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

The seamless concealment allows him to blend in perfectly with the environment. The means that Yin Guan used on him could allow him to temporarily blind the Divine Realm Cultivator.

However, this is not foolproof.

In particular, what is the existence of Song Hengjiang? He became famous hundreds of years ago, and he is a role in the same era as Zhuang Chengqian, the Taizu of Zhuang State.

Even if Yin Guan himself was here, he didn't dare to say that he could avoid Song Hengjiang's gaze.

I don't know if it's because too much energy was spent on the previous Lanhe battlefield, but at this time, Song Hengjiang's old state is already very obvious. The figure is rickety, and the expression is tired.

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

Or rather, it was only because there was no one here that he Song Hengjiang was willing to show his old state.

The dignified Qinghe Water Monarch, who became famous hundreds of years ago, is at least a god who is strong, he should have a golden body and chalcedony, and he will not retreat until he dies. The way he looks now, it's clear that something is wrong.

He walked in the cave, glanced at the sarcophagus as usual, and then walked directly to the hole on the left, which happened to be next to Jiang Wang's hideout.

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

This is not an ordinary old man, but a peerless creature who is temporarily napping.

A huge pressure hung over his heart, and he felt a little chilled.

He didn't want to put life and death in the hands of others, but the huge gap in strength made him have no choice at all.

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

Song Hengjiang walked to the sarcophagus, did not pause, raised his steps, and walked into the cave on the left.

Jiang Wang gently closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Song Hengjiang obviously didn't think that there would be anyone hiding here, so he didn't check it too seriously, so he walked directly into the cave.

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

Jiang Wang suddenly came to his senses, and said with some hesitation: "The Shui Clan is born with a longer lifespan, and he is such a strong person...... How come?"

Jiang Wei was silent for a while, probably thinking about it carefully, before he said, "It should be an irreversible injury." Back then, he was the top Divine Advent Monk, and with his talent, he should have ascended to the cave long ago. The fact that God is still present speaks for itself. ”

Jiang Wang guessed: "If he really suffered some irreversible injury in his early years. Raising these Yin Demons, could it have something to do with his injuries?"

Jiang Xiao's voice was fluttering: "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, and his voice was vicissitudes.

"Already...... Two hundred and eighteen years. ”

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

Bemoan?

No, it sounds like a person's name.

"More than two hundred years ago, was there a famous person named Wanxi in Zhuang Guo?" he asked Jiang Wei in Tongtian Palace.

"How do I know?" Jiang Wei suddenly became impatient.

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

And those blood streaks really distort people's hearts and hurt their souls.

He could only concentrate his attention on hearing and listen to Song Hengjiang's voice in the inner cave.

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

"I'm going to the Lan River again. ”

"That old thing died very thoroughly, and his children and grandchildren were all gone. In the entire Lan River, there is not even a single water tribe that can stand in front of me. It was Beigong Yu who came forward, and the Lanhe Water Mansion was not completely destroyed. ”

"Oh, old thing. ”

Song Hengjiang's voice suddenly became melancholy: "Unconsciously, I am also an old thing in people's mouths......"

"Gao Xian is very promising. He's a real person, but he's not a thing. ”

"He doesn't respect the Aqua, he doesn't respect the ancient covenants. He didn't remember Zhuang Chengqian's promise, he didn't know ...... himself"

"He actually forced me to join forces with Luo Guo and join forces to defeat Yong, you know? He didn't care about the hatred and persistence of the Water Tribe. But because you...... But because of you, Wanxi, I still have expectations for him. ”

"Time and time again, expectations have been disappointed. ”

"I am willing to take a big risk and meddle in the change of royal power to help him sit firmly in the dragon chair. Turning his head, he was not tolerant of the Shui Tribe. ”

"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 Qingyue and Qingzhi, you know? Although he didn't say it explicitly, I could completely feel his coldness. Now that the situation is stronger than people, I can only drag this rotten body and fight the Lan River again. How sad you would be if you knew these things......"

"Did Han Yin force him to be like this? I hope it's ......."

Song Hengjiang, like all old men in the twilight, chattered.

"Now Han Yin is dead. In those old days, whether it was an enemy or a friend, there were few left. On the way here, I thought about it for a while, but I couldn't think of it. I don't know if I'm too old, or if they're dying too cleanly. ”

"Death, it's not a big deal, I've come to my senses. has lasted for so many years, all for the Qingjiang Water Tribe. Now that Qingyue has grown up, he has done many things better than me, and I can rest assured. It's only Qingzhi, who is too young and very ignorant......"

In this way, there are also shortcomings in the Qing Covenant. He was too proud to bow his head. I'm afraid that after I leave, Gao Xian won't be able to tolerate him......"

"But how?"

"This Day Will Come ......"

"Alas. What's the point of saying that 'death is the only justice,' right?"

"Wanxi, I don't know if I'm a little more selfish or a little more loving to you. Maybe you've been in pain all these years, right?"

"I'll take you with me when I'm gone. ”

"That day passed quickly...... Soon......"

"Remember the day it bloomed on the water, and it was at the end of its journey. ”

Song Hengjiang said slowly, one sentence in the east, one sentence in the west, and it was said in fragments. Like all the old people who talk to those close to them.

Always take the trouble to share the trivial.

But Jiang Wang had no way to refine the information in Song Hengjiang's whispers, because there was a more realistic and terrifying thing in front of him - when Yin Guan cast a spell on the hidden clothes, it was impossible to invest too much strength, so the means arranged had a certain time limit. And from that nameless green mountain, all the way to here, the time is almost up!

Yin Guan's three blessings on the concealed clothes were used once when Jiujiang Xuanjia was looking at Du Yehu, and once when he killed Dong A, and now this is the last time.

The concealment effect of the cloak is almost useless when facing the Divine Realm Monks. Once the means left by Yin Guan on the hidden clothes fail, he will be equivalent to standing naked in front of Song Hengjiang.

That's a death.

There is no room for resistance.

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

The slow words sounded like a funeral salute...... Irretrievably looming!