Once upon a time there was a demon pass

Ji Hong's face was dark, and he glanced at it lightly.

"Why are you staring at me? I don't even dislike the things you drew in black and white, but you dislike me?"

"Sure enough, you heartless guy!"

"It really broke my heart!"

The old white ape was crying, and I felt sorry for him, especially the big red robe, which suddenly became appropriate to the occasion.

"Stop watching idol dramas. When the heroine's words come out of your mouth, it becomes disgusting."

The beast tide surged, and the fourth attack started.

Instead of grinding his teeth with the old white ape to pass the time, Ji Hong soared into the sky, with a writing brush in his left hand and a scroll in his right, rushing towards Zhenyao Pass with overwhelming coercion.

"Come to fight!"

Accompanied by the violent drinking, an old figure stood in front of him.

"Ugh..."

The old man let out a sigh, looking at Ji Hong with regret in his eyes: "You used to be the pride of the Mo Academy, and also the pride of Lao Liu."

"Oh, put away your hypocrisy."

"In the end, I just want to use me to die for those cowardly and incompetent guys."

Ji Hong sneered, his eyes did not fluctuate, and his tone was slightly mocking.

"Why should I protect those who have nothing to do with me?"

"Just to pass on the torch?"

"hypocritical!"

Ji Hong's cold reprimand sounded continuously in the void.

The old headmaster of Mo Academy sighed softly, shook his head, and the feeling of loneliness in his eyes became more and more intense: "Human race, never forced anyone... But in the same way, not betraying, not killing each other, is also the bottom line of the human race."

"You crossed that line."

"I will personally serve Mo Academy...except for you."

Only Ji Hong's disdainful sneer responded to him.

"Ink stains mountains and rivers, blood stains heaven and earth!"

"This painting is for your hypocritical heart."

As the scroll unfolded, Ji Hong quickly sketched with a brush in his hand. Every stroke would create an illusory scene behind him.

Dark mountains, rivers, blood-red skies...

All this enveloped Ji Hong and the old principal.

"When the spear appears, the universe changes."

"The gun shoots out, the mountains and rivers break!"

A long spear seemed to appear suddenly from the void, stabbing at the old principal with unparalleled vigor.

The surrounding mountains, rivers and rivers shook violently at this time.

Dots of energy and coercion concentrated on the old principal, affecting his movements, as if putting him in a quagmire.

"Ugh..."

"People fear the night, but they don't die in the night."

"Because they firmly believe that there will always be sunshine to drive out this dark night."

With a soft sigh, a ray of sunlight suddenly pierced into the blood-colored sky.

The golden energy formed a shield, blocking the spear.

"The night is long, where does the light come from!"

"It's still a joke!"

The spear pierced the energy shield and charged forward again.

And Ji Hong stood on the top of an ink painting mountain, condescending, looking down at him.

"The light...is always there."

"The direction of the heart is the light."

There was an extra round of scorching sun in the virtual sky, emitting a bright beam of light, which shattered the long spear.

The two stared at each other without giving way.

The fight between them may not have that sense of power to the flesh, but it is more dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will end up in doom.

The demon town below is closed, the flames of war have long been endless, and life has become the cheapest thing at this time.

Blood continued to flow down the edge of the city wall, washing the city gate into bright red.

……

"us..."

Zhao Qingyi stood far away, watching this scene subconsciously clenched his fists.

"Wait."

"not enough."

An Xin, who seemed carefree, looked extraordinarily calm at this moment, shaking her head slightly, and said softly.

"Only at the moment of the general offensive can we exert the greatest value."

"En." Zhao Qingyi nodded lightly and stopped talking.

But on the battlefield in the distance, the scenes of constant fighting, and the soldiers being torn apart by monsters and falling off the demon pass, these scenes kept impacting them.

They clearly had a chance to save these people, but for the ultimate goal, they could only watch helplessly.

This kind of inner pain caused them to suffer a lot.

"They will not die in vain..."

"Blood debt...will always be paid in blood..."

An Xin's tone was a little low.

"Ah."

Zhao Qingyi nodded again, the frost on his face became heavier.

No one pays attention to the two unremarkable guys in this corner, let alone know what role they will play on the future battlefield.

……

"If the rotation continues, we may not be able to withstand it."

Yuan Qingshan just manipulated his awakened object to continuously sound drums in mid-air, to compete with the demon drum, while he himself stood on the ground, frowned slightly, looked at the chaotic battlefield, and spoke.

At this time, Yu Mo's face was a little pale, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "The fourth wave..."

"Soon, soon..."

"By the way, today is..."

Yu Mo recalled for a moment: "According to the agreement, today is the day."

"You shouldn't let me down, after all, you keep the spirit of the contract the most..."

Yu Mo was a little lost in thought, but quickly recovered: "After the fourth round, all members will pass the customs!"

"After surviving their fifth round, we will be in a precarious state. At that time, the eight-tailed fox should launch a general attack in the sixth round, defeating us head-on in a devastating way."

"But at that time, our resistance will also be very fierce. If more than [-] monsters enter the customs, they will retreat after exhaustion and return with a big victory..."

"That's it..."

"Now... success or failure depends on you..."

Yu Mo muttered to himself, twitched his fingers, and an invisible sword energy swept across, cutting off the rushing monster.

"What are you waiting for?"

Yuan Qingshan frowned.

Yu Mo has always been mysterious, as if he has some way to turn things around, but he doesn't say it clearly.

"Of course...waiting for the wind to come..."

A morbid smile was outlined on Yu Mo's pale face.