The immortal cultivators couldn't stop looking, but they couldn't find any trace of Ling Ziyang, some of them thought that this strange young man must have been sent by God to help people survive this calamity, and they couldn't help but weep, only Yang Junfei and Lime had a grateful look on their faces, looking at the place where he disappeared, thoughtful.

The night came quietly, and all the immortal cultivators had gone to the Lingyue Valley to heal, but at this time, they saw several sword lights on the canopy dragging their long tails like meteors, and the speed was extremely fast, and they had already descended in front of the gate of the Lingyue Valley Mountain in an instant, and after a while, one of the yellow sword lights rose to the sky again, and shouted loudly from a high place: "Ziyang-"

There was no echo, only the night wind, which made the leaves rustle all over the mountains. When the yellow sword light disappeared into the thick night, in the direction he came, countless sword lights lined up in a long formation, like the glow of the sky, and flowed into the Valley of the Moon.

I saw a person standing on the yellow sword light, about forty years old, majestic and heroic, who was not Wan Tianshu? He kept searching and searching for a hundred miles in the Ring Moon Valley, expanding out circle after circle, and lingered until the early morning of the second day.

At this time, he saw from a distance the back image of a person at the intersection in front of him was very much Ling Ziyang, but he suddenly hid in the woods, and under great joy, he hurriedly shouted, and Edgeworth galloped over. When he got close, he withdrew the fairy sword and ran over and patted the man's shoulder.

The man's head tilted slightly, and he did not look back, nor did he speak. Wan Tian Shu saw that he described him as withered, hunched back, gray and disheveled, covering his face, and a dying old man. But he was holding a baby in his arms, and the baby's hair turned out to be green, and Wan Tianshu couldn't help but be a little surprised.

He knew that he had recognized the wrong person, but he still didn't give up and said, "Old man, have you ever seen a handsome young man about as tall as you pass by?"

The old man shook his head slowly, ignored him, and walked forward.

Wan Tian Shu saw him faltering, walking slowly at every step, afraid that he was going to die, and he was pitiful with a grandson, which was really compassionate.

He sighed, turned and left.

At this time, the old man's two huge tears fell into the baby's swaddling clothes, but the baby suddenly began to cry, and at this time the birds were lurking, and the beasts stopped, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be left with only this crying voice.

This old man is none other than Ling Ziyang, who broke through the Moon Valley yesterday in order to resist the demon realm army, and resolutely urged the gravitational force of the wind and snow to turn the tide. At that time, if it weren't for the fact that Feng Xue Yin only had half a volume, his power was reduced, and the spiritual power consumed was reduced by half, plus at the last moment, the soul blade actually emitted a blue light, injecting a part of the spiritual power into his spiritual veins, and only then did he finish a complete song. Otherwise, his fate will definitely be like Chu Ting and Luo Quinoa, and he will be wiped out. Rao is so, he also paid a high price, his life passed, and his youth was gone.

After he broke the enemy, when he saw himself like this, he was disheartened, and he thought that he would never see anyone again, so he quietly sneaked back to the Moon Valley, took the child away, and did not say goodbye to his acquaintances, and secretly left from the back mountain.

Ling Ziyang didn't know how long he walked, and finally came to a ferry, where only a small boat was parked on the shore. When the captain saw it from afar, he called, "Old man, do you want to take a boat?"

Ling Ziyang nodded and got on the boat.

"Where are you going?" asked the captain again.

Ling Ziyang was stunned, and said secretly: "Where should I go? Where else can I go?" After thinking about it, he took out a silver ingot from his bosom and gave it to the captain, and bought the boat.

He didn't hold the boat, but stood on the bow of the boat, and let the boat go with the tide and go downstream, and the boat gradually drifted away and disappeared into the vast mist.

The cool breeze began to rise, the yellow leaves began to fly, the trees began to wither, and the air was slaughtered. At this moment, there was a hoarse cry in the sky, and a lone eagle swept through a thin cloud and flew towards the sky.