Qin Mo no longer wants to let his children experience all the experience in this life.

Looking back at the past years, the tortuous roads I have walked, step by step, I really want to be an ordinary person.

Don’t be strong anymore, because being strong requires more responsibility.

A life of mediocrity and a life of peace.

Qin Mo slowly stood up from the concrete. He stood with Senior Feng Ling, facing the tens of thousands of people who came to the mirror.

There are so many people that you can't see at first sight.

The crying and help from the people in Long City gradually disappeared after Qin Mo and the others appeared.

The two of them quickly attracted all the firepower of Xiajing, thus saving the people in Long City who were still wandering.

Time and space seemed to have all stopped at this time.

The scorched earth burned everywhere, and everyone in the mirror faced the only two people, as if waiting for these two people to say something.

After all, tonight is their death date.

Li Zichen, a few immortals floating in the sky, looked down at Qin Mo with complex expressions.

In fact, Qin Mo and Feng Ling still have a chance to survive.

That is surrender.

Qin Mo is the leader of Huawu and Feng Ling is one of the rare martial immortals in the world. If these two surrender, Song Ying Longliang will definitely be very happy.

But Li Zichen and the others also knew that this was impossible.

That kid could not surrender.

He would rather die.

This last silence may be the last dignity left to these two strong men under the mirror.

"I'm over 150 years old. Even if you, Grandpa Long, you still call me Sister Ling."

The Shengliang pen in Feng Ling's hand slowly showed it out.

The huge brush, dozens of centimeters taller than Feng Ling, was held in her hand like a thick red tassel gun. "Although I still have too many unsatisfied wishes in my life, I have lived enough of age, but..." Feng Ling turned to Qin Mo and showed a loving smile, "You kid, you are still young. If you die with me, an immortal guy, it's not worth it."

"I can't let you die!"

Feng Ling sighed to the sky, "If you die, he will definitely be sad. After all, you are the child he raised."

"I hate him."

"I don't want to make him sad either."

"Boy Qin! You are a good boy! Let me tell you something for me, he... He owes me so much in his life! I will never let him go even if I become a ghost!"

"I'm sorry, I can never see him again..." Shengliang's pen drew the ink-stained color on the sky.

The gorgeous brushwork, as Feng Ling waved, surrounded it, forming sections of black silk, which surrounded Qin Mo's body. Gradually, it formed an ink-colored cage, trapping Qin Mo in the cage.

"Grandma Feng!"

Qin Mo immediately reacted and wanted to rush out of the cage.

But the cage is like a soft cotton. When Qin Mo hit the ink-colored fence, the fence just bent slightly and bounced Qin Mo back.

"Grandma Feng! Let me out! Grandma Feng!!"

Qin Mo yelled excitedly and knocked on the cage desperately, but he could no longer see Grandma Feng Ling's turn. She only left him the last lonely and lonely back. She walked towards the army of tens of thousands of people, one by one, and one pen, step by step.

"How much I regretted it!"

"I regretted it so much that I couldn't protect your father."

"If I let go of the shackles in my heart, how could there be no Qin Yenan in the world?"

"I can't let you die."

"My good disciple is dead..." "I want to protect his descendants for him. This is what I owe to him more than 20 years ago."

"Today, I've paid it back together."

Her even more swallowing voice echoed in the quiet scorched earth of Long City for a long time.

She carried the Shengliang pen and rushed towards the tens of thousands of people in Xiajing. She seemed to have the momentum of thousands of troops, and she was alone and killed the monks in Xiajing! "Senior Feng Ling!!"

Qin Mo screamed heartbrokenly.

But she still couldn't stop her resolute steps! "Old woman Feng Ling, the second martial immortal in the world, come and give her advice!"

"Today, it's my Feng Ling's last battle!"

"I hope to separate my life and death from you and other rats!!"

Wow!! The Shengliang pen drew a series of ink dyes in the sky, and each stroke was slashed on the monks of the lower mirror. The black ink instantly wrapped these monks of the lower mirror. In an instant, the monks who were lit by the Shengliang pen turned into a pool of ink and landed on the ground and evaporated in the human world! All this came so suddenly that the people of the lower mirror did not react at all. They did not expect that Feng Ling would dare to fight the entire Xiaojing alone! These are tens of thousands of monks! So strong! She is too strong! The moment she rushed into the crowd of Xiaojing, she actually dispersed all Xiaojing monks in an instant. Not all monks, but they were all worthy of fighting with him. When Feng Ling waved the Shengliang magic pen, it was like a magic pen Ma Liang, and the gods came to earth! The huge brush waved in her withered hands with ease.

Even if the encirclement is formed, due to the area, at most dozens of people attacked Feng Ling at the same time, which led to the brushes in Feng Ling's hands being played to the extreme.

"One transaction, judgment!"

"Two transactions, judgment!"

