The old man didn't speak, as if in his world, there was no figure of Meng Hao, he just wandered between heaven and earth, occasionally saw Meng Hao, occasionally remembered some memories, and rescued him at will.

"Heaven and Earth...... There is an end ......."

"My end, can I be?" the old man muttered, his voice hoarse, vicissitudes, and then sighed lightly, closed his eyes, and the whole person fell into an ethereal, Meng Hao could clearly see his back with his eyes, but he couldn't feel the old man's existence, not even this boat.

"Senior?" Meng Hao was stunned, and slowly saw that the other party seemed to be immersed in his own world, and in silence Meng Hao sat cross-legged on the side, looking into the distance, and remembered a lot.

Dowkey...... It's gone. Meng Hao felt the empty body in his body, he couldn't feel the existence of cultivation, it seemed like a qiē cultivation, it had all disappeared, the feeling of weakness became stronger and stronger, and even the aging of his body also made Meng Hao realize the gradual approach of death.

He no longer has any cultivation.

Meng Hao was bitter and tried to practice again, but his body seemed to have become a sieve, no matter how much he breathed it out, there would not be any spiritual energy stored in it.

Meng Hao was a little unwilling, he took out the storage bag, although there was no aura, but the storage bag in this Haicheng, even if there was no aura, it could be opened by itself once.

Meng Hao bought a lot of such storage bags before, and the parrots and skin jelly slept in the storage bags, as if Meng Hao's weakness also made them lose their vitality.

From the storage bag, Meng Hao took out the elixir, swallowed it, and meditated again, condensing for a moment. Meng Hao's body suddenly shook. Pallor. The whole person languished again.

"Unable to practice, the body loses its foundation, loses everything. Meng Hao muttered, he could be sure that at this moment, there was not half of Dao Ji left, and all of them disappeared.

In silence, Meng Hao was unwilling to try again. Time passed, and until a month later, Meng Hao tried all the methods he could think of, but none of them could make his cultivation appear at all.

All failed.

Countless attempts made Meng Hao's body even weaker, until a month later, he finally understood that he was powerless.

Meng Hao laughed miserably, laughing and laughing, and his voice became louder and louder. Spread and echo in this quiet inner ring of the Tianhe Sea, echoing on this boat.

"The tenth ancestor of the Wang family!" Meng Hao laughed. With a strong hatred.

He didn't know if the tenth ancestor of the Wang family had died, it didn't matter anymore.

"I don't have cultivation, but I'm still alive...... But with my current vitality, how many days can I live......" Meng Hao was bitter, his laughter slowly weakened, and for a long time, he looked into the distance, and the whole person seemed to be ethereal, staring blankly.

He didn't know what he was looking at, his mind went blank, he didn't think about anything, he didn't look at anything, until his eyes fell on the old man in armor, and his eyes suddenly showed hope.

His life was saved by the other party, with the mystery of this old man, with the strangeness of this ancient and secluded ship, Meng Hao believed that if this old man made a move, his cultivation would not be without the possibility of recovery.

Meng Hao stood up and bowed deeply to the old man.

"Seniors. ”

The old man didn't speak, still ethereal.

Meng Hao hesitated for a moment, walked out, and came to the front of the old man, and was about to worship again, when suddenly he was stunned, his eyes widened, and his eyes showed disbelief.

He saw the old man's face, it was very vicissitudes, containing endless years, but in Meng Hao's eyes, what shook his heart was that the other party's body was not substantial, but vaguely transparent.

But in his memory, the other party is clearly not like this.

Meng Hao was silent for a moment, slowly raised his right hand, and tried to touch the old man, until his right hand penetrated the old man's body like penetrating the void, Meng Hao tried again, and even his body walked by, but it was still penetrated, and Meng Hao, who turned his head, showed complexity in his eyes.

"Was I misremembered, or was he originally like this, the same name as this ship, the Ghost Wheel...... Wraith Wheel. Meng Hao smiled bitterly and looked at the boat, the surrounding ruins were full of decay.

A few days later, when Meng Hao walked through almost every position of the boat, he didn't see the slightest abnormality, and everything he saw and touched was ancient and vicissitudes.

Standing at the bow of the ship, he watched the ghost ship move silently on the sea, silent all around, only seeing the sea undulating, no waves, and no life.

It seems that where the ship is, everything has become silent.

"That's fine......

"On a lonely boat with no one else, silently walking through the last years of life. ”

"Maybe no one will know that I am about to fall, so that the master will not be sad, Xu Qing will not be sad, the little fat man, the senior brother, and all the other friends of mine...... None of them will know. Meng Hao sat cross-legged where he had woken up before, muttering, looking at the heaven and earth in the distance.

His heart slowly calmed down, he no longer resented anything, and he didn't want to think about anything anymore, but he regretted that he didn't look at his master again, regretted not hugging Xu Qing, and regretted not returning to the Southern Regions to get together with those friends he had been.

He regrets the strangeness of the Tang Dynasty and his father and mother, and he can't see each other in this life.

