Jing Zhulong is dead
Fang Lin was in a daze. The old guy who had been with him for a long time was actually dead
His life was so tough that even the ancient catastrophe didn't kill him. How could he die like this
Fang Lin didn't want to believe it. What kind of person was Jing Zhulong? The figure who once ended the ancient era. He was the only human demon saint in the monster clan. After so much, how could he die so easily
Fang Lin still remembered what Jing Zhulong once said, the bloody sword that had rescued Fang Lin many times, and the story of Jing Zhulong's sister. Fang Lin remembered them clearly.
But when he came back, he only heard the sad news that Jing Zhulong had died.
Fang Lin respected this person who was both a teacher and a friend from the bottom of his heart and never thought that Jing Zhulong would die.
"Did Mo Shouhei kill him?" Fang Lin asked in a deep voice.
Demon Saint Qitian hummed and said, "Except for Mo Shouhei, no one else has the ability to kill Senior Jing."
With that said, Demon Saint Qitian waved his hand, and the bloody sword appeared in his hand and was handed to Fang Lin.
"This is his weapon, you should be familiar with it." Demon Saint Qitian said with a sigh in his tone.
Fang Lin looked back at the dim Qinghong Sword stuck on the ground. He didn't need to touch it to know that this was the sword that Jing Zhulong regarded as his life. A thing made of a body.
The sword is still there, but the brother and sister from the past are no longer there.
Fang Lin reached out and held the Qinghong Sword, and suddenly a red light flashed into Fang Lin's body. At the same time, Fang Lin also saw the scene before Jing Zhulong's death.
Deep in the sky above the Shiwan Mountains, Jing Zhulong was already covered in wounds. Mo Shouhei on the opposite side was not much better either, but Mo Shouhei's aura was gradually improving and was close to its peak state.
Although Jing Zhulong is a leader in the destiny realm and is only slightly inferior to Fang Lin's mother Bai Qingxue, he is still gradually losing ground against Mo Shouhei, who is gradually reaching his peak, and is ultimately defeated.
But Jing Zhulong had already done enough to drag Mo Shouhei here, and severely injured Mo Shouhei before he died, causing Mo Shouhei, who was about to reach his peak, to fall down again.
"Jing Zhulong, you can leave your last words. If you block my way, this is the only outcome." Mo Shouhei looked at Jing Zhulong coldly and said in an understatement.
Jing Zhulong laughed loudly and stared at Mo Shouhei. Even though he knew that he was not going to die soon, he still looked very indifferent.
"Last words? I, Jing Zhulong, have lived for so long, what last words do I want? If I die, I will die. It will make me feel relaxed when I die." Jing Zhulong said with a smile.
Mo Shouhei's face was expressionless. As soon as he pointed out, countless finger lights emerged, piercing Jing Zhulong's body continuously.
While Jing Zhulong gritted his teeth, he suddenly swung out the Qinghong Sword in his hand, and a huge red sword light roared and landed on Mo Shouhei.
Mo Shouhei frowned, as if he didn't expect that the dying Jing Zhulong still had such strength, and there was a sword mark on his body.
"Don't worry, after you die, I won't let go of the monster clan." Mo Shouhei said coldly.
Jing Zhulong's body is covered in blood holes, and the healing speed is extremely slow. His strength has been exhausted. His opponent is Mo Shouhei, who was once a noble martial artist. It is quite difficult for Jing Zhulong to be able to hold on until now.
"I, Jing, have already done what I should do. As for what will happen to the monster clan in the future, it is not something I can care about. Although you, Mo Shouhei, can kill me today, there will be someone who can kill you in the future." Jing Zhu Long Yu said with sarcasm.
Mo Shouhei sneered: "Kill me? Even if Fang Qingye and Hou Yi join forces, they can't kill me. On the contrary, Hou Yi himself died, but I am still alive. No one in the world can kill me."
Jing Zhulong chuckled: "That's not necessarily the case."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Shouhei appeared in front of Jing Zhulong, and penetrated Jing Zhulong's heart with one hand, crushing Jing Zhulong's heart directly.
Jing Zhulong didn't say a word, but also penetrated Mo Shouhei's chest with one hand, and injected all the remaining demonic energy into Mo Shouhei's body.
Mo Shouhei changed color and kicked Jing Zhulong, causing Jing Zhulong to fall down.
Jing Zhulong laughed, but his eyesight had blurred, no demonic energy was left at all, all the vitality in his body had been consumed, and he was bound to die.
Jing Zhulong fell to the ground, seemingly relaxed, as if he was going to die calmly, but there was still regret in his heart.
Glancing at the Qinghong Sword in his hand, Jing Zhulong had a look of reluctance on his face and felt even more guilty.
"Sister, I'm going to see you." Jing Zhulong murmured, Qinghong Sword let out a mournful cry, as if he was also bidding farewell to Jing Zhulong.
If Jing Zhulong regrets the most in his life, it is watching his sister jump into a volcano and die.
This is a shadow that has lingered in Jing Zhulong's life, and it has also tortured him throughout his life, and he has never been able to get rid of it.
This Qinghong Sword has always reminded Jing Zhulong that his biological sister Jing Qinghong died due to the persecution of the human race.
This is also the reason why Jing Zhulong would rather be a monster than consider himself a human being. He hates the human race so much that he is willing to associate with the monster beasts. In the end, he breaks the rules of the monster clan and becomes the first human monster saint.
He escaped the catastrophe that would annihilate all living beings, and led the monster clan to destroy the ancient era, plunging the entire human race into despair.
Jing Zhulong never thought that he had done anything wrong. He would only act according to his own wishes. Whether it was destroying the ancient times in the past or blocking Mo Shouhei now, he did it willingly.
But at this moment of death, Jing Zhulong wished that everything could be repeated. He would not watch his sister die. The person he would rather die was himself.
Mo Shouhei stood in the sky, temporarily suppressing the raging demonic energy in his body, and watched Jing Zhulong's death coldly.
The Qinghong Sword kept screaming, and its light quickly dimmed, just like Jing Zhulong's life disappearing at this moment.
When a man dies, the sword dies too.
Jing Zhulong released the Qinghong Sword and said to it with a smile: "When that kid comes back, you will follow him. Remember to tell the kid, I don't want to see him down there so soon, let him live well. "
The Qinghong Sword continued to tremble, and a shadow of a girl in red emerged, hugging the lifeless Jing Zhulong tightly.
In the distance, Demon Saint Qitian has arrived, but he can't do anything. Mo Shouhei's power makes Demon Saint Qitian feel suffocated.
But Mo Shouhei seemed to have some scruples, and his figure disappeared in a flash.
Looking at the sky, Jing Zhulong fell into the mountains and rivers. He remembered the oath he had made at the mouth of the volcano:
If I become a demon saint in the future, I will kill millions of people in the world!