Perhaps death is a relief for Qi Mo, but the life Chen Meng paid for with his life must not end here hastily.
It hurts again! No matter how tired you are! Also live!
We have to go back to that island in the middle of the lake!
I want to witness the beauty with you, that is my gift to you!
At this moment, Qi Mo's eyes seemed to have flames burning!
"How can this body be defeated before the silver birch flowers bloom?"
"Here comes the knife!"
The two black ink knives that fell on the ground obeyed Qi Mo's call and flew straight into his hands, and were tightly held by Qi Mo.
"Demonization opens • Ink painting world!"
"boom!"
Rolling demonic energy burst out from Qi Mo's body, turning into infinite ink color and saturating the entire dark space.
All the fearful ghosts surrounding Qi Mo's body were shattered into ink droplets, splattering everywhere.
Qi Mo turned into a dark figure, his eyes as scarlet as the blood moon.
Wang Yi's eyes were full of misfortune: "The matter has come to this, do you still want to fight again?"
Qi Mo narrowed his eyes: "You and I are both standing on a single-plank bridge, and only the one who wins can continue walking!"
"And that person can only be me!"
At this moment, Qi Mo's two ink knives gradually turned into blood, spreading upward from the tips of the knives until the whole person was dyed into a blood-ink figure.
The ink that rushed out of his body also turned into blood, and an astonishing killing intent came out of his body, overwhelming all directions!
The moment Qi Mo killed the person he loved with his own hands, his swords turned into blood and ink, as red as cinnabar.
Wang Yi's eyes were full of madness:
"You have your reasons, and I have mine! Since neither you nor I will retreat, let's come!"
"Fear ghosts and devour gods!"
The infinite fear ghosts spawned and rushed towards Qi Mo again.
I saw the bloody blade in Qi Mo's hand slashing toward the sky!
"Chixia opens the sky!"
A streak of red ink surged out, as red as the sunset on the horizon, tearing through the dark and terrifying sky, letting in the skylight.
And Qi Mo stepped forward hard, and infinite red burst out, completely tearing apart the remaining sky.
Those red colors soaked the world, and the white background turned the surrounding world into a landscape painting with only vermilion color.
The endless ruins, collapsed mountains, cirrus clouds in the sky, and the lake below are all like this...
Even Wang Yi has lost his original color.
And the sword that Qi Mo just swung has turned into the sunset on the horizon in the painting.
At this moment, Qi Mo, holding the red ink knife, moved, and his figure danced wildly in the painting, slashing one knife after another. Each knife turned into strokes, and the void became words, lifted up in the painting!
While writing, he read in his mouth:
"In the middle of Mo Ke's painting, the red sword looks like blood. The sunset reflects in the sky mirror, and the body looks like a shooting star. The mountains are falling, and the sword is full of ghosts and gods!"
Every time he recited a word, Qi Mo used his red sword to cut out a word in the void. The words were red and engraved in the void!
"The one I love is now separated by mountains and seas, and the fallen devil is here even now. We have been together in the same boat for twenty-seven years, waiting for the silver birch flowers to bloom, where will the lonely shadow go, and a green shadow will come in a dream!"
"When the cicadas chirp throughout early summer and the silver birches bloom, it's like seeing her..."
At this moment, Qi Mo was holding a knife and carving words in the painting, with endless longing and deep love for Chen Meng in his eyes.
What Qi Mo wrote was not just poetry, but also a microcosm of his life.
Everyone looked at the eighty-six words written by Qi Mo in the red landscape with shocked eyes.
The painting is eloquent and free, the Chen Heng is empty, the ink is splashed and brushed, showing the style of a poet.
Ren Jie's scalp was numb and he looked at Qi Mo blankly. What kind of stubbornness made Qi Mo survive this rough journey to this day?
I saw Qi Mo's scarlet eyes looking at Wang Yi, with murderous intent rolling in like a wave!
Anyone who stops me from going back to see her will be killed!
At this moment, Qi Mo's red sword slashed straight into the void, writing the last line of this poem!
"Kill, kill, kill! Kill, kill, kill!"
