Mu Yu seemed to be dozens of years old at this moment.

Full of gray hair.

Trembling to his feet.

The black gas in mid-air poured into the tombstone again, forming the ninth demon core.

"It turns out..."

"I can do it too, without a demon core... Promotion. ”

"I sure did..."

"The most genius of the Terrans."

"No..."

"I don't deserve..."

"You... It's the Terrans... A real celestial pride. ”

"And I'm just a piece of waste hiding behind you..."

Mu Yu spoke softly, slowly stood beside Zhao Zicheng, and patted him on the shoulder: "Next, leave it to me..."

As the sound fell.

A chain formed by aura suddenly appeared in the void, passing through the body of one of the demon lords.

Blood squirted, but avoided the tombstone.

"Your blood..."

"It's not worth staying on it yet."

Mu Yu leaned over his body, feeling his passing life, he didn't care, he just said stupidly.

"You..."

"You hit Atay five times..."

A crack appeared in the space out of thin air, cutting through the body of one of the demon beasts.

"You..."

"You bullied Xiaoxiao..."

"You scolded Teacher Xu..."

Mu Yu seemed to be just walking casually on the ground, but those demon lords were frightened and fell in a pool of blood, unable to even resist.

But in just half a minute...

Fifteen demon lords, all reduced to corpses.

Pupils dilated.

Full of horror.

Only Mu Yu stood alone among the corpses, covered in blood, like a mad demon.

"Zicheng..."

"Take care of the little ones..."

"And..."

"Goodbye..."

Under the sun, Mu Yu suddenly turned around and looked at Zhao Zicheng, and said in a gentle voice, revealing a smile.

And the last smile...

The next moment, Mu Yu rose into the sky and galloped in the direction of the Demon Suppression Pass.

His life...

Not much...

At the end of the day, there is always something to be done for the 140th class.

Break the Nine Senses and behead fifteen demon masters...

What can only be paid is the price of life.

Everything in this world is fair.

Zhao Zicheng fell to the ground, his eyes were dead, Lin Xiaoxiao looked at the direction of Mu Yu's departure, tears kept flowing, but his eyes did not blink, as if he wanted to imprint Mu Yu's back firmly in his mind.

After a long time...

Zhao Zicheng suddenly gulped the blood of the demon lord on the ground, even if this could only allow him to recover a trace of aura faster.

"I..."

"We can't fall yet..."

"Mountain... The mountain is still there..."

"What if..."

"In case someone comes..."

Zhao Zicheng kept muttering in his mouth, and finally bit the flesh of a demon lord and tore it hard.

……

"It's just two eight senses..."

"How long can you fight?"

The demon god looked at the crumbling Zhong Yushu and the pale Confucian Sheng, revealing a hideous smile.

Five minutes at most...

After five minutes, they will die.

And you can also join the battle above, and when the time comes, the balance of victory will fall in favor of the demon clan.

And then the next second...

The sound of chains resounded in the void.

The next moment, chains passed through the void and bound themselves in place.

A blood-red tombstone was suppressed from mid-air.

Caught off guard, it was smashed straight out of mid-air.

Mu Yu had a cold face, stood on the tombstone, looked at the demon god under his feet, and didn't say a word, just wrote words in mid-air at an extremely fast speed.

The rhythm of the law.

Wounds were cut into the demon god's skin.

Blood sprayed.

And Mu Yu also became weak at an extremely fast speed.

Ultimately...

With the last two words, the chain tied it in place completely.

Mu Yu turned his head and looked around...

With a look of amazement on his face, he suddenly let out a shout: "Terran, Mo Academy, Class 140, Teacher, Xu Yuanqing, Student, Atai, Mu Yu, Dabai, today... Fate! ”

"Worthy of the Terrans!"

"Worthy of..."

"Ink Academy!"

The sound resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The next moment, his body became a little illusory, and finally turned into a spot of light and disappeared into mid-air.

Only the blood-red tombstone and the pitch-black chains were left behind, suppressing the demon god in place.

Although the demon god is still struggling, according to the current frequency, it will not be able to break through this cage within three minutes.

Mu Yu, with his last life, for the human race Jiujue, to buy another three minutes.

Taking advantage of the short gap, Zhong Yushu continued to recover the aura in his body.

"Your mother!"

"Force Lao Tzu to work hard!"

Yu Sanshui scolded and shouted, and his attack was even more crisp.

And the old man in the black market suddenly turned around and looked at the town demon pass, Yu Mo's location.

"Hope..."

"You won't break your word."

"I will use my life to protect my black market for three hundred years."

The old man said in a hoarse voice.

Without waiting for Yu Mo to respond, he did not hesitate to self-destruct the awakening object, bursting out with powerful combat power, and constantly beating the already seriously injured Tengu backwards.

“……”

"Grab the front of Lao Tzu..."

Yu Sanshui was still muttering in his mouth, and began to fight for his life.

Time passed, and the chains beneath began to crack.

With a crunch sound.

The demon god rushed out again, angrily attacking Zhong Yushu's position.

However, after one fight, Zhong Yushu spurted blood again and flew out upside down, while Confucius was on top without saying a word.

……

"It's a song and a cry."

"It's a song and a cry..."

"For the rest of your life, what are your moods now?"

"Do you regret it?"

"Blame yourself?"

"If you can break through the Ten Senses, all of this can actually be avoided."

"But now..."

"Tut, the only pity is that there are still two alive."

"You say, if I do it now, kill them..."

The old white ape said with a smile.

At this time, the eyes of the rest of his life were already blood-red, and there was only a cold chill in his eyes.

"What, angry?"

"Would you like to kill me now?"

"Ten Senses!"

"As long as you break through the Ten Senses, you will have a chance to kill me!"

"And I, too, can truly destroy the last root of your Celestial Clan!"

"Come on!"

"Huh?"

"Tears?"

"In my impression, the Celestial Clan will never shed tears."

"They're a self-righteous, high-minded race!"

The old white ape seemed to have suddenly discovered something, looked at the corner of Yu Sheng's eyes, and said mockingly.

'Knock knock...'

"Knock knock..."

The rest of my life is beating faster and faster.

But the old white ape just smiled casually: "It's a pity, I promised Ji Hong that I wouldn't do it myself and rewrite the ending." ”

"Otherwise, I'd like to kill these two poor little ones..."

"It's not lively here..."

"Let's go to the next place."