At the moment when the dragon elder spirit rushed out, Jiang Ning waved his sleeves, wrapped up the body of Zeng Moyan, who was pierced by the flying sword, and galloped back towards the rear.

Everyone watched this scene blankly, unable to come back to their senses for a long time. The situation reversed too quickly, from the beginning of Jiang Ning's breaking of the formation to the killing of Long Lao, it was only a few breaths, they didn't expect Jiang Ning to survive that explosion, and they didn't expect that Jiang Ning's body was actually metamorphosed to such a point.

Not only did those surviving monks not expect it, but even Long Lao didn't expect it, all of this was unexpected by him.

"Just losing one's mind and losing one's life, this kind of strong fight, it is really an instantaneous ......change," Shi Jianxiong muttered as he looked at the huge whirlpool that devoured Long Lao.

Jiang Ning stood in the distance, looking at the huge void whirlpool, his face was extremely pale, although his divine soul successfully rushed out of the stone tablet sword array just now, he also paid an extremely heavy price. Others couldn't see it, but he himself knew that his soul was already seriously injured.

Dispersing the reckless battle body, Jiang Ning spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his expression was sluggish. Seeing this, the Demon Emperor hurriedly came to Jiang Ning's approach, the cold light flashed in his eyes, and he looked at the Demon Emperor and the others vigilantly.

Seeing the Demon Emperor like this, the Demon Emperor and the others showed a wry smile on their faces, they had just seen Jiang Ning's powerful strength, even Long Lao had died in his hands, even if Jiang Ning was seriously injured now, where would they dare to do anything to him.

The same scene appeared again, and everyone's eyes fell on the slowly rotating void vortex, and their hearts were worried. They didn't know if Elder Long would reappear like last time.

With the passage of time, the void vortex slowly closed, in this process, Jiang Ning has been paying attention to the surroundings with artistic conception, he is also afraid that Long Lao has other hole cards, and he will come back from the dead. But all worries are superfluous, the last thing didn't happen again, a full hour passed, there was still no movement around, Long Lao died, completely died under the explosion.

"Open the exit of the secret realm and let them out......" Jiang Ning secretly operated the Divine Forging Method, and said lightly to the Demon Emperor.

The Demon Emperor should claim that it is, and opened the exit of the secret realm in a pinch, looked at the Demon Emperor and the others, and said in a cold voice: "Everyone, please......"

When the Demon Emperor and the others saw the Demon Emperor's look of "If you don't leave, you will be detrimental to my master", where did they dare to stay, their bodies flashed, and they came out of the secret realm.

The monks who were watching in the distance originally wanted to thank Jiang Ning for saving his life, but at this moment, seeing that the other party was seriously injured, the Demon Emperor looked like no one believed it, so he didn't say anything, but bowed respectfully to Jiang Ning in the air, and walked out of the secret realm one after another.

After Qingtian, Jin Splitkong and Zhou Wenjie and others went out, they finally glanced at Jiang Ning before leaving.

"Go out too, wait for me at the entrance. Jiang Ning's gaze fell on Zeng Moyan's corpse, and said lightly to the Demon Emperor behind him.

"It's the master!" the Demon Emperor's eyes flashed with fanaticism, and he responded respectfully, and he also came out of the secret realm.

"As promised, I have fulfilled your wishes. After looking at it for a long time, Jiang Ning sighed.

"You're going to use it. This is what Zeng Mo Yan said when he handed over his flying sword to Jiang Ning. At that time, Jiang Ning was still wondering what it meant, but this doubt was understood after Jiang Ning learned that Long Lao had taken Zeng Moyan.

A touch of sadness appeared in Jiang Ning's eyes, and he reached out to pull out the flying sword inserted in Zeng Moyan's body, but as soon as his hand touched the hilt of the flying sword, the flying sword clicked and shattered into several pieces.

The fragments of the flying sword fell to the ground with a crisp clanging sound, as if the flying sword was rejoicing that he had returned to his master, as if the flying sword was glad to be able to leave with his master.

However, this sound of joy was heard in Jiang Ning's ears and fell into Jiang Ning's heart, but it turned into endless sorrow and sorrow, making the sadness in his eyes even stronger.

Jiang Ning looked at Zeng Moyan and the flying sword that was broken into several sections in a daze, and fell into silence.

The flying sword has a spirit, and life and death go hand in hand......

Standing for a long time, Jiang Ning sighed secretly, and a flame popped out from his fingertips and landed on Zeng Moyan's corpse. In an instant, the flying sword and Zeng Moyan's body were engulfed in flames.

The flames were blazing, emitting scorching heat, and waves of qi rose, roasting and twisting the void.

In that firelight, scenes appeared in Jiang Ning's pupils, and the wind whimpered, telling the story of the past.

A dirty, only five or six-year-old little girl hid behind a teenager and looked timidly at a white-haired old man in front of her.

