Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"The convention remains in force."

"You human race..."

"It won't break itself, will it?"

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 a little irritably: "Nonsense, no!"

"That's good."

The demon god in the void sneered and stopped talking.

And Sun Yingxiong turned around sharply, looking at the only 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 where the demon gods were in the distance.

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

But the old people kept looking at each other, becoming more and more crazy!

"No matter what, this old man will accept you, a traitor, for Lao Liu today!"

The old horse was panting heavily, with hideous wounds on his body, staining 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 if you are in a quagmire, you can... not be stained with dust!"

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

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

A pure white lotus flower suddenly grew.

Looking at Bailian, Ji Hong trembled slightly, took a deep breath, and slowly clenched the brush.

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

"Death is long..."

"Ask you why you went to Huangquan?"

Ji Hong spat out a mouthful of blood mist, and the brush danced in the void, stained with blood, and continued to outline.

A gloomy road to the underworld emerged, black energy swept around, and the white lotus kept trembling, as if struggling to resist the erosion of the dark energy.

"The fairyland is indistinct, and I have no chance to ask."

"Disabled, short life!"

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

"today..."

"Use my broken body to open the fairy gate..."

"Protect the way for future generations!"

In a trance, there seemed to be a smile on the corner of Lao Ma's mouth, he turned his head slightly, and looked at the soldiers behind him who had closed the demon gate, and the bustling city in the distance.

In the end, he snorted, and a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

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

The old horse stood on the blood lotus, looked at the gloomy road to the underworld in the distance, and sneered.

"Ji Hong!"

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

"No matter what, this old man must inherit Lao Liu's legacy!"

"Prosper for the human race!"

Accompanied by a roar, the old horse's body continuously burst into wounds, spraying blood mist.

The blood lotus seemed to come alive, and the lotus seeds charged towards Ji Hong with terrifying energy.

Ji Hong's eyes were cold. On the road to Huangquan, there were constant soldiers blocking Lianzi.

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

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

"Please sir..."

"Self-respect!"

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

Huangquan Road became illusory in an instant, and finally shattered like a flower in a mirror and a moon in water!

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

The old horse spurted blood, and his body shook violently in mid-air.

"Old horse!"

Sun Yingxiong's body tightened, his eyes flushed.

"Ah..."

"Don't forget the convention..."

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

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

At this time, face is gradually regaining.

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

"Nine heavens soaring to the sky, all gods come to court!"

"With my blood..."

"Before God..."

"Proof..."

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

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

The old horse became more and more in a trance, his face was as pale as paper, but he laughed. He looked into a certain void, as if there was his old friend there.

"pity..."

"I never killed you."

"but..."

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

As he was dying, the old horse turned his head with difficulty, looked at the expressionless Ji Hong in the distance, grinned and sneered.

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

Picture scroll, final chapter.

A famous person jumps on the paper, the bustling street, the vendors on the roadside, the family of three in the park...

All kinds of scenes are warm, yearning, and lingering endlessly.

At this moment, Ji Hong seemed to be in the middle of the scene, his eyes dim.

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

Vaguely, it seems that an illusory elderly figure can be seen slowly walking towards Ji Hong from a distance, with a smile on his face.

"willow..."

"Liu Sangu!"

Ji Hong sank for a full five seconds, then suddenly called out a name, and his eyes became clear again!

The scene is broken!

The final result has been decided!

Although Ji Hong was covered with scars, he stood in the void, while the old horse slowly dissipated outside the scroll.

"My pen... still lacks a picture..."

Ji Hong stared at the picture scroll, the flame lines flickering between his brows.

The next moment, he directly stretched out his hand, grabbed the scroll, and held it in the palm of his hand. The evil energy surged to maintain the scroll so that it would not be broken again!

"One stroke, one stroke..."

"Ah..."

Ji Hong showed a sneering smile, even though he was seriously injured, his body was still upright, standing proudly!

"Today, Yaoyu, the owner of Yingjian Mountain, Ji Hong!"

"Slaying Human Race Bajue, Ma Sansi, in front of Zhenyao Pass!"

"Congratulations to the... Yaozu!"

"Thank you Human Race...for the painting!"

He raised the picture scroll above his head and shouted loudly, his voice resounding!

At this moment, the morale of the monster clan, which was originally extremely low, is showing a faint tendency to pick up.

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

"It seems that after there is no more tricks, your human race..."

"But so!"

"Hahaha!"

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

As for the secret person who never showed up, there was no more movement.

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

Inside Zhenyaoguan, the reserve soldiers stared at the figure in the sky with bloodshot eyes, wishing to swallow him alive and peel him alive.

(I want to write the poem more obscurely, but I am afraid that the readers will not understand, so I struggled for a long time, and finally settled on these few sentences. Of course, in the final analysis, I also want to write something more profound. Culture is here, so there is no way , the limit is reached, it can be regarded as a little wisdom for the demon god, don't spray...)