Qi Lang finally recovered, and he didn't want to pay any attention to Rebens's ghostly vanishing figure and his terrifying declaration of challenge. What Qi Lang cares about most at the moment is just his father's safety.

He's nearby.

Just a few seconds ago, Qi Lang felt his burst of breath again. It was like a moan, and although it was silent, Qi Lang could feel the endless pain. He's badly injured, and he can't hold on anymore!

"Father, where are you?

Qi Lang suddenly opened his throat and shouted loudly. He trembled and screamed hoarsely, and the pale moonlight shone on his blood-soaked face, looking so helpless, so miserable.

"I'm here to find you! I'm here to save you!" Qi Lang choked up, his voice became hoarse and out of tone, "Come out quickly, I can help you, and...... I need to see you!"

Qi Lang wept. At this moment, he is fragile like a child, of course, in front of him, Qi Lang will always be a child, although he has grown up, become extremely strong, and become intimidating, but in front of his father, he is still the child who cries and cries, and is unwilling to say anything to smash that soft fist into the wooden dummy, still the child who timidly pulls his father's palm and does not dare to contact those friends who meet for the first time, and is still the child who can't bear to say goodbye and secretly runs out of the city to watch his father engage in a shocking bloody battle。

My father was nearby, and he was badly injured. In order to save his child from a fatal arrow, he used his flesh to stand in front of him. In Qi Lang's memory. It was a tall body, like a mountain, enough to hold away all the wind and rain. But he's not as solid as a rock, he's not as hard as steel, he's just an ordinary father, an ordinary flesh and blood.

Qi Lang was helpless, shivering and trembling. His father's life and death were unknown, and he couldn't bear it. It's as if 10,000 daggers have been inserted into the heart. The pain of piercing the heart was more unbearable than the pain caused by the fracture of the ribs.

The perceptive Jira also felt the breath, and also looked around nervously, and tried to tear her throat to help summon: "Please come out." Frost!"

"No, he's not called Frost!" Qi Lang shouted fiercely. That scream almost touched the wounds in his body. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, but he was still correcting Jira's words: "His name is Qi Fu, my father Qi Fu." The true king of our Zonghao Kingdom!" He was furious like a beast, his eyes as red as blood.

Jira hurriedly changed her words: "Please come out, old king, your son is here! we can save you, we have a snow wolf here, he has excellent medical skills, and some magical powers." ”

Gulf was still a little distracted, but he was also looking around, calling out to the old king. As for the loyal Parry, he rushed into the lake, and in his opinion, underwater was the only blind spot, because he searched the surrounding tens of thousands of square meters.

Iglu slowly paced up at this point, tilting his nose and sniffing in the air. In Igru's opinion, Gila's introduction just now was a bit out of reality, because even he himself was not too sure of the snow wolf's innate ability - controlling the corpse's corpse soul qi was probably the most effective way to help the old king. But he was a little afraid to try it, because he was also worried that it would lead him to the same magic situation as his brother.

However, what if Qi Lang really made that request?

Iglo was a little unsure about this assumption. In order to help his fateful partner, Iglo can do whatever it takes, but that would at most preserve his father's corpse so that he can act, as for summoning the soul back from another world, it is certainly not the innate ability of the snow wolf clan, because it can be called a noble ability, and the snow wolf itself is definitely not related to noble, because in the legend, the snow wolf is the messenger of the devil, how can he have noble ability?

"He's there, he's coming. ”

Igru has a discovery. He let out a soft whine, which didn't seem to have any hint of excitement to Qi Lang, because his tone was a little low, and there was a kind of ominous in it. It is true that Iglu did not express his discovery in its entirety, in fact, he had already seen the truth, and that truth was probably beyond Qi Lang's bearing.

Sure enough, a dark shadow was slowly walking up from its position in the middle of the lake. He can't be called tall and burly, but in Qi Lang's opinion, he is the mountain that gives him a full sense of security. He walked slowly, step by step, wading through the water.

Qi Lang trembled, tears flooding down. He should have wept, for his heart was already full of thoughts.

