“The convention remains in force.”

"You human..."

"I won't break it myself, right?"

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

The old woman was silent for a moment, as if she felt something, and finally said a little annoyed: "Nonsense, no!"

“That’s good.”

The demon god in the void sneered and stopped talking.

Sun Yingxiong turned around suddenly 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 heightened level, and they could not even hear or feel the place of the demon gods in the distance.

Lao Ma's scroll was stained red with blood, and the brush in Ji Hong's hand had long lost its ink and could only rely on his own blood to maintain it.

But the old man always looked at each other and became more and more crazy!

"No matter what, I will take you, the traitor, for Lao Liu today!"

Old Ma was gasping heavily, and the ferocious wounds on his body dyed his clothes red.

He waved his hands with some difficulty, and the scroll turned.

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

"Even in the mud, you can... be free from dust!"

Lao Ma's voice became a little hoarse, and his eyes were staring at Ji Hong.

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

A white lotus suddenly grew.

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

"The six paths of reincarnation, the sea of ​​flowers on the other side!"

"The dead spirit is long..."

"Why did you go to the underworld?"

Ji Hong sprayed a mouthful of blood mist, and the brush was flying in the void, contaminating blood, constantly outlining it.

A path to the underworld with a yin energy appeared, and the black air swept around. The white lotus kept trembling, as if it was struggling to resist the erosion of the yin energy.

"The fairy path is misty, I have no chance to ask."

"The body is disabled and the life is short!"

"It's ridiculous to live for three years and two years!"

"today..."

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

"Protect the Way for future generations!"

In a trance, Lao Ma's mouth seemed to have a smile, turned his head slightly, and looked at the soldiers at the demon-suppressing Pass behind him, and the bustling city further away.

Finally, he groaned and a wisp of blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth.

The white lotus in the scroll was dyed blood red at this moment, constantly growing bigger, the branches stretching out, revealing the flawless lotus seeds inside!

Old Ma stood above the Blood Lotus, looking at the gloomy road to the underworld in the distance, and sneered.

"Ji Hong!"

"Today, it depends on whether you can take me away on the underworld road!"

"No matter what, I must inherit Lao Liu's will!"

"Prosper for the human race!"

With a roar, wounds continued to crack and blood mist sprayed.

The blood lotus seemed to have come alive, and the lotus seeds were attacking Ji Hong with terrifying energy.

Ji Hong's eyes were cold, and on the road to the underworld, there were constant ghost soldiers, blocking the lotus seeds.

"The so-called six realms are nothing but illusions."

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

"Please..."

"Self-weight!"

When the brush waved again, Ji Hong's face became paler, but the brush in his hand kept stopping, and his eyes were so cold.

The road to the underworld suddenly became illusory, and finally it was like a mirror flower and water moon, suddenly shattering!

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

The old horse bleeded blood in his mouth and his body shook violently in the air.

"Old Ma!"

Sun Yingxiong's body tightened and his eyes were red.

"Oh..."

"Don't forget the convention..."

When the Red Dragon Demon God saw this scene, he sneered and admired the scene in the distance.

For them, the deaths of the three patriarchs were more of a loss of face.

At this time, face is gradually recovering.

Sun Yingxiong clenched his fists tightly, his breathing became heavy and he did not say a word.

"Nine Heavens Lingxiao, all the gods come to pay homage!"

"I use my blood..."

"Before God..."

“Achieve the truth…”

"Old Liu...I...I seem to...I see you."

"Today, I will not let down the people, and I will not let down the lord..."

Old Ma became more and more dazed, his face pale as paper, but he laughed. He looked at some void, as if there was his old friend there.

"pity..."

"You have not been killed in the end."

"but..."

"My masterpiece, painting the common people, hehe..."

As he was dying, Lao Ma turned his head hard and looked at Ji Hong, who was expressionless in the distance, grinned and sneered.

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

The scroll, the final chapter.

A commoner jumped on paper, a bustling street, a vendor on the roadside, and a family of three in the park...

All kinds of scenes are warm and desirable.

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

Every second he fell into slump, another injury appeared on his body, as if he was covered in blood.

It seemed like a illusory old man could be seen slowly walking towards Ji Hong from a distance, smiling.

"willow..."

"Liu Sangu!"

Ji Hong sank for five seconds and suddenly recited a name, and his eyes returned to clear!

The scene is broken!

The final result is decided!

Although Ji Hong was covered in scars, he stood in the void, while Lao Ma slowly dissipated outside this scroll.

"My pen...is missing a painting..."

Ji Hong stared at the scroll, and the flame patterns flashed on the middle of his eyebrows.

The next moment, he directly reached out his hand, grabbed it on the scroll, and held it in his palm. The demonic energy surged, maintaining the scroll so that it would not be broken anymore!
To be continued...