Song Qingyue appeared at the entrance of the underwater demon cave without saying a word.

The bright red waterweed flowers fluttered along the undercurrent, and he seemed to be able to feel it, an indescribable attachment.

The breath of the old father can no longer be felt at all, or from now on, it will be scattered in every corner of Qingjiang.

He was saddened.

But he couldn't shed tears.

Behind him was the high-level of the Qingjiang Water Tribe, a total of three, all of whom were cultivated in the outer building realm.

The entire Qingjiang Water Clan, including him, counting the old Gui who took care of Qingzhi, there are a total of five powerhouses in the outer building realm.

After two battles of the Lan River and a battle to exterminate the White Bone Dao, there are still five powerhouses in the Outer Building Realm left, which seems to be considered powerful.

However, it is difficult for the water tribe to reproduce, and the speed at which the strong are born is far less than that of the human race.

The Qingjiang Water Tribe has almost exhausted its war potential, and for so many years, it has relied on Song Hengjiang to survive.

Except for the burly general who has been following his side, he is still in the prime of life, and the others are already old, and there is basically no possibility of achieving divine presence.

The future of the Qingjiang Aquarium is not optimistic.

The reason why Song Hengjiang was injured like that and refused to die was that he couldn't rest assured that the tribe would not be relieved.

But now, at last, I don't have to worry about it anymore.

He didn't have to worry anymore.

Song Qingyue thought to himself.

Beyond this thought, there is sadness, anger, and hatred.

Because my father was so tired. How he has been able to come over these years, he is a son very clearly. Every day of life is torture.

The confrontation between Song Hengjiang and Zhuang Gaoxian, he waited for the result in Shuifu throughout the whole process. Zhuang Gaoxian came and went, as if the matter had been resolved.

The old father only went back to the house to show his face, and then left in a hurry.

He already knew that his father's life was short, but he really didn't expect that that side would be goodbye.

He didn't know about the underwater demon cave, and he didn't know why his father died here.

But always know.

He stepped out of his legs and retracted it.

An old man with black hair hanging down his shoulders appeared in front of him, standing closer than he was to the entrance to the cave.

It is the prime minister of Zhuang Guo, the scheming Du Ruhui.

"Shaojun. ”

The old man bowed and saluted, and he never lost his manners.

"Prime Minister Du. ”

Song Qingyue bowed his head and returned the salute.

No matter how much he hated this man in his heart, he made it impossible for him to be rude.

He told himself that from now on, he was no longer qualified to be willful.

Because the majestic figure who was willing to tolerate his willfulness and shelter him from the wind and rain had fallen.

Fell forever.

Seeing Song Qingyue's attitude, Du Ruhui's heart relaxed a little. After Song Hengjiang's death, what he was most afraid of was that Song Qingyue was not clear, and Song Qingyue itself was not difficult to deal with. But Song Hengjiang's prestige was too great, and they couldn't kill Song Qingyue and immediately support a puppet who could control Qingjiang.

Song Qingyue is still able to communicate and is willing to cooperate. Undoubtedly the best outcome in a bad situation.

He turned to the side, letting Zhuang Gaoxian, who had broken through the flowing water, fall in front of him.

The insight that belonged to the real people in the world made Zhuang Gaoxian see the situation inside the underwater demon cave clearly for the first time, but despite this, he still stepped into it and wanted to observe more clearly.

Song Hengjiang died too suddenly, and this place is too sensitive!

During the whole process, Zhuang Gaoxian did not glance at any of the water tribes, including Song Qingyue.

For him, the only character in the entire Qingjiang Water Tribe, who can be worthy of his attention, is no longer there.

Song Qingyue's face was expressionless, and he also walked inside.

The three high-level officials of the water tribe naturally followed behind.

Du Ruhui stretched out a hand: "I'm sorry, you can't go in." ”

Qingjiang Shuijun died in front, but Du Ruhui didn't allow them to go over and take a look.

The three high-ranking members of the aquarium did not make a sound, and just stayed in place.

Of course, Song Qingyue noticed this sad scene, but he didn't say anything, just walked in silently.

Bright red weeds flowed around him.

It's like saying goodbye to him.

It's like announcing that he's grown up.

Song Qingyue walked into the huge cave, and the first thing that caught his attention was one hundred and eight empty blood-patterned sarcophagi, I don't know what was once sealed inside.

And Zhuang Gaoxian is in the cave on the left.

He followed.

So he saw the detached body of his father's corpse lying quietly on the ground. The water that came in later did not stir his position.

There are two forms of the water tribe, one is the human body, which is what he is now. One is the water body, which is what the old father is now.

The water body is the strongest state of the aquarium, and the cross-shaped horizontal flesh between the eyebrows is actually two horizontal bones hidden under the flesh. It can help them feel and control the water more concretely.

But living in the present world dominated by the human race, their aquatic tribes generally try their best to show their human bodies.

Song Qingyue noticed that Zhuang Gaoxian's gaze stopped for a moment on the two horizontal bones of his father's water body, and seemed to pay some special attention to the parts of the water tribe that were different from the human race.

I don't know if it's curiosity or resistance.

Song Qingyue also noticed that Zhuang Gaoxian was observing himself.

He hated this kind of observation like looking at the cargo, but at the same time he knew that it was inevitable in the future.

He slowly stepped forward and gently covered Song Hengjiang's eyes.

"How did my father die, did Your Majesty see it?" he asked.

They actually know each other, each other's blood relationship. Zhuang Gaoxian's grandmother is his aunt.

But neither side is willing to admit it.

Song Qingyue concealed his emotions very well, and Zhuang Gaoxian would not show the slightest on his face.

He was actually observing Song Hengjiang's water body just now, such a peak god water tribe corpse is not common.

He tried to find the aquarium-related parts of his body on this corpse.

He didn't like the water blood in his body, but he wouldn't hide his ears and steal the bell to escape.

His gaze naturally swept over every corner of this ancient demon cave, and he said in a somewhat cautious voice: "I feel the traces of the White Bone Evil God, as well as the demonic energy......"

He didn't see Song Wanxi.

"Do you know what this place is?" he asked Song Qingyue.

Song Qingyue shook his head honestly: "Before this, I never knew that there was such a place under the Qingjiang River. ”

"This is the Ancient Cave. Zhuang Gaoxian said slowly, he found that Song Qingyue was not lying, so he simply skipped it and said: "There has been an ancient passage here for a short time, and it seems to involve ...... The Tomb of the Worlds. ”

"It may be the White Bone Evil God who killed your father, or it could be some true demon. ”

He made such a verbal judgment, and at the same time thought to himself—

Could it have something to do with that grandmother of his?

True demons cannot come to this world at will.

Is it possible that after the secret was leaked, Song Hengjiang took the risk to open up the ancient passage, and wanted to send Song Wanxi to the Ten Thousand Worlds Deserted Tomb and truly achieve the true demon?

In the process, being watched by the white bone evil god, thus causing misfortune?

"Or something else...... For some other reason. ”

Zhuang Gaoxian muttered to himself.

It's not that he likes to talk nonsense, but even if he is a real person in the world, he is a little confused at the moment.

White Bone Evil God, Ten Thousand Worlds Tomb Desolate, True Demon, Water Monarch......

The residual aura here is too chaotic, and the level is extremely high. Even if he has the vision of a real person in the world, it is difficult to sort it out for a while.