Jing Zhulong is dead?

Fang Lin was in a trance, the old guy who had been dependent on him for a long time was actually dead?

His life was so hard, he didn't even let him die from the Ancient Tribulation, how could he die like this?

Fang Lin was a little reluctant to believe it, what kind of character was Jing Zhulong, a character who had ended the ancient era, he was the only human race demon saint in the demon beast clan, how could he die so easily after going through so much?

Fang Lin still remembered what Jing Zhulong had said, the blood-colored long sword that had helped Fang Lin many times, and the story of Jing Zhulong's sister, Fang Lin remembered it clearly. Music-Text

But when he came back, he only heard the bad news of Jing Zhulong's death.

For this character who is also a teacher and friend, Fang Lin respects it from the bottom of his heart, and never thought that Jing Zhulong would die.

"Mo Shou Hei killed him?" Fang Lin asked in a deep voice.

Qi Tian Demon Saint snorted and said, "Except for the black guard, no one else has the ability to kill Senior Jing. ”

As he spoke, Qi Tian Demon Saint waved his hand, and the blood-colored long sword appeared in his hand and handed it to Fang Lin.

"This is his weapon, you should be familiar with it. Monkey King said, with a sigh in his tone.

Fang Lin looked back at the dim Qinghong sword inserted in the ground, he didn't need to touch it to know that this was the sword that Jing Zhulong regarded as his life, it was forged by Jing Zhulong's own sister Jing Qinghong with her life and flesh and blood.

The sword is still there, but the siblings of yesteryear are gone.

Fang Lin stretched out his hand and grasped the Qinghong Sword, and suddenly a red light flashed into Fang Lin's body, and at the same time, Fang Lin also saw what Jing Zhulong was like before he died.

In the depths of the heavenly dome above the 100,000 mountains and rivers, Jing Zhulong was already covered in bruises, and the Mo Shou Hei on the opposite side was also not much better, but the aura of the Mo Shou Hei was gradually improving, close to the peak state.

Although Jing Zhulong was a leader in the Heavenly Mandate Realm, he was only slightly inferior to Fang Lin's mother, Bai Qingxue, but he was gradually defeated against the Confide Shou Hei, who was gradually approaching the peak, and was finally defeated.

But Jing Zhulong had done enough to drag Mo Shou Hei here, and hit Mo Shou Hei hard before he died, so that Mo Shou Hei, who was about to reach his peak state, fell down all of a sudden.

"Jing Zhulong, you can leave your last words, stand in my way, and this is the only end. Mo Shouhei looked at Jing Zhulong coldly, and said in an understated tone.

Jing Zhulong laughed, his eyes fixed on Mo Shouhei, even if he knew that his life was short, he still looked very indifferent.

"Last words? I have lived for so long, what kind of last words do I want? If you die, you will die, but you will be relaxed when you die. Jing Zhulong said with a smile.

The black face was expressionless, and as soon as he pointed out, he saw countless fingers appearing, piercing Jing Zhulong's body continuously.

Jing Zhulong gritted his teeth, and the Qinghong Sword in his hand suddenly swung out, and a huge red sword light roared and fell.

Mo Shouhei frowned, as if he didn't expect the dying Jing Zhulong to have such strength, and there was an extra sword mark on his body.

"Don't worry, after you die, I won't let go of the demon beast clan. Mo Shouhei said coldly.

Jing Zhulong was covered with blood holes, the speed of healing was extremely slow, his strength had been exhausted, but the opponent was the former martial honorable Confucian, Jing Zhulong was able to support it until now, it was not easy.

"I've already done what I should do, as for what will happen to the demon beast clan in the future, it's not something I can care about, although you can kill me today, someone can kill you in the future." Jing Zhulong said sarcastically.

Mo Shouhei sneered: "Kill me, even if Fang Qingye and Hou Yi join forces, they can't kill me, but Hou Yi himself is dead, but I am still alive, and no one between heaven and earth can kill me." ”

Jing Zhulong smiled: "This is not necessarily. ”

As soon as the words fell, the black figure appeared in front of Jing Zhulong, and a hand penetrated Jing Zhulong's heart, directly crushing Jing Zhulong's heart.

Jing Zhulong didn't say a word, and the same hand penetrated Mo Shouhei's chest, and he injected all the remaining demonic energy into Mo Shouhei's body.

Sticking to the black and changing color, he kicked Jing Zhulong's body, kicking Jing Zhulong and falling down.

Jing Zhulong laughed, but his eyes were already blurred, there was no demonic energy left, and the vitality in his body had been completely consumed, and he would definitely die.

Jing Zhulong's body fell to the ground, looking relaxed, as if he was calmly going to death, but there were still regrets in his heart.

Glancing at the Qinghong Sword in his hand, Jing Zhulong's face was reluctant, and he felt even more guilty.

"Sister, I'm going to see you. Jing Zhulong muttered, and Qinghong Sword let out a mournful roar, as if he was also saying goodbye to Jing Zhulong.

If you say that the most regrettable thing in Jing Zhulong's life is to watch his sister jump into the volcano and die.

This is the shadow that Jing Zhulong has lingered in his life, and it has also tormented him all his life, and he has never been able to get rid of it.

This Qinghong sword has always reminded Jing Zhulong that his own sister Jing Qinghong died because of the persecution of the human race.

This is also the reason why Jing Zhulong would rather be a demon than a human race, he hates the human race to the extreme, and is willing to be with the demon beasts, and finally broke the rules of the demon beast clan and became the first human demon saint.

escaped the catastrophe of annihilating all beings, led the demon beast clan to destroy the ancient era, and plunged the entire human race into despair.

Jing Zhulong never thinks that he has done anything wrong, he will only act according to his own heart, whether it is the destruction of the ancients in the past, or the blocking of the black now, he is willing to do it.

It's just that at this dying moment, how much Jing Zhulong hopes that everything can be done again, he won't watch his sister die, he would rather die the person himself.

Standing in the air, he temporarily suppressed the demonic energy raging in his body, and watched the fall of Jing Zhulong with cold eyes.

The Qinghong Sword screamed sadly, and the light quickly dimmed, just like the life of Jing Zhulong who had disappeared at this moment.

When a man dies, so does the sword.

Jing Zhulong Qinghong Sword let go, and said to it with a smile: "When that kid comes back, you will follow him, remember to tell that kid, I don't want to see him down there so soon, let him live well." ”

The Qinghong Sword continued to tremble, and a phantom of a girl in red emerged, tightly hugging Jing Zhulong, who was already lifeless.

In the distance, the Monkey King had already arrived, but he couldn't do anything, and the strength of the black made the Monkey Demon Saint feel suffocated.

But Mo Shouhei also seemed to have some scruples, and his figure disappeared directly in a flash.

Looking at the sky, Jing Zhulong fell into the 100,000 mountains and rivers, and remembered the oath he had made in the mouth of the volcano:

If I am a demon saint one day, I will kill millions of people in the world!