"Master Wei, please take a rest and leave the rest of the battle to us."
Seeing Boss Qing arriving again, Yang Xiangru, He Qingzhi, Fan Jieshi, Shen Dachi, Zheng Danxia, Fan Kaibao, as well as familiar faces and young faces stood in front of Wei Changli.
Wei Changli used to protect them from wind and rain, but now they have the strength to shoulder the crisis.
"I can't rest. I was the first palace lord who caused the Qing capital to fall, but I fought to the death with blood shed on thousands of mountains. Even if future generations of scribes are not ashamed of me, they should still respect me."
"No, I have never seen the grace of Duke Wen Zheng and Duke Xiaoyao, but if I were to choose, you would be the greatest master of the Wen Palace!"
Zheng Danxia also supported Wei Changli. The seven-foot tall man couldn't help crying now. Only then did he realize that this old man who had protected Wen Mansion for eight hundred years was so thin!
"Children, are you afraid?" Wei Changli asked with a strong smile.
"We were born here and grew up here, we were taught this absurdity, and now we shed our blood here and bury our bones here. This is an honor." Zheng Danxia said.
"Okay, you only have five of the six Danqing techniques you learned in Wenfu. Now I will teach you the last technique. This technique was created by Wenfu in the Jiazi year and is called the Burning Spirit Technique!
This spell can only be used once in a lifetime. After using it, the body will die, the painting will disappear, and the spirit will be destroyed. If there is anyone who is not afraid of life and death, follow me and resist the enemy."
Burning the spirit not only burns the spirit of the painting, but also burns the life.
Wei Changli's dying body was burning with fire, completely burning out the last ray of life. His already mortal body resolutely headed towards Boss Qing.
"The scribe Yang Xiangru is willing to follow the master of the palace!"
Yang Xiangru was at the eighth level of Wangxian's cultivation and was invincible in the nine realms after Burning Spirits. The words on the side of his body were shining with blood.
"The scribe congratulates you and is willing to follow the master of the palace!"
He Qingzhi's natal painting spirit is the Diao Mountain bear. At this moment, the bear spirit's figure suddenly swelled and its eyes were red.
"Liu Songyang..."
"Li Jilin..."
Picture scrolls flew up from all the streets of the Qing capital, burning scribes and burning their lives, showing their final glory to the world.
"Fu Xiu, the governor of the Qing Dynasty, is willing to lend a helping hand to Mr."
"Zhang Xingyun, the governor of Taicheng..."
"Prefect Chen Hemei..."
"Lu Lian, the governor of Zanzong City..."
Twenty-three more huge paintings appeared in the air. Every place in the twenty-three cities of Yunzhou was attacked by the Baiyang Sect. These prefects were all seriously injured.
But at this moment, the twenty-three chief eunuchs all arrived, following closely behind Wei Changli to protect the holy land in their hearts. The colorful dragons and tigers leaped in the sunset.
No one cares if he can come back. If he never comes back, he will never come back!
These brave old scribes who were not afraid of death were their elders and teachers, and now they each sacrificed their lives heroically.
"Zheng Danxia is willing to go with the Palace Master."
Zheng Danxia and the young scribes also used the spirit-burning technique, but the flames on their bodies were extinguished by a withered palm.
"If the Qing capital dies, it is the duty of us old scribes to bury the Wenfu. After all, we are the ones who created the Yuling Continent in this unbearable era. You must save your lives and make a comeback."
Shen Dachi whispered a few words in the ears of several people. Zheng Danxia and Fan Kaibao had shock in their eyes.
"Go ahead, don't let our sacrifice be in vain."
This was Wei Changli's last glory. He brought the power of a thousand volumes to fight at the top of the Wen Mansion. All the demons in the Baiyang Sect were frightened by the news, and Boss Qing no longer restrained himself and used all his methods.
Wei Changli was like a literary saint descending, surrounded by countless painting spirits.
Under the Spirit Burning Technique, the Diao Shan Bear that He Qingzhi transformed into became extremely violent. He slapped Boss Qing's body and was knocked back a few steps.
But Boss Qing was even more ferocious. The lightning surged from his body and engulfed the Diao Shan bear. The painting spirit was shattered and Wen Mansion teacher He Qing was killed on the spot.
Boss Qing's strength is unparalleled in the world, but he is still scarred by such a suicidal attack.
Wei Changli gathered the power of all the painters and painting spirits into his fingertips, imprisoning the world, and then walked slowly through the void. This was the last attack in his life.
Boss Qing found that his body was locked and unable to move, and the threat of death surged from his heart!
The pace was slow, but every step hit Boss Qing's heart. Boss Qing spurted out a mouthful of blood and his internal organs were shattered.
This finger, which condenses the power of all the scribes, is full of all kinds of things at the fingertips. Even a strong man in the palace master realm will definitely die.
"Follow me and die."
Boss Qing tried his best to break free, but he couldn't escape the restraints at all. This was the last blow that Wei Changli paid for with his life.
He knew he couldn't escape, so he stopped struggling and slowly took off his mask!
Wei Changli had always guessed who Boss Qing was, and when he saw him now, his eyes were filled with shock, confusion, and even more fear.
It was this brief loss of concentration that caused the fatal blow to miss by an inch. Boss Qing tried his best to resist but was unable to resist, and half of his body was directly destroyed under this finger.
After the blow, Wei Changli fell to the ground weakly, and Boss Qing half-knelt on the ground, coughing up blood. If Wei Changli hadn't been distracted, he would have almost died.
"It's... it's... you..."
Boss Qing, dragging half of his body, sat peacefully next to Wei Changli.
"If you had followed me, if you had promised me, how could we have ended up in this situation!"
Boss Qing was also a bit excited, and there was even a hint of crying in his voice.
"Hutou, I'm sorry for you, but I have to do this."
"Yongye, this is Yongye..."
Wei Changli spoke intermittently. Before he died, he finally understood what eternal night was.
"Children, forgive me for leaving you with an incorrigible person..."
"There is no doubt that you are the greatest master of Wen Palace!"
Boss Qing wiped his tears, put the mask back on, and left with half of his body.
Wei Changli recalled his life. He was ridiculous when he was young. After he became the palace master, he caused countless controversies. He was the one with the worst stroke rating among the three generations of palace masters.
But the value of a scribe is not reflected by why he was born, but by why he died.
Thinking of Jiang Yan, thinking of Chen Daoshu, thinking of Meng Dongjiao, thinking of Shui Wuxin...
A happy smile appeared on Wei Changli's face. After he died, many things were not finished.
But this group of children have far more qualifications and wisdom than him, and they will definitely go further than him.
"Children, my era has come to an end, my mission has been completed, I will live up to my destiny and live up to my destiny!"
"Tiger head..."
"Wei Hutou..."
Wei Changli opened his eyes with difficulty. Young Lu Daoxuan, Qi Cifeng, and a little girl all stretched out their hands to him, seeming to take him away.
"Senior brother, Qingyao..."
"Hutou, take a rest when you're tired!"
Brothers who have grown up since childhood are either separated by heaven and earth, or have severed ties with each other. Their loved ones are thousands of miles apart. Wei Changli has no attachment to this world for a long time. He only remains because of his obsession with Wenfu.
, now I can finally take a break...
"I am really tired in my life!"
"I stepped on a stage I didn't want to be on, performed a performance I didn't like, and experienced all the human emotions. Fortunately, I finally ended up with a perfect ending."
The pinnacle of a generation has fallen!
Wei Changli is one of my most carefully drawn characters. Now that he is offline, I feel a little bit sad, but even if he dies, he will continue to push the plot line in the later stages.