"Come with me, I can let you avenge your parents, I can make you and your sister monks and get rid of slavery from now on, I can let your sister have the life that all monks in the Endless Sea dream of. The white-haired old man looked at the young man with a satisfied expression, and his words revealed kindness.

The simple three "I can" made the boy's body tremble slightly, and although he tried to calm himself, he still couldn't stop the trembling of his body.

In the endless sea, mortals have no status, and mortals have only two choices, either die or become slaves of monks. But even if you become a slave, you are slaughtered and have no human rights. Just like his father, he did nothing wrong, but he was mercilessly killed.

Their parents were slaves, and they were slaves, and he hated this identity, and after his mother committed suicide, he desperately escaped with his sister.

"Yan'er, take care of your sister......" This was the last sentence his mother said before she died, and taking care of her sister became the only reason for him to live.

"Promise him! Promise him! Promise you will fulfill your promise, you swore at your mother's grave, have you forgotten?" a voice continued to roar in the young man's heart, making his body tremble even more.

Call......

The young man exhaled a heavy breath, gradually regained his composure, looked up at the old man in front of him, and asked, "What do I need to give?"

When the old man heard the young man's words, he nodded with satisfaction, and then an old voice sounded in the young man's heart: "I want your body." ”

The young man's body trembled slightly, and as a slave of the monk, he certainly understood the meaning of the old man's words. The old man's words silenced him again, and the old man didn't seem to be in a hurry, quietly waiting for the young man's reply.

After a long time, the young man looked back at his sister behind him, and the little girl saw her brother looking at her, showed a sweet smile, blinked her eyes, and called softly, "Brother." ”

The boy's eyes showed softness, and he touched his sister's little head.

"Aren't you going to fulfill your promise? Didn't you say that even if you gave your life, you would fulfill your promise to your mother? The opportunity is right in front of you, what are you waiting for?" the voice echoed in the boy's heart again.

Turning around, the young man's eyes were full of determination, and he looked at the old man and said, "I promise you......"

It's just that when these four words were spoken, a trace of sadness appeared in the young man's eyes.

The first powerhouse of the Endless Sea adopted a pair of mortal brothers and sisters, and this matter was like having wings, and it quickly spread throughout the Endless Sea, making countless people envious and jealous.

Since then, the little girl has become the little princess of Huanzhulou, and she is also the little princess of the endless sea, and no one dares to disrespect her.

Time flies quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the little girl has become the first beauty in the Endless Sea, coupled with her identity, she is sought after by countless young talents in the Endless Sea.

The boy has also grown up, and in these years of hard work, he has become the first person of the younger generation of the Endless Sea Immortal Cultivation Realm from a mortal, and he is appreciated by the older generation of cultivators, and is regarded as the target of the younger generation.

However, no one can decipher the sorrow in his eyes, not only the age of the teenager who has grown up over the years, but also the sorrow in his eyes, and as he grows older, the sorrow in his eyes has become more and more intense.

Zeng Yuanyuan was also curious about the reason for the sadness in her brother's eyes, and asked many times, but after asking to no avail, she stopped asking, and slowly became accustomed to it, as if sadness was Zeng Moyan's mark.

She didn't know that the sorrow in her brother's eyes came because of her, she didn't know that there was a deal between her brother and Long Lao, and she didn't know that her brother gave his body and his life for her.

The fire was extinguished, all the pictures disappeared, the sound was not there, only wisps of green smoke twisted and struggled under the wind, as if they did not want to leave this world, as if they still wanted to see the people they cared about in their hearts.

"I will fulfill my promise to you and go all the way......" Jiang Ning bowed deeply to Zeng Moyan's ashes.

With a wave of his sleeves, a gust of wind howled, rolling Zeng Moyan's ashes and floating towards the sea, floating towards the sunset sun.

"Thank you......" A voice sounded in Jiang Ning's ears, and it seemed that Zeng Moyan's soul was whispering.

Jiang Ning sighed secretly, and a sense of admiration rose in his heart. Knowing that all his efforts are to make wedding dresses for others, he has to work hard, knowing that his fate is doomed, but he can't resist.

That kind of helplessness, that kind of sadness, Jiang Ning has not experienced it, and he can't really understand, only to do what he can do and send Zeng Moyan on his last journey.

Maybe Zeng Moyan once had unwillingness and resistance, but Long Lao's strength made him only suppress his unwillingness and resistance in his heart, all for the sake of his promise to his mother, for his sister, his only relative in this world.

Suddenly, Jiang Ning waved his sleeves again, dissolving the breeze that was rolling Zeng Moyan's ashes, and letting the ashes fall slowly.

"You can't choose when you're alive, and I'll set you free when you're dead. Jiang Ning looked at the slowly falling ashes and muttered.

After speaking, Jiang Ning turned around and stepped into the exit of the secret realm, leaving only the ashes floating in the air, and tried to fall towards the ground and towards the place it chose.