"Our ancestors said that the guide who will bring us back to our hometown will come soon."

The old Yichang said in a faint voice:

"The moment you appeared, I felt that maybe our chance had come." That kind of premonition really has no reason, it may be when Yichang has been guarding for more than a thousand years, and he has really been disgusted with this long and boring life.

The difference shown by Song Qingxiao brought him a glimmer of hope.

Especially after Xiang Yan mentioned that the water of Jiuquan could not hurt her, it made the spark of hope in Yichang's heart that gradually extinguished with the passage of time feel rekindled again.

The moment he and Song Qingxiao's eyes met, he could sense the perseverance in the girl's heart, she was here for the Dragon King, especially when she didn't hide her goal, Yichang's heart was even more excited.

"On the day the temple was built, we brought water from the spring." He paused for a moment before he said, "At that time, the Nine Springs were still very clear, and I saw their eyes—"

There is no fear that death is imminent and that we will be trapped at the bottom of a cold spring for decades or even hundreds of years to come, only endless attachment and reluctance to husbands, sons and relatives.

Our ancestors said that the 'guides' would come in the near future to relieve their suffering.

At that time, Yichang and the others were still very optimistic, maybe they were lucky, but they were only ten years, and if they were unlucky, they would only be more than a hundred years at most, but they had waited for more than a thousand years.

The spring water covered the bodies of his wife and the daughters of the clan, and the body of the jade carving slowly turned, sinking one end and standing in the air, which means that if no one can break this jade carving, this couple will never meet again.

Even if the temple is reversed, Yichang and others sink to the bottom, and women surface, it is just a different way, and they are still waiting unilaterally.

The existence of the jade carving is the balance of the Yulun Void Realm, but now that the jade carving has been destroyed and the balance is broken, the demonic energy can no longer be suppressed, and the evil dragon yin will reappear in the world again.

If the last line of defense is broken, the nine dragons converge, and the dragon king is born, the consequences are unimaginable.

Both of them understood this truth at this time, and Yichang knew that he couldn't stop it, and he couldn't stop it anymore.

His sighs gradually disappeared, the 'roaring' black dragon, the broken jade carving 'squeak' falling, the 'hehe' ghostly laughing ghost', and Chu Rong and the others combined into a supreme incantation, mixed with the flow of water, 'whoosh' hit his ears.

"Song ......" Xiang Si's voice stopped abruptly, and then Fan Wu laughed in surprise:

"It was you who chose the number two!"

Xiang Si died, but the point hint in the sea of knowledge did not come out of the ordinary, which is enough to prove that in the eyes of the trial space, Xiang Si is not really 'dead'.

This news is undoubtedly a great joy for Fan Wu.

The cards in the trial space represent the number of times each different trialist has a chance to survive, and he and the dead Ma 1 and 2 represent the numbers '5', '3', '4' and so on, respectively, so Song Qingxiao and Xiang Si are naturally '1' and '2' two numbers.

Song Qingxiao's strength itself is against the sky, and the magic weapons are both strong and numerous, if such a person has a chance to be reborn, it will be a very dangerous thing for Fan Wu.

But at this time, Xiang Si came back from the dead, which proved that she was the one who chose the 'No. 2' card, and the mark in Song Qingxiao's hand was naturally '1'.

She only has one life, and this news made Fan Wu feel like a shot in the arm.

As soon as Song Qingxiao heard that Xiangsi couldn't hold on, he immediately turned his long tail into legs, cut his legs, and with the power of this kick, his body rushed above the water like an arrow.

"Hahaha-" In Fan Wu's arrogant laughter, an undercurrent gushed out from under the nine springs.

The ripples swung around, and a stream of water swept Song Qingxiao into the air with a 'whoosh'!

The black qi that was impacted rolled away like a cloud to both sides, allowing Song Qingxiao to see the situation in the holy temple clearly at a glance.

After the jade carving broke and the seal was unlocked, the aura of the evil dragon yin soul that had been suppressed at the bottom of the pool for thousands of years surged up.

Nine black dragons coiled on one side of the spring pool, gulping in on the black gas in the pool.

In the direction of the siege of the five skeletons, the dead Xiangsi was reborn again, his face was pale and uncertain.

Around the temple, on top of several extended steps, sat all the soul suppressants.