Qi Lang wanted to rush up, just like he did when he was a child, holding his arm and hanging on his shoulder. But Qi Lang couldn't move, not because the injury to the fibula affected his mobility, but because he was too nervous.

He was still walking forward, knee-high in the lake, step by step, as if out of the quagmire of hell, approaching the sun, approaching the ground, approaching his loved ones with great difficulty.

Qi Lang couldn't imagine how much pain his father had to endure every day. Perhaps his soul was imprisoned in an inch-sized iron box, and he ran into walls everywhere, unable to find his way and unable to break free. Perhaps he had been scorched by the fire of hell, like a tin lump melted in an iron spoon, rolling helplessly, but unable to escape the pain of being reshaped.

But he has feelings, not a walking corpse, because a corpse will never offer beautiful flowers to his beloved every day, let alone block an arrow for his son.

The arrow was stuck in him, right in the mouth of his heart, deep and shocking.

But he still walked, closer and closer, as if he had already lost his heart, as if he did not need to use it to sustain life.

He was by no means born abnormal like Mr. Zhu Lai, and his heart was born on the other side, Qi Lang had heard the powerful heartbeat, and it was in its original position, pressed against his chest to listen, and the sound was like a drum, bang, bang...... The beating is slow, but the rhythm is steady. Thinking about it now, it should be the most beautiful voice Qi Lang has ever heard-Woo, Woo......

Jira was already stunned. What was before him was incomprehensible to him, for the old king, clearly mortally wounded, walked unmoved. It was as if his body had lost control, but his strong soul was supporting him step by step towards his loved ones.

What that meant, Jira couldn't imagine. It had taken him a long time and countless advanced books to confidently claim that there were no ghosts in this world, but now, the real shock had reappeared, as if all his previous efforts had only gone from obscurity to obscurantism. The truth is still unknown – do gods really exist?

Gulf was also stunned. For he saw a scene that he could never forget, that man seemed to have no head, or rather, his head was just a mass of breath. Under the light of Dong Hong's Sword of Loyalty, his original iron mask had already melted half, and now there was only an empty shelf left, and in that shelf, there was no kind face—it was a black gas, which seemed to have retained its shape, but that shape could no longer maintain stability.

Qi Lang also saw it clearly.

He finally understood why his father was masked, because his head was long gone—he, like all his warriors, had died in that bloody battle, but his body had been preserved, and his soul had been preserved, as if he had to rely on that iron mask to make his soul cling.

"I'm sorry, my friend. Iglu raised his voice in hesitation, "There's nothing I can do to help you. That soul seal just sealed a piece of energy in an image, which was completely different from the ability I mastered. At the moment, this situation is beyond my ability...... I'm sorry I can't help you......"

Qi Lang, who was in tears, knelt down, and his newly repaired knee hit the broken rock hard, his skin and flesh blooming, and blood flowing.

"Father, father!" he called back in a trembling voice, as if that would bring back his father's head and regain the familiar smile he had once had.

The black gas was changing color, slowly becoming pure, as if the call was freeing him from the seal completely. But it had only faded, and the expected miraculous rebirth had not appeared, and what could be seen clearly was that the aura had shed its black and become as pure as ice and snow. In that white air, Qi Lang seemed to see that familiar face, with thick eyebrows, a wide nose, and thick lips...... It was a very dignified face, not handsome, but in Qi Lang's opinion, it was incomparably kind.

But it was just an illusion, the white air was rising little by little, and the body was losing its life—he was staggering and staggering.

"Father!" Qi Lang was already in pain, and even the strength to get up had been completely lost. He would rather that his father had already died heroically in that earth-shattering catastrophe, rather than the half-human, half-ghost appearance in front of him, who couldn't even spit out a word.

And just then, a voice was ringing out. The voice was thick and powerful, as if coming from the ethereal void, and it seemed to be close to the ear: "Qi ...... Bright. ”

"Father, I'm here. Qi Lang raised his head, and from that voice, he could hear the meaning of farewell, which made him very worried.

"I'm proud, son, you're my pride......"

The sound faded, and the white gas disappeared with it, leaving only the half of the iron mask planted on the ground...... (To be continued......)