"Three strokes..." "Four strokes..." Although Xia Jing quickly reacted and fought back, when the powerful martial arts hit Feng Ling, Shengliang's pen just fell down with ink, and instantly turned his martial arts into nothingness! Feng Ling faced dozens of people rushing towards him, and he fought very rhythmically.

She first judged a strong enemy in an instant, waved the pen of the Shengliang, and wrote the word "death" on him. As the ink exploded, the man's body exploded instantly and died suddenly! In just a few minutes! Feng Ling, one stroke, 39 words "death", sentenced 38 monks of Xiajing to death! Only one person used his body skills to escape Feng Ling's death judgment. He just escaped by luck. The word "death" was only one stroke away! Feng Ling's strength quickly alarmed the entire Xiajing! Although the number of people in Xiajing was huge, it was impossible for tens of thousands of people to attack Feng Ling at the same time. Moreover, when there were too many people and few enemies, Xiajing could not use strong attack martial arts to attack Feng Ling, and could only use single-body locking martial arts (the damage of group attack martial arts will not only hurt the enemy, but also affect friendly forces), which limited Xiajing's performance.

And there is another point, the enemy surrounding Feng Ling (which can effectively attack Feng Ling) has a maximum of dozens of people and dozens of people coming at the same time, which is already crowded, which leads to the fact that Feng Ling wants to kill Feng Ling, and can only be killed one after another.

And for Feng Ling! What is the difference between you and one person?

It was just a gourd baby who saved his grandfather! Feng Ling fought with many monks from the scorched earth in Long City to the sky.

The Shengliang pen kept waving in her hands. The already dark sky was dyed half of the ink color with her brush! It was chic, agile, drifting! This is the best summary of the battle of Senior Feng Ling.

When she took action, it seemed as if the entire battlefield had become the focus. The fire of various martial arts in the sky exploded, and the ink color always appeared most appropriately, instantly turning these martial arts into nothingness.

"A stroke of dust..." Long City, on the rooftop, there are only a few undestroyed high-rise buildings.

Long Liang and Songying stood on the edge of the rooftop and watched the scene in the distance. The battle to surround Feng Ling had lasted for almost twenty minutes.

"What did you say?"

Suddenly hearing Long Liang's murmur, Song Ying frowned in dismay.

He didn't expect Feng Ling to be so powerful! Song Ying saw her special fighting style for the first time, and she actually used her brush and ink as a martial arts. In these twenty minutes, the pen in her hand seemed to have painted all the people in the world.

"This is the pen falling into dust."

Long Liang was very moved, "In her writing, people who are lower than her, who release martial arts and are contaminated with her ink will automatically become invalid. This is a stroke of dust, so-called... a stroke of dust!"

Song Ying took a deep breath, "This... how could there be such martial arts in the world!"

"This is not a martial art."

"What?"

"This is her innate ability."

Long Liang said slowly, "Just like Liu Wu can burn fat to fight, such special abilities are born with you and no one can learn them."

"And the pen falls into dust is Feng Ling's ability."

"Let the immortal level fight her! If this continues, she will not die."

Song Ying clenched his fists angrily.

He roared at the headset, "Get away from me! Kill her in every martial arts!! I don't believe it! I need to kill Feng Ling alone, and I need to get off the mirror immortal!"

Long Liang had no choice but to look at Songying and slowly shook his head.

Facing the cameraman, Songying still doesn't want to let go of his arrogance.

After the Songying order was issued, dozens of people who were still besieging Feng Ling scattered, and the people who were preparing for the subsequent resignation immediately retreated.

People scattered around, setting a distance of hundreds of meters, forming a huge encirclement, and countless monks surrounded Feng Ling alone in the center.

"Fake Immortal·Double Level-Fire Fire!"

"Fake Immortal Four-Level-Thunder!"

"Training the Tribulation·Fifth Level..." "Cracking Pill..." "Nasin Infant..." Cultivators quickly unraveled the seals, several, dozens, hundreds... Until the end, countless martial arts suddenly rushed towards Feng Ling! At this moment, the sky and the earth changed color and moved! The ground collapsed, and various martial arts came from the ground, the sky, from all directions, and formed a powerful force of entanglement, and wanted to swallow Feng Ling alive! The gathering of countless martial arts caused the sun and the moon to reverse, and the sky and the earth to shake! In an instant, all attacked Feng Ling! Feng Ling stood tired on the ground.

She struggled to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and faced the countless martial arts calmly, as if this explosion had nothing to do with her.

Just as countless martial arts bombarded her, she slowly raised her Shengliang pen... "This stroke is my Feng Ling's ceremony."

"I am the martial immortal Feng Ling, Liu Wu's martial arts!"

"The pen falls..." Shengliang's pen gently clicked the next dot on the ground.

Wow! This ink spread out in an instant, forming a powerful wave of air, bursting out thousands of ink, as if it was about to wrap everything in the world! "Dust!"
Chapter completed!