Royal Master Painter

Chapter 393 Peak Curtain Call
"Master Wei, take a break and leave the rest of the battle to us."

Seeing Boss Qing coming again, Yang Xiangru, He Qingzhi, Fan Jieshi, Shen Dachi, Zheng Danxia, ​​Fan Kaibao, and familiar faces and young faces stood in front of Wei Changli.

In the past, Wei Changli sheltered them from the wind and rain, and now they also have the strength to shoulder the crisis.

"I can't rest. I was the first mansion master to bring the Qing capital down, but I did not retreat after shedding blood on thousands of mountains. Even if future generations of scribes are not ashamed of me, they should respect me."

"No, I haven't seen the demeanor of Duke Wenzheng and Duke Xiaoyao, but if I were to choose, you would be the greatest Palace Master of Wenfu!"

Zheng Danxia also supported Wei Changli. The seven-foot man was crying so hard that he couldn't help himself. Only now did he realize that this old man who has sheltered Wenfu for 800 years is so thin and weak!
"Kids, are you afraid?" Wei Changli asked with a forced smile.

"We were born here and grew up here, we were educated here, it's absurd here, and now it's an honor to spill our blood here and bury our bones here," Zheng Danxia said.

"Okay, of the six Danqing techniques you have learned in the Wenfu, there are only five. Today I will teach you the last one. This technique was created by the Wenfu in the Jiazi year and is called the Burning Spirit Technique!

This spell can only be used once in a lifetime. After using it, the body will die, the pen will retreat, and the spirit will disappear. If there is anyone who is not afraid of life and death, follow me to resist the enemy. "

Burning spirits not only burns painting spirits, but also burns lives.

Wei Changli's dying body was burning with flames, completely consuming the last ray of life, and he was already mortal and resolutely headed towards Boss Qing.

"Scholar Yang Xiangru, willing to follow the Palace Master!"

For Yang Xiangru's eighth-level cultivation base, he was invincible in the nine realms after Burning Ling, and the Fu beside him was shining with blood.

"Scholar He Qingzhi, willing to follow the Palace Master!"

He Qingzhi's natal painting spirit is Diaoshan Xiong, and at this moment, Xiong Ling's body is soaring and his eyes are red.

"Liu Songyang..."

"Li Jilin..."

Scrolls of pictures flew up from all the streets and alleys of Qingdu, and the scrolls burned the scribes and burned their lives, showing the world their last glory.

"Fu Xiu, the prefect of Qingdu, is willing to help Mr.

"Taicheng prefect Zhang Xingyun..."

"Chen Hemei, the prefect of Shangitch..."

"Lu Lian, the prefect of Zanzong City..."

Another 23 giant paintings appeared in the air, and every place in the 23 cities of Yunzhou was attacked by the Baiyang Sect, and these eunuchs were all seriously injured.

But at this moment, all the 23 prefects are here, following behind Wei Changli, guarding the holy place in their hearts, and the dragons and tigers are leaping and colorful in the sunset.

No one cares if they can come back, if they don't come back, then they won't come back!
These old scribes who are not afraid of death are their elders and teachers, and now they all sacrifice their lives heroically.

"Zheng Danxia is willing to go with the Palace Master."

Zheng Danxia and those young scribes also used the burning spirit technique, but the flames on her body were extinguished by a withered palm.

"If the Qing capital dies, it is the duty of us old scribes to be buried with the Wenfu. After all, we are the ones who created the Yuling Continent, which is unbearable in this unbearable era. You must save your lives and make a comeback."

Shen Dachi whispered a few words next to several people's ears, Zheng Danxia and Fan Kaibao's eyes were full of shock.

"Go, don't let us sacrifice in vain."

This is Wei Changli's last brilliance, fighting with the power of a thousand volumes at the top of the Wenfu, all the demons of the Baiyang Sect are terrified, and Boss Qing no longer restrains himself and uses all means.

Wei Changli descended like a literary sage, surrounded by countless painting spirits.

Under the burning spirit technique, the Diaoshan Xiong transformed by He Qingzhi was extremely violent, even if he slapped Boss Qing's body with his palm, he was knocked back a few steps.

But Boss Qing was even more ferocious. The lightning surged from his body and swallowed up Diao Shanxiong, causing his soul to crack.

Boss Qing's strength is the best in the world, but he is still scarred by such a suicidal attack.

Wei Changli gathered the power of all the painting spirits of all painters at his fingertips, imprisoned the world, and then walked slowly through the void. This was the last attack in his life.

Boss Qing found that his body was locked and unable to move, and the threat of death surged from his heart!
The pace was slow, but every step touched Boss Qing's heart, and Boss Qing spurted out a mouthful of blood and his internal organs were shattered.

This finger, which condenses the power of all scribes, is full of phenomena at the fingertips, and even a strong man in the realm of the palace master will undoubtedly die.

"Come die with me."

Boss Qing tried his best to break free, but he couldn't escape the bondage at all. This was Wei Changli's last blow in exchange for his life.

He knew he couldn't escape, so he stopped struggling and slowly took off his mask!

Wei Changli had been guessing who Boss Qing was, and now when he saw him, his eyes were filled with shock, doubt, and panic.

It was this brief moment of absence that caused the killing blow to miss by an inch. Boss Qing could not resist even with all his strength, and half of his body was directly destroyed under this finger.

After the blow, Wei Changli fell powerlessly to the ground, and Boss Qing also half-kneeled on the ground coughing up blood. If Wei Changli hadn't been distracted, he would have almost died.

"Yes... yes... you..."

Boss Qing dragged half of his body and sat beside Wei Changli peacefully.

"If you followed me back then, if you promised me back then, how could we have come to this point!"

Boss Qing was also a little excited, and there was even a third of crying in his voice.

"Tiger head, I'm sorry for you, but I have to do this."

"Yong Ye, this is Yong Ye..."

Wei Changli spoke intermittently. Before he died, he finally understood what Yong Ye was.

"Little friends, forgive me for leaving you with an incurable person..."

"Undoubtedly, you are the greatest Palace Master of the Wen Mansion!"

Boss Qing wiped away his tears, put on the mask again, and dragged half of his body away.

Wei Changli recalled his own life. He was absurd when he was young, and he caused countless controversies after he became the palace master. He was the one with the worst stroke evaluation among the three generations of palace masters.

But the value of scribes is not reflected by why they were born, but by what they died as a final conclusion.

I think of Jiang Greed, I think of Chen Daoshu, I think of Meng Dongjiao, I think of Shui Wuxin...
There was a gratified smile on Wei Changli's face. He died, and many things have not been done yet.

But this group of children has aptitude and wisdom far superior to his, and they will definitely go further than him.

"Kids, my era has come to an end, my mission has been completed, and I will send you on my way!"

"Tiger head..."

"Wei Hutou..."

Wei Changli opened his eyes with difficulty, the young Lu Daoxuan, Qi Cifeng, and a little girl all stretched out their hands to him, as if they wanted to take him away.

"Brother, Qing Yao..."

"Tiger head, rest when you're tired!"

The brothers who have grown up since childhood are separated forever, or love is cut off, and the one they love is thousands of mountains away. They have no attachment to Wei Changli in this world, and they stay only because of the obsession with Wenfu. , now I can finally rest...
"I've been really tired all my life!"

"I stepped on a stage I didn't want to be on, performed a performance I didn't like, and experienced all the human emotions in the world. Fortunately, I finally ended up with a perfect curtain call."

A generation of peak powerhouses fell!
　Wei Changli is one of the characters I have portrayed most carefully. Now that I am offline, I feel a little sad, but even if I die, I will continue to promote the plot line in the later stage.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)