Red Heart Survey

Jiang Wang held his breath and concentrated, even his heart stopped beating.

The seamless invisible clothing allows him to blend in perfectly with the environment. Yin Guan's means on it can make him temporarily blind the monks in the presence of gods.

However, this is not foolproof.

Especially what is Song Hengjiang? He has become famous hundreds of years ago, and he is a character of the same era as Zhuang Chengqian, the great ancestor of the Zhuang Kingdom.

Even if Yin Guan himself is here, he can't say that he can avoid Song Hengjiang's gaze.

I don't know if it was because he spent too much energy on the Lanhe battlefield before, but at this time Song Hengjiang was already very old. He was stooped and looked tired.

Walking in this underwater cave, like all the old people who are at the end of their lives, they seem extremely weak.

In other words, it was only because there was no one around here that Song Hengjiang was willing to show his old age.

The dignified Qinghe Shuijun, who became famous hundreds of years ago, is at least a god-facing powerhouse. He should have a golden body and jade marrow, and his cultivation base will not retreat until death. With his current appearance, it is obvious that something is wrong.

Walking in the crypt, he glanced at the sarcophagi in a normal way, and then walked directly to the opening on the left—it was right next to Jiang Wang's hiding place.

As Song Hengjiang approached slowly, Jiang Wang's heart became tighter and tighter.

This is not an ordinary old man, but a peerless monster who is temporarily dozing off.

A huge pressure hung over his heart, making him a little chilly.

He didn't want to put life and death in human hands, but the huge gap in strength left him with no choice at all.

The difference between life and death may only be in a blink of an eye.

Song Hengjiang walked to the sarcophagus without pausing, picked up his steps, and walked into the cave on the left.

Jiang Wang closed his eyes gently, and let out a long sigh of relief in his heart.

Song Hengjiang obviously didn't think there would be anyone hiding here, so he went straight into the grotto without inspecting it inch by inch too seriously.

"He's dying soon." Jiang Yan said in Tongtian Palace, his voice was a little emotional.

Jiang Wang came to his senses all of a sudden, hesitantly said: "Shui people are born with a longer lifespan, and he is so strong...how could it be?"

Jiang Yan was silent for a while, probably after careful consideration, before saying: "It should be some kind of irreversible injury. Back then, he was the top cultivator of God's presence. With his talent, he should have ascended to the real cave a long time ago." .It is still God's presence, which already explains the problem."

Jiang Wang speculated: "If he really suffered some irreversible injuries in his early years. Could it be related to his injuries to raise these Yin demons?"

Jiang Yan's voice was light and ethereal: "Who knows?"

At this time, Song Hengjiang's voice sounded in the inner cave.

"Another year has passed."

he sighed.

He seemed to be talking to someone, his voice was vicissitudes.

"It's been... two hundred and eighteen years."

"Wanxi. It has been two hundred and eighteen years, are you in pain?"

regret?

No, it sounds like a person's name.

"In the Zhuang Kingdom more than two hundred years ago, was there any famous person named Wanxi?" He asked Jiang Yan in Tongtian Palace.

"How would I know?" Jiang Yan was suddenly very impatient.

Jiang Wang didn't dare to move, didn't dare to relax, the feeling of being in the middle of two strange blood-patterned sarcophagi was very uncomfortable, and it would give him the illusion that he was already a dead person.

And those bloodstains really distorted people's hearts and violated souls.

He could only concentrate on hearing, listening to Song Hengjiang's voice in the inner cave.

Song Hengjiang should be talking to himself, because from the beginning to the end, Jiang Wang didn't hear anyone responding.

"I'm going to Lanhe again."

"That old thing died very thoroughly, and his descendants are all useless. In the entire Lanhe, there is not even a single Shui tribe who can stand in front of me properly. It was Beigongyu who came forward, and the Lanhe water mansion was not completely destroyed. "

"Oh, old thing."

Song Hengjiang's voice was suddenly melancholy: "Unknowingly, I am also an old thing in people's mouth..."

"Gao Xian is very promising. He is already a real person in the world, but he is not a thing."

"He doesn't respect the water tribe, he doesn't respect the ancient covenant. He doesn't remember Zhuang Chengqian's promise, he doesn't know himself..."

"He actually forced me to join hands with Luo Guo, to join forces against Yong, you know? He doesn't care about the hatred and perseverance of the Shui tribe. But because of you...but because of you, Wanxi, I still have expectations for him."

"Expectations failed again and again."

"I'm willing to risk my disobedience and intervene in the change of kingship to help him sit firmly on the dragon chair. Turning around, he is not tolerant of the Shui people."

"I hope he can be as pure and kind as you, but he is more like Zhuang Chengqian. No, he is more ruthless than Zhuang Chengqian."

"He actually threatened me with the lives of Qing Yue and Qing Zhi, you know? Although he didn't say it explicitly, I can fully feel his cruelty. Now that the situation is stronger than others, I can only drag this rotten Sick body, fight Lanhe again. If you knew these things, how sad you would be..."

"Did Han Yin force him to be like this? I hope so..."

Song Hengjiang, like all old people in their twilight years, babbled.

"Han Yin is dead now. There are not many old friends or enemies left. On the way here just now, I thought about it for a while, but I couldn't figure it out. I don't know if I am too old or they are dead. It was too clean."

"Death, it's not a big deal, I've realized it long ago. I've survived for so many years, all for the sake of the Qingjiang aquarium. Now that Qingyue has grown up, he can do many things better than me, so I can rest assured. Only Qingzhi, I'm too young, I'm still very ignorant..."

"In this way, Qingyue also has shortcomings. He is too proud and never bows his head. I'm afraid Gao Xian won't be able to tolerate him after I leave..."

"But what to do?"

"One day..."

"Well. How did you say that? 'Death is the only justice,' doesn't it?"

"Wanxi, as a brother, I don't know whether I am more selfish or love you more. After all these years, maybe you have suffered too?"

"When I leave, I will take you with me."

"That day is coming soon... soon..."

"Do you still remember the waterweed flower? The day it bloomed on the water, the wandering has come to an end."

Song Hengjiang spoke slowly, saying something here and there, in fragments. Like all old people who talk to those close to them.

Always take the trouble to share trivial things.

But Jiang Wang has no way to distinguish the information in Song Hengjiang's whispers, because there is a more realistic and terrifying thing in front of him-it is impossible for Yin Guan to devote too much time when performing spells on the invisible clothes. Multi-strength, so the method of arrangement has a certain time limit. And from that unnamed green mountain all the way to this point, the time is almost up!

The three methods that Yin Guan blessed on the invisible clothes were used once when Jiujiang Xuanjia was watching Du Yehu, and once when he was killing Dong A. Now this is the last time.

The concealment effect of the invisible clothes is almost useless when facing the monks who are in the presence of gods. Once the method left by Yin Guan on the invisible clothes fails, he will stand naked in front of Song Hengjiang.

That is a death.

There is no room for resistance.

The time left for this concealment is extremely limited, and Song Hengjiang is still whispering there.

Those slow words sounded like the sound of a funeral... irretrievably approaching!