"The Convention remains in force."

"You Terran..."

"You won't break it on your own, will you?"

In the void, another hidden demon god suddenly spoke lightly.

The old woman was silent for a moment, as if she felt something, and finally said with some irritation: "Nonsense, no!" ”

"That's fine."

The demon god in the void sneered and stopped talking.

And Sun Yingying turned around violently and looked at the last battlefield that was not affected by the demon god!

Ji Hong!

Old horse!

At this time, the battle had reached a fever pitch, and they couldn't even hear or feel the location of those demon gods in the distance.

Lao Ma's painting scroll was stained red with blood, and the brush in Ji Hong's hand had long since run out of ink, so he could only rely on his own blood to maintain it.

But the old men kept looking at each other, and they became more and more crazy!

"No matter what, today, the old man will take away you traitor for Lao Liu!"

The old horse gasped, and the hideous wounds on his body stained his clothes red.

He waved his hand with some effort, and the scroll turned.

"The soul of a child, the heart of a child!"

"Even in the quagmire, you can... No dust! ”

The old horse's voice became a little hoarse, and his eyes stared at Ji Hong.

In the painting, the blood-red ink turns into a quagmire.

A white lotus flower suddenly grew.

Ji Hong looked at Bai Lian, his body trembled slightly, he took a deep breath, and slowly clenched the brush.

"Six reincarnations, the sea of flowers on the other side!"

"Dead air..."

"Why did you go to Huangquan?"

A mouthful of blood mist erupted from Ji Hong's mouth, and the brush flew in the void, stained with blood, constantly outlining.

A cloudy Yellow Spring Road emerged, black qi swept around, and the white lotus continued to tremble, as if it was struggling to resist the erosion of yin qi.

"The immortal journey is ethereal, and there is no reason to ask."

"Crippled, short life!"

"It's been three years and two years, but it's ridiculous!"

"Today..."

"With my stump body, open the immortal gate..."

"Protect the way for future generations!"

In a trance, the corners of Lao Ma's mouth seemed to be smiling, and he turned his head slightly, looking at the soldiers on the town demon pass behind him, as well as the bustling city beyond.

Eventually, he snorted, a wisp of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The white lotus in the picture scroll was dyed blood-red at this moment, growing larger, and the flower branches stretched, revealing the white and flawless lotus seeds inside!

And the old horse stood on top of the blood lotus, looking at the gloomy Yellow Spring Road in the distance, and sneered.

"Ji Hong!"

"Today, it depends on whether you can accept the old man on Huangquan Road!"

"No matter what, the old man will inherit Lao Liu's legacy!"

"Prosperity for the Terrans!"

With an angry roar, wounds continued to burst out on the old horse's body, and blood mist sprayed.

The blood lotus seemed to have come to life, and the lotus seeds attacked Ji Hong with terrifying energy.

Ji Hong's eyes were cold, and on the Huangquan Road, the Yin soldiers were constantly blocking the lotus seeds.

"The so-called six realms are just illusory."

"All the way to Huangquan, is there really another shore?"

"Please..."

"Self-respect!"

The brush waved again, Ji Hong's face became more and more pale, but the brush in his hand did not stop, and his eyes were so cold.

Huangquan Road instantly became illusory, and finally it was like a mirror, suddenly shattered!

And the blood lotus in Huangquan Road also exploded at this time.

The old horse's mouth spurted blood, and his body shook violently in midair.

"Old horse!"

Sun Yingying's body tightened, and his eyes were red.

"Heh..."

"Don't forget the Convention..."

Seeing this scene, the Red Dragon Demon God sneered and admired the scene in the distance.

For them, the death of the three patriarchs is more of a loss of face.

At this time, face is gradually being regained.

Sun Yingying clenched his fists tightly, his breathing became heavy, and he didn't say a word.

"Nine heavens in the sky, all gods are coming!"

"I take my blood..."

"Before God..."

"Sermon..."

"Old willow... I... I'm like... I see you. ”

"Today, live up to the common people, live up to the king..."

The old horse became more and more dazed, his face was as pale as paper, but he laughed, and he looked into the void somewhere, as if there was an old friend there.

"It's a pity..."

"I didn't kill you."

"But..."

"My swan song, painting the common people, heh..."

When he was dying, Lao Ma turned his head with great effort, looked at Ji Hong who was expressionless in the distance, and grinned with a sneer.

With a smile, blood kept spilling from the corners of his mouth.

Picture scroll, final chapter.

A celebrity jumped on the paper, the lively street, the roadside vendors, a family of three in the park...

All kinds of scenes, a warm, desirable, lingering.

Ji Hong seemed to be in the scene at this moment, his eyes were hazy.

Every second he sank, there was an additional wound on his body, as if he had been drenched in blood.

Vaguely, it seemed that an illusory old man could be seen slowly walking towards Ji Hong from a distance, smiling.

"Willow..."

"Liu Sangu!"

Ji Hong sank for a full five seconds, pronounced a name violently, and his eyes returned to clarity!

The scene is shattered!

The final result is decided!

Ji Hong, although covered with scars, stood in the void, while the old horse, outside this picture scroll, slowly dissipated.

"My pen... There's still a painting missing..."

Ji Hong stared at the scroll, and the flame lines at the center of his eyebrows flickered.

The next moment, he directly stretched out his hand, grabbed the scroll, held it in the palm of his hand, and the demonic energy surged, maintaining the scroll so that it would no longer break!

"One stroke, one stroke..."

"Heh..."

Ji Hong showed a sarcastic smile, even if he was seriously injured, he still stood upright and proud!

"Today, Demon Domain, Eagle Stream Mountain Lord, Ji Hong!"

"Kill the Eight Senses of the Human Race, Ma Sansi, in front of the Demon Pass!"

"For... Demon Clan Congratulations! ”

"Xie Ren... Give away a picture! ”

He held it above his head and shouted, and the sound rang out!

The morale of the demon clan, which was originally low to the extreme, faintly has a tendency to warm up at this moment.

The two demon gods looked at Ji Hong's gaze with a hint of appreciation.

"It seems that after the tricks are gone, you Terran..."

"But that's it!"

"Hahaha!"

The red dragon demon god smiled heartily, the previous depression was swept away, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and its voice had disappeared.

As for the one who never showed up, there was no movement again.

Only Sun Yingying was left alone, standing in the void, turning around, looking at the weak Ji Hong, his eyes were full of cold murderous intent, and finally snorted coldly and turned to leave.

In the Demon Suppression Pass, the soldiers of the reserve force stared at the figure in the sky with blood-red eyes, eager to swallow it alive and skin it alive.

(I want to write the poem more obscurely, but I'm afraid that the readers don't understand, and I struggled for a long time, and finally settled on these few sentences, of course, in the end, I actually want to write a higher and deeper point, the culture is here, no way, the limit, it's a little wisdom for the demon god, don't spray... ）