Time passed slowly, and in the deep night, Chen Shaojun watched these dusty soul crumbs slowly disappear, one by one completely annihilated in this universe.

But despite this, Chen Shaojun did not withdraw his gaze, but continued to tilt his head and look deeper above.

For some reason, he had the feeling that above the soul fragments of these aqua armies, there seemed to be something floating there all the time, not completely dispersed.

"What the hell is that?"

Chen Shaojun tried his best to see his eyesight, and at the same time tried his best to condense his spiritual power, wanting to see the truth in the depths of this time and space. I don't know why, Chen Shaojun felt that something higher up had some connection with him, or at least, he should have seen it before, or had some kind of faint intersection.

The night was deep and seemed to be eternal, but when Chen Shaojun tried his best, there was finally some subtle change.

Just above Chen Shaojun's head, just above the place where the soul fragments of those water tribes were higher, Chen Shaojun faintly saw a glimmer of golden light.

At first, it was not clear, but gradually, Chen Shaojun saw more and more golden light like water waves.

"So familiar!"

In the midst of lightning, a thought passed through Chen Shaojun's mind. Regardless of the weakness of the spirit body, Chen Shaojun condensed his spirit and tried his best to explore the past upward.

In Chen Shaojun's perception, it seemed as long as a century, and finally, Chen Shaojun saw those speckled golden light clearly.

It was one golden dragon scale after another, and just above the golden light dotted above, like stars in the sky, Chen Shaojun also saw a golden dragon, if there was nothing, it had become extremely thin.

Its body was cut into sections, and countless cracks appeared on its surface, as if it would completely dissipate with a single breath. However, despite this, the connection between the dragon qi makes it still maintain its superficial dragon form.

Chen Shaojun saw the giant dragon, his eyes looked upward, and he was slowly stretching upward, as if it was flowing towards the final destination of all life.

- The Realm of the Dead.

Chen Shaojun didn't know the golden dragon, but Chen Shaojun recognized the familiar dragon aura emanating from the dragon's soul.

"It's ...... Ying Long Qi! ”

In the midst of the lightning, a thought flashed in Chen Shaojun's mind, his whole body trembled, and his eyes widened violently.

When entering the core area of the distorted void, Chen Shaojun had taken a closer look, and Chen Shaojun had a deep impression of the Ying Long paw print that suppressed the Yu Emperor talisman at the top of the Turtle Mountain.

Although it was far away, Chen Shaojun was deeply imprinted in his mind about the paw prints left by the ancient Ying Dragon, as well as the unique dragon qi that belonged to Ying Long.

And above his head, in the depths of the endless void, the dragon soul that kept floating towards the height was exactly the same as Ying Long's breath.

"Ying Long's power has not completely dissipated, this is the soul imprint that it remains here and has not completely dissipated!"

Chen Shaojun had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and suddenly understood something, and in an instant, Chen Shaojun's heart suddenly set off ripples, and suddenly he had an idea.

"Senpai!"

In the midst of the lightning, Chen Shaojun's lips opened and he suddenly shouted.

The voice that only the soul body could hear, suddenly crossed the heavy space, heading towards the endless heights, in this silent realm between life and death, it suddenly set off waves, and the original silence was suddenly broken.

"Senior, Ying Long senior!"

Chen Shaojun shouted again, and then, boom, like a boulder falling, set off waves in the calm lake. In the depths of the endless darkness, the dragon soul that had been blank slowly spread and swelled like a feather, and the dragon soul that was heading towards the high place, all the way to the realm of death, suddenly trembled, and finally moved.

In Chen Shaojun's gaze, the huge golden dragon turned its head sharply, and a pair of extremely sharp eyes suddenly looked down, and also looked at Chen Shaojun's location.

"You, you can actually see me."

The giant dragon soul stared at Chen Shaojun's soul body below with wide open eyes, his face full of shock and incredulity.

"Sure enough!"

And below, Chen Shaojun's heart was also greatly calm.

Although it was sudden, Chen Shaojun didn't have too many surprises in his heart, everything was the same as he judged. Although the real Ying Long has long disappeared in ancient times, the imprint of consciousness he left behind does possess a part of his soul and consciousness, and he has a certain degree of thinking and independent thinking ability.

Powerful beings of this level, as long as they do not completely dissipate, even if they are only a part of the spiritual imprint, still have great power, and more importantly, they inherit some of the memories and abilities of the ontology.

"Senior, Shuizu Wu Zhiqi has been freed, Emperor Yu's seal has been completely torn, and now Jiangnan is in danger, please help me no matter what."

