At night, it was so silent that you could hear even the insects in the jungle in the distance.

Jiang Meng got up slowly, he put on his clothes, and lit the oil lamp alone, there was not much sesame oil left in the oil lamp, but he didn't care.

He looked at the guest room not far from the door, the two shadows were still talking at night, Jiang Meng sighed, put on his coat, and walked towards the dungeon of the Divine Sect alone.

Broken Wave was still imprisoned here, his limbs were sealed by arm-thick chains, and the stench of his body in the dungeon was so foul that even snakes, insects, rats, and ants shy away when they saw him.

He was lonely, he was lonely, there was no one to talk to him, endless darkness engulfed him, and all he could do every day was eat rice with his mouth that would not starve him to death.

He was alone in the dungeon, his hair wrapped around his head like a hemp rope, and his handsome face was now in tatters.

At this moment, a light appeared outside the dungeon, and this light was like a gift from heaven, like a man who walked in the desert for days, and when he was dying, he found an oasis.

He was now inarticulate, and he hurriedly cried out to Jiang Meng, who slowly walked into the damp and dirty dungeon.

Broken Lang's hand wanted to grab Jiang Meng, he struggled hard, but he couldn't reach Jiang Meng, his arm was already full of red rashes, and it was extremely itchy, but he couldn't catch it if he wanted to.

Jiang Meng sat on the Iron Throne, which was only one meter in front of him, and the Iron Throne was very well maintained, and people came to wipe and clean it every day, which contrasted with the dirty environment around him, just like heaven and hell.

Jiang Meng held a jar of good wine in his arms, and held a roast chicken in his hand, which he made with his own hands when he passed by the kitchen just now.

Jiang Meng tore the roast chicken little by little, and he smiled: "Come on, take two pairs of chopsticks and two wine glasses!"

Half an hour later, two brand-new chopsticks were placed in front of Broken Waves.

Duan Lang looked at the roast chicken in the bowl, he swallowed his saliva, the saliva gradually dripped on the ground, he wanted to reach out for it, but he couldn't reach it, the roast chicken was only a few centimeters away from him.

He could only watch, his mind was already filled with the wine and roast chicken in front of him, if someone gave him a roast chicken at this time and asked him to kill someone, he would not hesitate at all.

Jiang Meng looked at him and asked, "Do you want to eat it?"

Broken Lang nodded hurriedly like a chicken pecking rice, he wanted to eat it too much, and he couldn't stand it.

Jiang Meng tore off the thighs of the roast chicken, and the liquid in the mouth of the broken wave had been left.

Jiang Meng held the chicken leg and shook it in front of his nose, and the fragrance that came to his nose made Broken Lang lose his mind, and his mouth hit the chicken leg.

But the chicken leg slipped away instantly, and Broken Wave hung his head and said, "You............ How are you going to let me go?"

Jiang Meng didn't speak, he looked at Broken Lang quietly, he wanted to know if Broken Lang had really changed.

He didn't dare to gamble because the stakes were so big that they would even kill everyone!

After thirty breaths, Jiang Meng said slowly: "It's not long, it's been a year, I'll let you go in a year, I'll give you the life you want, and it's also our acquaintance!"

Broken Wave suddenly collapsed, his nerves had collapsed, and he yelled: "Why, why do you want to do this to me, what the hell is wrong with me, you want to do this to me?"

After speaking, his tears burst out of his eyes, and now he does not have the heroic posture he once had, and he has no unruliness in the past, in exchange for only a tragic life.

At this time, Jiang Meng put the chicken leg in the bowl, and he helped Duan Lang wipe the tears on his face as if he was a child, even if Duan Lang was covered in stench and stains on his face, he still slowly helped Duan Lang wipe it.

With a little left hand, the strength came out instantly, hitting the iron chain behind the broken wave, and the iron chain broke in response.

Jiang Meng looked at Broken Lang and said: "Eat, you were like this when you were a child, every time you wash the horse and smell dirty, I will secretly come to see you, and it is the same now." ”

Broken Lang knelt on the ground, tears had wet the ground, he looked at the chicken leg in the bowl, but he couldn't pick it up for a long time, he slowly said, "Senior Brother Meng, can we go back to the past?"

Jiang Meng finally waited for this sentence, as the saying goes, the prodigal son does not change his money, and now that the broken waves have repented, Jiang Meng will also give him this chance.

Jiang Meng nodded and said, "As long as you still have what you used to be in your heart, we can go back to the past, everything has not changed, everything is in the past!"

Broken Waves wailed and cried, all this is back to square one, he realizes, he repents.