"Backer old turtle, you are free from now on......"

"The ancestors of the Demon Sealing Sect may never have sealed the demon vein again. Meng Hao sighed, and when he became calmer, he gradually became more and more free.

Death was inevitable, but he didn't care.

"It's a pity that I still have so many spirit stones in my storage bag...... It's a pity that it hasn't been spent yet. ”

"It's a pity that there are so many IOUs, and those people are lucky...... When the creditor dies, they don't have to pay it back. ”

"The three taels of silver outside the Zhou Yuan, I really don't have to pay it back this time. ”

"It's a pity that I still have such a pair of babies on me, I don't know which little bastard will be cheaper in the future. When Meng Hao thought of this, he could only sigh.

"Maybe if I die, there will be one less scourge in this world, those guys who will be pitted by me in the future, they are lucky!"

"Good luck!" Meng Hao muttered. Think back to your life. Juvenile reading imperial examination. After meeting Senior Sister Xu, she stepped into the backing sect, took away Wang Tengfei's creation, became an inner disciple, was pitted by the backer ancestor, and then pit the backer ancestor, until he stepped into the Southern Regions, and worshiped the Ziyun Sect when he rose.

"Senior Sister Xu, it's really a pity there...... She likes me and I like her. It's a pity that I can't get married...... I have never touched a woman in my life......" Meng Hao thought of this, and suddenly felt very sad.

"And that Chu Yuyan, this little lady must have some meaning for me......" Meng Hao sighed again and again.

Thinking of the scene of killing Ji Jia Tianjiao, escaping into the Western Desert, and the Wushen Tribe, Meng Hao couldn't help but think of Han Shan, the demon girl Zhixiang, and the scene of the Demon Immortal Sect.

"Hanshan senior, my promise can't be fulfilled......"

"Zhixiang Demon Girl, you owe me a favor. You don't have to pay it back. ”

There is also Ke Jiusi, and Ke Yunhai. Meng Hao thought about it, and suddenly thought of his first sword to slash the soul.

"After practicing for less than three hundred years, I have already cut the first sword, there is a great avenue coming, and the flower on the other side has become my soul treasure, I Meng Hao can do this kind of Cheng dù in my life, it is enough!

In the entire Southern Heaven and Earth, there are not many who can compare with me!" Meng Hao was suddenly very proud, he smiled, bitter, scolded angrily, and recalled, the years of his life became a microcosm in his mind, and in a short period of time, they passed one by one.

Time passed slowly, and soon half a month passed, Meng Hao kept looking into the distance, always recalling his promotion, until this day, he was suddenly attracted by the phantom of the old man in armor.

He found that he had not moved in the slightest in the past few months, and the old man, who was ethereal, suddenly raised his right hand and pinched out the mark, and between this pinch, there were faint black and white colors, which appeared in his hand.

When Meng Hao touched it, it was still illusory.

So in the following time, Meng Hao observed the old man every day, observing his meditating style, observing his ethereal appearance, and observing the black and white when he pinched the trick.

Slowly, he was attracted by the black and white light, and he always felt that there seemed to be something in it, but he couldn't say it clearly.

The white, like the color of heaven and earth, will be slowly assimilated in front of it until it becomes the same white as it, and the black is full of domineering, as if a qiē color in front of it is only the qualification to be covered.

Gradually, Meng Hao's whole person was immersed in observing the old man, and he even unconsciously learned to meditate like the old man, breathe in the same way, and raise his right hand in the same way.

Even for the sake of enlightenment, he simply came to the place where the old man's phantom was, sat down cross-legged directly, and the whole person overlapped with the old man's figure, in this way, so that his movements were exactly the same as the old man's.

I closed my eyes and immersed myself in them, and the years passed, three years in the blink of an eye.

In the past three years, Meng Hao has become weaker and weaker, and his vitality has slowly withered, but he doesn't care anymore, his only interest is to find a kind of affirmation that he is still alive in copying the old man's actions.

Until one day, he felt an ethereal, in this ethereal, in the peasance of life and death, he pinched the right hand of the trick

, slowly appearing white.

"Your path, at the end, will be without yourself. In Meng Hao's mind, the sound of vicissitudes suddenly echoed.

Immediately after, black appeared in his palm.

"Your path, at the end, will be left with only yourself. The same sound of vicissitudes echoed, Meng Hao suddenly shook his whole body, and he faintly realized that he was enlightening.

Enlightenment is a mysterious avenue that cannot be imagined in its vastness.

"White and black, like the sky blank day and night...... Meng Hao muttered, looking down at his right hand, slowly raised, pressed to the sky, he could feel that if he had cultivation, maybe at this moment, according to his enlightened Dao, he could make the sky turn into pitch black, turn into day, and the interlacing between black and white would bloom into a supreme force.

"It's a pity that I have no cultivation, and even if I understand this path, it will be useless. Meng Hao shook his head, and was about to get up, when suddenly, the boat that had been moving forward suddenly ...... Stopped.

Meng Hao was stunned and raised his head. (To be continued......)