It's just that at this time, they look extremely scary, a large amount of black gas drilled out from every pore of their body, like a parasitic hair, drilling out twenty or thirty centimeters, trying to get out of their bodies, but the other end seemed to be pulled by some kind of forbidden force, trapped in their bodies, making it difficult for these black silks to get out of their bodies, and they floated around their bodies, like a monster covered with thick long hair, looking extraordinarily dirty.

Their features were barely visible, obscured by these dense black 'hairs', but the sound of their chanting spells was mixed with painful sighs.

Song Qingxiao's gaze fell to the side of the holy temple, where Yi Chang was originally located, and when she entered the Nine Springs, Yi Chang was being attacked by the black dragon phantom he had summoned.

The bone staff standing in front of Yichang had been broken, the scale armor he had draped on his body was torn apart, and the scattered dragon scales splashed everywhere after being polished, revealing Yichang's withered body.

The crown hat he wore on his head had long been crushed by the force of the black dragon's impact, and his white hair, which was as dry as grass, flew with the air current.

Unbelievably, under the tall and strong body that Yichang had looked before, there was a body that had withered and decayed.

From the torn large crust, you can see his thin skin and flesh, like translucent dried jerky, lined with blackened rib marks, so brittle that it seems that a crisp cracking sound will be made when you poke it slightly.

Such a scene reminded Song Qingxiao of the corpse that had been dead for many years after entering the cabin in the trial of the Lost City.

Yichang is not dead.

Song Qingxiao's eyesight was amazing, and she saw that with Yichang's faint movement, a piece of brittle and transparent skin was lifted, like a butterfly flapping its wings with his movements.

Even with the strong vitality of the Soul Suppression Clan, but at such a point, he should definitely die, what kind of belief can support him not to 'abandon' such a rotten body and suffer in vain?

In the sound of the water flowing, except for the fact that the soul suppression clan seemed to have settled down at this time, and did not react much to Song Qingxiao's appearance, Xiangsi's pale face was almost about to cry with joy the moment he saw Song Qingxiao's appearance, as if he had seen a long-lost relative.

Contrary to her, there was a look of horror and horror that flashed on Fan Wu's face for a moment.

He had already been killed by Song Qingxiao once, and he had an instinctive fear of her.

But this person's mind is extremely strong, and after discovering the sense of terror that swells up in his heart, he quickly suppressed it.

He first cringed, and then remembered that Song Qingxiao only had 'one life', and couldn't help but turn his worries into joy, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Miss Song—"

At the broken bone staff, Yichang, who was hanging his head, suddenly 'moved'.

When the hoarse voice sounded, not only Xiang Si, but even Fan Wu was taken aback.

Everyone thought he was dead. Song Qingxiao sank into the lake before, and he didn't see the scene when the black dragon phantom attacked him.

The two sides were originally enemies, the black dragon was slaughtered by the Soul Suppression Clan, and was suppressed by its people, the bones and scales were made into weapons, and the soul intent was trapped in the staff, and he hated the Soul Suppression Clan.

When the dragon soul turned around to attack Yichang, the attack was extremely fierce, and an old man who was dying old was not the enemy of these evil dragons at all.

When Fan Wu came in, he didn't put his superfluous divine sense on Yichang at all, but put all his heart and soul on searching for Song Qingxiao's whereabouts and killing Xiangsi, so he didn't expect Yichang to still have breath.

As soon as he made a sound at this moment, Fan Wu was stunned for a moment, and took advantage of this opportunity to bite the tip of his tongue and spurt out a mouthful of essence blood.

As soon as the five-headed Soul Eater smelled the blood, they immediately rejoiced, let out one sneer after another, and rushed in the direction of the blood mist.

Xiang Si damaged his essence and blood and Shou Yuan at the cost of leading him away, and he was busy and escaped more than ten meters in an instant, and when he fell under Song Qingxiao's body, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

When Fan Wu came back to his senses, he had already lost the best opportunity to strangle Xiang Si.

His expression was gloomy at first, and then turned into nothingness.

Anyway, Xiangsi is already half useless, and after dying once, even if she is lucky enough to pick up a life, her combat effectiveness is greatly reduced, so she is not afraid.

Although Yichang said that he was not dead, looking at his angry appearance, death was only a matter of time, and the most important thing in front of him was to find a way to get rid of Song Qingxiao.

Song Qingxiao's gaze didn't look at Fan Wu, but fell on Yichang's body.