Jiang Meng couldn't bear to say in his heart: "You used to be the hall master of Feiyun Hall, and now I am the master of the Divine Sect and the master of the World Association, you come to be the hall master, how about Huolin Hall?"

Duan Lang didn't speak, he was no longer pursuing these false names, because he knew that the luckiest thing in his life was to meet Jiang Meng.

Jiang Meng didn't speak, and walked behind Broken Lang, who was a little surprised.

I saw that at this time, Jiang Meng pressed against the broken wave with one palm, and the immortal demon body of the broken wave was gradually absorbed, and the evil qi of blood and fire was gradually dispersed by Jiang Meng.

Half an hour later, Broken Wave's hair gradually turned black, as before, and there was a hint of clarity and agility in his eyes.

He went back to the past, Jiang Meng felt the demonic energy in the body of the broken waves, and finally Jiang Meng noticed the true source of the broken waves demonic energy, the Yaksha Pool!

It seems that the broken waves are really controlled by the Yaksha Pool, Jiang Meng sucked in both palms, and the remaining demonic energy of the Yaksha Pool instantly came to Jiang Meng's hands, Jiang Meng was relieved, and with a pinch, the demonic energy dissipated instantly.

The power of breaking waves has been completely abolished by Jiang Meng, he actually didn't have a trace of complaint, he looked at Jiang Meng with clear eyes and muttered: "This demonic energy has been tempting me, so I ..............."

Jiang Meng shook his head and sighed: "It's okay, now that you have no skills, I have two exercises to teach you again!"

After that, a palm against the back of the broken waves, a steady stream of Buddha qi is infused, which is exactly the Buddha qi of the Buddha Palm and the Karma Transformation Technique.

In an instant, the golden light on Broken Wave's body flashed, and a phantom of the Buddha was also revealed, Jiang Meng looked at Broken Lang and nodded with satisfaction.

"Ding, the host has successfully brought the Broken Waves Demonic Qi purification back to the right path, rewarding the Heavenly Martial Arts with 300 points. ”

Jiang Meng finally let out a breath of turbidity, and he was finally relieved.

The next day, Broken Wave walked out of the dungeon, the sunlight was slightly dazzling, and he showed a smile that he had not seen in a long time.

After he cleaned the filth from his body, he walked out of the room, and he watched this Divine Sect gradually come to mind the scenes from childhood to adulthood.

He walked out of the first floor of the world and walked to the stables where the world had once been, where he had spent six years.

He walked into the stable, and he thought of the scene when he saw Jiang Meng for the first time, and his eyes were already moist.

Unconsciously, he walked to the place where he once lived, he sat on the stone bench, when he was a child, Jiang Meng and Nie Feng often came here to find him and play with him, and he gradually smiled.

Jiang Meng stood on the first floor of the world, quietly looking at Broken Waves, there was another person beside Jiang Meng, Nie Feng, Nie Feng looked at Broken Waves as if he was a child and sighed: "I don't blame him anymore!"

Jiang Meng nodded, he remembered a round-faced child in his mind, he was bohemian and never admit defeat, his chubby little face was full of confidence.

Three days later, after Jiang Meng left from Shenzong, Broken Lang also started a new life, he took Broken Shuai to Shenzong, and tried his best to be filial to his father.

Outside the gate of heaven, there is a carriage mark in the place covered with ice and snow, and there is a man lying on the carriage, he is lying on the grass pile behind the carriage with a straw hat on his head, humming a song leisurely.

The carriage gradually walked outside the Tianmen, and the masters of the human realm outside the Tianmen looked at the carriage and immediately became vigilant.

One shouted: "What kind of person, dare to trespass on the gate of heaven!"

Jiang Meng took off the straw hat on his head and stretched his waist, and everyone in the human world immediately panicked when they saw that face.

And the person who shouted was nowhere to be seen, so he must have run somewhere to hide.

Jiang Meng yawned lazily and said to Tianmen: "Hey, Emperor Shakti, I'm back, are you happy?"

There was silence in the gate of heaven, no one spoke, and at this time, a person descended from the sky, and at first glance it was the god general.

The god general still looked at Jiang Meng with that malicious gaze, and said, "Emperor Shakti told you to go in and see him!"

"Ahh

The god general frowned, if it weren't for Emperor Shakti telling him not to touch Jiang Meng, he would have made a move a long time ago!

At this time, Jiang Meng laughed: "God General, have you not eaten, you are louder, I can't hear you!"

The god said patiently, "Shakti told you to go to the heavenly realm to see him!"

"Oh, I heard it this time, it's so good!" With that, Jiang Meng threw away the grass hat in his hand, stepped on it, and with a little grass hat in the air on his left foot, he headed towards the heavenly realm.