Like grasping a life-saving straw, Chen Shaojun looked up and said in a condensed voice, his eyes full of longing.

Chen Shaojun has lost the connection with the ontology, and in this dark country, he doesn't know where to go, let alone how to break the status quo. But Chen Shaojun knew that the dragon soul in front of him must know the way to break this status quo.

This is probably also the only way to get out of trouble by yourself now, and to deal with Shui Zu Wu Zhiqi in the future.

And in the sky, after receiving Chen Shaojun's answer, affirming the guess in his heart, Ying Long's soul was full of incredulity, as if he had seen something that should not have happened.

"No, no, you're just a little human being, even Wu Zhiqi didn't find me, why can you see my soul directly?"

In the sky, Ying Long's soul muttered to himself, shaking his head vigorously as he spoke, as if he had fallen into some kind of deep confusion.

"Senpai?"

Seeing that Ying Long's soul seemed to be completely immersed in his own thoughts, Chen Shaojun had to shout again.

This third voice of the predecessor finally had an effect, and in the depths of the darkness, the eyes of the ancient Ying Long's soul were focused again, gathering on Chen Shaojun below.

"What's your name?"

Ying Long finally spoke, looking at Chen Shaojun below, his expression much more serious.

"Under Chen Shaojun."

Chen Shaojun saluted respectfully and quickly spoke.

"You want me to help you deal with Wu Zhiqi?"

Ying Long spoke again.

"Yes."

Chen Shaojun was silent for a moment, and quickly nodded.

"The current situation in Jiangnan is extremely dangerous, there are hundreds of thousands of people in Hongzhou City, looking at the current Jiangnan, except for the predecessors, I am afraid that no one can help them."

Chen Shaojun bowed down and said sincerely.

"You can see me, it's fate, I should really help you, but—it's useless."

Ying Long was silent for a moment, and quickly shook his head, his expression seemed very calm, as if the end of this Jiangnan flood had already been doomed.

"Now Wu Zhiqi has become a great trend, and no one in the entire human world can deal with him."

"Can't even the seniors deal with him?"

Chen Shaojun raised his head and asked.

"Hehe, you think too highly of me, if my real body is here, maybe I can think of some way, but at the moment I am just a wisp of remnant soul, a wisp of spiritual imprint left thousands of years ago, there is no power at all, and there is no body. When he was out of trouble before, he was able to deliver that blow, and he was already doing his best, and now I can't do anything. ”

"The city of Hongzhou you are talking about...... If they die in the hands of Wu Zhiqi in the end, it should be like this, no one can save them, you might as well die this heart. ”

After saying this, Ying Dragon Soul raised his head again, and the huge dragon soul once again showed signs of dissipation, and it was about to disperse into the entire Death Realm again.

"That's not right! There must be a way, there is no absolute thing in the world, even if Wu Zhiqi, no matter how strong he is, there must be a way to deal with him. ”

Chen Shaojun said again, like grasping the last straw.

In the current Jiangnan, if there is one person who can stop the Water Ancestor Wu Zhiqi, there is only Ying Long in front of him, it is the same as the Water Ancestor Wu Zhiqi, a strong man who belongs to the same era of the Great Flood, and knows a lot of secrets, including the Water Ancestor Wu Zhiqi, if he does not try all the methods, he will never give up.

And this is hundreds of thousands of people, and there is his father Chen Zongxi in the city, let him give up like this, how can he be willing?

"In ancient times, floods raged. Emperor Yu's father, Kun, is so powerful, isn't it the same failure? There are so many strong people in the human world, and everyone is powerless to resist this great flood, but Emperor Yu didn't give up, and you didn't give up either, did you? When everyone was saying, 'No,' 'No,' 'Impossible,' didn't you also work together to quell the Flood? If you could have done it 10,000 years ago, why can't you do it now, 10,000 years later? Senior, I believe there must be a way! ”

"Buzz!"

At the beginning, Ying Long's soul didn't pay attention to Chen Shaojun, and continued to float upwards like a light feather, but when he heard Chen Shaojun's last few words, especially the name of Emperor Yu, Ying Long's soul trembled and stopped suddenly.

Emperor Yu!

How could it possibly forget?

It was a memory imprinted in the depths of its soul, forever unforgettable, during that time, although it faced great difficulties, faced powerful opponents, and endless black floods, but it met many companions, met masters worthy of follow, and made it experience that it is difficult to experience friendship and family affection in life, which was the most wonderful and cherished time in its life.

"What do you want to say?"

Ying Long turned his head and finally looked at Chen Shaojun below again.