Wen Yiming's gaze gradually faded away with the light that turned into a streamer, and the voice slowly faded, and his heart was extremely melancholy, lost and depressed.

He once again witnessed the fall of a super god of war, a selfless elder who deserves the same respect as Zhou Xiaoshuai.

He tightly pulled the ring in his hand, except for a large bottle of still water, it was all rare legendary-level equipment in the world, although it was not a peerless artifact, but it was not far from a semi-artifact.

He didn't need these things, but a letter inside made him understand the ownership of these equipment, and he was even more saddened by the return of Zhou Xiaoshuai and the two elders.

It turned out that these equipment, whether they were single pieces or sets, were all listed by Zhou Xiaoshuai seven hundred years ago, and then handed over to the wanderer who was a mysterious businessman.

Wen Yiming's eyes were moist, and he lowered his head to look at the list in his hand, his nose was extremely sour, and his vision was hazy.

The list indicates where all the equipment is hidden, or who is in it, and the handwriting has been crossed out to indicate that it was being completed.

The last column of old, yellowed handwriting, undamaged.

The handwriting on it was exactly the same as the handwriting of the brocade bag he used, full of heroic righteousness, and at this moment, in Wen Yiming's eyes, he seemed to see the kind faces of the two old men.

There were no generous words, no heavy instructions, and no grandiose words in the contents of the list, just the names of each piece of equipment corresponding to the names he was familiar with.

'Amon: There are immortal birds!'

Eight Tatars: Six-piece set, war!

Cui Lang: Five-piece suit, torture and kill!

Tong Qiang: Six-piece suit, blood soul armor, only looking for blood soul combat boots!

Lao Wu: There are already witch god claws, and there are four witch god pieces!

Saiyaren: Six-piece set, madness!

Zhong Xiaoshan: Thunder War Hammer, Barrier Heavy Shield, two-piece set!

Yang Tianhao: Seven-piece best suit, angry!

Hao Tianxiao: Five-piece set, justice!

Deng Aowei: Six-piece suit, Weidao!

Ling Qingping: Seven-piece set, Watcher!

The Fifth Autumn Cross: Xuantian Guqin!'

Note: The Xuantian guqin is short of the last string!

Wen Yiming's hands trembled uncontrollably, he took a deep breath, trying not to let the wetness in his eyes worsen, not because Zhou Xiaoshuai was shocked by the last resort hundreds of years ago, nor because of the perseverance of the wanderers who traveled for hundreds of years to collect these rare treasures, but because of the silent contribution of the two elders to the mainland, he was ashamed.

At this moment, he no longer felt lonely, no longer helpless, and a paper list made him understand a lot, this apocalyptic battle was not a battle of his Skywalker alone, it was a war for everyone on the continent.

Since the beginning of the Xuanwu Secret Collection, he has been separated from his former brothers, and the dragon soul that has accompanied him all the way through the ups and downs, they can communicate with each other without words, and they will go to the soup for each other.

However, he knew that he had been estranged from this group of brothers for a long time, and each of them was a comrade-in-arms who followed him in life and death, and he never abandoned it, let alone abandoned it, and did not hesitate to go to the Boundary Power Cave to cultivate desperately for the sake of his family.

Once upon a time, this group of brothers grew up with him all the way, and each of them was a war maniac who was unwilling to be lonely, and he blamed himself from the bottom of his heart for giving up these brothers for too long.

He knew very well that if the Dragon Soul cultivated with him all the way, by now, he was afraid that he would be able to join forces with him to force Situ Qianjian to do it.

He still remembered that in order for the dragon soul to be able to cultivate, he ran back from the Boundary Force Cave in the extreme north to refine the ice body assimilant, and he was not comparable to him now.

He knew that in fact, he had not changed, but the opponents around him were getting stronger and stronger, forcing him to cultivate wildly and distance himself from the dragon soul.

He also had to admit that deep down, he felt more and more that the people around him helped him too little, and he felt more and more that he could only rely on himself.

This is not wrong, but it is too extreme, Zhou Xiaoshuai's list and the last remarks of the wanderer woke him up like a slap in the face.

The names on the list were so familiar that he burst into tears, as well as the various rare equipment that followed, like a deafening reprimand, which made him grit his teeth and look at the north, feeling an inexplicable pain in his heart.

Dragon Soul, a comrade-in-arms who can give his life for himself, Wen Yiming suddenly felt that he could understand the loss in everyone's heart.

In the dead of night on Roaring Island, deep in the far north, I will also think of the days we have walked together, and I may show a knowing smile, but in the end, it is lonely and helpless.

"Dragon Soul!" Wen Yiming solemnly put away the list and muttered to himself towards the north: "Ready to go......"

He felt a lot of relief in his heart, and countless heavy worries disappeared in his breath, just because he was no longer fighting alone, fighting alone, and always missing the passion of having a brother by his side to live and die together.

Countless loneliness and loneliness dissipated invisibly, and if a person has a true confidant, one or two is enough, and he has dozens of brothers who can live and die together.

He felt that his state of mind was slowly rising at this moment, his injuries were quickly recovering under the nourishment of the still water, and even the unstable God of War cultivation was slowly consolidated under the operation of the Soul Technique.

He summoned the Howling Moon and controlled the ascension from the gap split by the thunderstorm, thousands of meters in the air, he looked around, clenched his fists and looked north, his eyes full of determination.

In the next few days, he will walk with the dragon soul, he will no longer leave this group of comrades-in-arms and go to the Time Desert to cultivate alone, this is not his way.

Ren Xiaoyue flew automatically, Wen Yiming closed the cabin, and entered the cultivation recovery with great ease.

The moment he entered his cultivation, countless images flashed in his mind, including Situ Qianjian, Shu Jianfeng, who had always felt that he was not an opponent, and She Xirong, the Sacred Heart God of War, who had quite a lot of powerful enemies, and he actually laughed at them.

He has lost the fear and worry of his opponent who can't be resisted, and he wants to take the dragon soul to the real rise.

He is convinced that any person in the Dragon Soul has a unique talent in the world, even if Long Xiuzhu and others at the beginning may not be able to surpass it, the most important thing is that the Dragon Soul team members trust each other unconditionally, and can contribute their lives unreservedly to their comrades, which is the most terrifying combat power of the Dragon Soul.

And he, as the instructor of the natural calamity and the founder of the dragon soul, actually ignored the strongest combat power in the world, and he had to admit that he had made a fatal mistake.

If he knew that the Dragon Zhen Gu of the Holy Altar was extremely envious of his Dragon Soul, Wen Yiming would probably regret the delay and waste of the Dragon Soul for so many years.

In his heart, he was extremely grateful to the two elders, Zhou Xiaoshuai and the Wanderer, if it weren't for them, the dragon soul would really be destroyed alive, because he used natural disasters to bind them and restrict the free development of these wizards whose talents were no worse than him.

At this moment, he just wanted to quickly reach the Night Forest, send the various materials he had prepared to the Howling Moon Wolf Emperor, and then return to Roaring Island to reunite with the dragon soul.

The state of mind was transparent, and in the recovery of cultivation, he was actually distracted in the empty realm to calculate and speculate.

He was extremely excited, and there was a foresight that seemed to him to be very certain.

As long as he drives the dragon soul to cultivate to the God of War, and he advances to the fifth layer of the God of War, with the help of the dragon soul, he will not be afraid of She Xirong.

(End of chapter)