"......" The soul suppression clan was so low that it was almost murmuring, Yichang's hair moved, and his head, which had been hanging low, slowly raised for half a minute.

Beneath the dull white hair was a face like a dried corpse, and the cheeks were deeply sunken, firmly attached to the skeleton, like a skull wrapped in air-dried flesh.

His eyes were dry and dull, like two wells that had dried up, and I was afraid that he could no longer see the scene inside the holy temple.

"You can kill the Dragon King—" The hoarse voice came out of the mouth like a thousand-year-old corpse, and every word he said seemed to be very difficult.

'He' paused for a moment, then said:

"Lead us, back to our hometown?"

"......" Song Qingxiao was stunned, and Xiangsi didn't know what to do, and he didn't know the intention of Yichang to say this at this time.

But she covered her chest and sent a message to Song Qing:

"Our mission is to kill the Dragon King, there is no need to make any more trouble."

At this time, Xiang Si was seriously injured, and he fought with Fan Wu again, and died once, he had already become a frightened bird, and he didn't want to cause more trouble, so he wanted to persuade Song Qingxiao not to do anything meaningless: "But you can promise him first, and whether you go afterwards or not is up to us." ”

The rich trial experience made Xiang Si vaguely feel that this might be a redundant task branch in this mission, and according to the past situation, Xiang Si speculated that it should be related to the Dragon King.

However, in her opinion, the appearance of the 'Dragon King' has been extremely clear, and there is no need to make any extraneous branches, so she wants to persuade Song Qingxiao to deal with Yichang first, and then regret it afterwards.

Song Qingxiao ignored her, but asked Yichang:

"Where is your hometown?"

Xiangsi was a little anxious.

If other people asked like this, she might really take it as a prevarication, but from her dealings with Song Qingxiao for a few days, it was obvious that she was not such a person.

Xiangsi didn't know what happened to Song Qingxiao under the water, but the jade carving could be broken, and it was obviously inseparable from Song Qingxiao.

The strength of Jiulong is too strong, and even these black dragons are not completely grown, after the demonic energy gushing out of the water is absorbed by them, the body shape of these black dragons is obviously larger, and it is more real, unlike the previous half-phantom body, which has no god and no form, and its lethality is extremely limited.

After the jade carving broke, the demonic qi gushing out of the pool was not less than that above the temple, and the nine dragons absorbed these demonic qi into their bodies, gradually growing, and the aura was even more amazing.

In this case, if once they merge, the Dragon King is alive, and there is a Fan Wu eyeing him, the two of them will be difficult to protect themselves, so why bother to take care of right and wrong?

"Therefore...... Hometown...... Is it? Yichang's tone was a hint of confusion, and his tone was extremely long, as if he was trying to recall, but finally gave up:

"I don't remember...... It's too far......"

His ancestors left their homeland and walked for too long, and the mountains and rivers and countryside of their hometown became farther and farther away, and when they reached Yichang's generation, in addition to the persistent idea of 'going back', in fact, this group of lost clansmen had long since forgotten where their homeland was.

Even if you can still find some clues from the legends of your ancestors, the years have changed, the mountains and rivers have changed, and now, I am afraid that the homeland of this tribe has already changed, and it is not the hometown in their memory.

"But—" Yichang's tone raised, as if he remembered something, and he was a little excited:

"My father said that our ancestors said that the person who killed the dragon king would be the one who led us 'back'."

Perhaps it was the mention of something that excited him, and his tone, which was originally like a gossamer, suddenly became energetic, and he felt like he had returned to the light before:

"'He' will find out where our homeland is......"

After Yichang finished speaking, he raised his frightening 'face', followed the direction of the source of Song Qing's small voice, and asked earnestly:

"Miss Song, will you?"

This is from the request of the patriarch of the Soul Suppression clan in the trial scene, and it is not within Song Qingxiao's original task of 'killing the Dragon King'.

According to what Xiang Si said, she is about to face a vicious battle, and Fan Wu, who wants to kill her quickly, and Xiang Si, who is dragging his feet, there is no need to take extra trouble.

She paused, in the holy temple, the murmur of Chu Rong and the others merged with the sound of the evil dragon yin soul absorbing demonic energy, Fan Wuyin endured and waited for the opportunity to give her a killing blow; Xiangsi held her breath and waited for her to refuse.

The dying Yichang may be holding this breath just to wait for her response.