and dedication to cultivation, it is also possible to become a true dragon in the future. ”

"But, boss, you...

The black dragon was interrupted by the old man before he finished speaking.

"Needless to say, I've made up my mind." The words are out, and there is no room for refusal.

The black dragon gritted his teeth, looking unwilling. struggled in my heart for a long time, and finally my eyes glared, "Since that's the case, then I'll give the boss a gift." ”

Click!

With a crisp sound, the dragon horn on the black dragon's head snapped, and instead of falling, it was floated by mana.

The black dragon opened its mouth and spat out, and a ball of golden light was spit out, levitating in front of it.

The ball of light shone brightly, and wisps of golden light wrapped around the dragon's horn. In the light, the dragon's horns slowly melted and deformed.

The light passed, and the dragon horn became a long spear, with a pitch-black body, a bright head, and an inky spike.

The spear hummed and let out a dragon groan.

"Xiaolong, you!" The old man was moved.

The dragon ball was a little dim, the black dragon swallowed it back, his expression looked a little weak, he shook his head and said, "Boss, you don't need to say more, since this ink dragon spear has been made, it is impossible to take it back." Is the boss going to let my hard work go to waste? ”

The spear was floated by the mana, and slowly floated in front of the old man.

The old man squinted, there was a flash of crystal in his eyes, he didn't speak, and silently took this one, the ink dragon gun.

"In this way, your skills will be set back by at least five hundred years, is it worth it?"

The black dragon's gaze was firm: "I can't accompany you to the battlefield, boss, let this ink dragon gun replace me and accompany you to fight bloodily." ”

The picture turns, the earth is pitch black, the sky is dark, and the gloomy clouds are as difficult to dissolve as ink.

A person, dressed in white like snow, with white hair and gray hair, holding an ink gun, the collision of black and white forms a strong contrast.

Behind him, there are millions of male divisions, all of them are strong and murderous.

On the opposite side, demonic soldiers of different forms spread out, with no end in sight and boundless.

The battle began, and the two armies engaged in an extremely fierce battle.

There is no art of war, no layout, it is a completely desperate battle.

The first person was dressed in white like snow, with white hair and gray hair.

Kill, kill in the dark.

Kill, kill the blood stained the sky.

・・・・・・

The sky was still gloomy, but the earth that was originally like ink was dyed red with blood.

At his feet, boundless, full of corpses and mountains of blood.

Millions of soldiers have been sacrificed, and the demon soldiers have been killed and wounded.

Around, surrounded by the black oppressive demon army, looking at the old man standing in the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, his eyes were full of fear.

The white clothes were stained with blood, and the white hair was gray and red.

The body stood like a javelin, and the ink dragon spear in his right hand was tightly grasped and his back was behind him.

A pair of eyes, with endless anger, this fire has burned to the sky, vowing to burn this underworld clean.

・・・・・・

The sky was gloomy and gloomy, with dark clouds rolling and lightning and thunder.

The earth was littered with corpses, and the blood had flowed into rivers.

On a tall mountain made of demon corpses, a man covered in blood stood proudly with a black dragon spear.

The body stood straight, the eyes were round, but there was no life.

He had been standing like this for seven days, and he had been dead for seven days, but even if he was dead, those demons who were standing far away did not dare to take half a step.

It wasn't until many years later that the invincible body had weathered and turned into a cloud of dry bones.

In the place where he died in battle, the demons erected a god-killing mound for him.

This ink gun was also left in his coffin.

The vicissitudes of life, the world is like a white cloud and a dog. The gun was later also lost in the First Great War, until it appeared here, again in his hands.

The sight returned, the moon was still bright, and the flames were still burning.

Looking at the ink gun in his hand, the feeling of familiarity is even worse, like a friend who has not seen him for many years.

"After all these years, we see each other again... Night Darkness's voice was a little choked, and he gently stroked the body of the gun and said.

Airplanes! ~

The ink gun also hummed in response. It hadn't seen it for a thousand years, and it missed this master very much. At first, he didn't recognize it, until he sensed that familiar qi, and it didn't recognize it, this was his first director and only master a thousand years ago. Except for him, no one in this world is qualified to have himself anymore, and no one is free to exert his power anymore.

After a thousand years, this divine soldier who had accompanied him until he died in battle finally returned to his hands at one time.

Speaking of which, they really have a relationship with each other. Isn't the black dragon seen in the picture his father-in-law in this life, the River Styx?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile a little, looking forward to what it would be like to go back with the ink gun next time he went back to see him.

(To be continued.) )