Seven bright red words of "kill" are engraved into the void, exuding endless killing intent, giving the entire painting a sense of chilling.
After Qi Mo made the last stroke, he directly pointed the red knife in his hand at Wang Yi.
The body was like a bloody meteor, heading straight towards Wang Yi and slashing at him. All the words turned into ink and merged into Qi Mo's sword!
"The world of mortals is rolling • Mokexing!"
The sword slashed out, and a red line flashed across the painting. This was Qi Mo's sword at its peak!
Unstoppable!
No matter how Wang Yi summoned countless fearful ghosts to block him, Qi Mo cut them off with a single blow.
With a "swish" sound, the red edge stunned the time. Wang Yi, who had lost his color, was cut in half by Qi Mo. His body couldn't help but turn into red ink and blended into the painting...
Even a strong person in the Fate Realm, whose life potential has been developed to the extreme, will definitely die in the face of this knife.
"The price...has been paid..."
The devil's whisper echoed in Wang Yi's mind, and a wry smile appeared on his face.
The thing that frightened me the most had finally happened to me.
He was mentally prepared to be haunted by demonic marks, but he didn't expect to have such an ending. It must be said that fate is a twist...
The one who loses... is himself after all...
But Wang Yi did not regret it. He tilted his head and looked in the direction of Yang Yan and shouted loudly:
"President! I, Wang Yi, have repaid all the kindness you have given me. This life... I have given back to you..."
"If there is an afterlife... I hope to meet you again..."
As he spoke, his body turned completely red, converging in the lower right corner of the painting and turning into a red seal, outlining the word Qi Mo.
Then Qi Mo swung his red sword, the ink painting world was shattered, and the color of the world returned...
His scarlet eyes looked at Xuan Lu and he went straight to kill him!
Qi Mo has not turned off the demonization. He has been covered by the magic mark disease in every corner of his body. The broken jar can no longer be broken, let alone pay the price of demonization...
The reason why he is still alive is entirely due to the effect of the Holy Fountain of Agelessness in his body, so... Qi Mo doesn't have to worry about the price at all.
I was forced to activate Demonization. Wouldn't it be a big loss if I didn't kill enough?
Xuan Lu's face turned pale. Without saying a word, he turned around and wanted to run away.
Wang Yi was so perverted that he was beheaded? He doesn't think he is stronger than Wang Yi.
If you stay any longer, you won’t get any benefits, and you might have to risk your own life. Is the Yangliu Chamber of Commerce seeing the end of the world?
If you don’t run now, when will you wait?
However, Lianxiang stopped and immediately stopped Xuanlu.
(#ಡ ꇴ ಡ) "Didn't you have fun hitting me just now? Your family owns this eternal town? Come and leave whenever you want? Leave it to me, girl!"
What will greet him will be a mixed doubles match between Qi Mo and Lianxiang.
On the other side, Yang Yan watched Wang Yi being killed by Qi Mo, and even her heartless heart was stung.
His eyes are full of despair...
Wang Yi has followed me for more than 30 years. In order to save my life, he put his own life on the line. Is all this... really worth it?
But it doesn't matter whether it's worth it or not, everything has happened, and Yang Yan has no way out.
"Bang~"
Patton, who was covered in blood, was slapped again by Ren Jie. Before he could stand upright, Beifeng's wolf claw had already been slapped down.
Countless sparks flew from his palm, and he slapped him hard!
"The beacon is burning!"
"boom!"
With one slap, sparks flew out and black smoke billowed. Barton, the God's Favorite, was beaten to pieces on the spot, and he couldn't die anymore!
As a being favored by the gods, not even the gods can save him...
At this moment, Beifeng's other wolf claw had already grabbed Yang Yan and held it tightly in his hand, with murderous intent in his eyes!
"Now it is your turn!"
"Dare you threaten me with the life of my precious great-granddaughter? Are you really tired of living?"
At this moment, Yang Yan's ignited torch of life also burned to the end, and she looked at Beifeng with despair...
Now...it's really dead...
How could the situation that was originally under control be turned upside down?
In the final analysis...maybe it's because of a brick?
Damn Ren Jie!
I just~%?…;# *'☆&℃$!
