Jiang Wang held his breath and concentrated, and even the beating of his heart stopped.
The seamless concealment allows him to blend perfectly with the environment. The method Yin Guan used on him could temporarily blind the cultivator of the Divine Realm.
However this is not foolproof.
In particular, what kind of existence is Song Hengjiang? He became famous hundreds of years ago, and he was a character of the same era as Zhuang Chengqian, the ancestor of Zhuang Kingdom.
Even if Yin Guan himself is here, he can't say that he can avoid Song Hengjiang's gaze.
I don't know if it was because he spent too much energy on the previous Lanhe battlefield, but Song Hengjiang's age was already very obvious at this time. The body is stooped and the expression is tired.
Walking in this underwater cave, like all old people at the end of their lives, they seem particularly weak.
Or maybe it was just because there was no one around here that Song Hengjiang was willing to show his old age.
The majestic Qinghe Shuijun, who became famous hundreds of years ago, is at least a powerful person with a divine presence. He should have a golden body and jade marrow, and his cultivation will not retreat until death. The way he looks now, it's obvious that something is wrong.
He walked in the cave, glanced at the sarcophagi in a normal way, and then walked directly to the left hole - exactly next to where Jiang Wang was hiding.
As Song Hengjiang slowly approached, Jiang Wang's heart became tighter and tighter.
This is no ordinary old man, but a peerless evil creature who is temporarily taking a nap.
A huge pressure hung on his heart, making him feel cold.
He didn't want to put his life and death in human hands, but the huge gap in strength left him with no choice at all.
The difference between life and death may only be a blink of an eye.
Song Hengjiang walked to the sarcophagus, without stopping, he picked up his steps and walked into the cave on the left.
Jiang Wang gently closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
Song Hengjiang obviously didn't think that anyone would be hiding here, so he walked directly into the cave without checking every inch carefully.
"He is about to die." Jiang Yan said in Tongtian Palace, with some emotion in his voice.
Jiang Wang suddenly woke up and said with some hesitation: "The Shui Tribe is born with a longer lifespan, and he is such a strong person...how could it be?"
Jiang Yan was silent for a while, probably thinking carefully, and then said: "He must have suffered some irreversible injury. Back then, he was the top divine monk. With his talent, he should have been in the cave long ago." . Now God is still here, which itself speaks for itself."
Jiang Wang guessed: "If he really suffered some irreversible injury in his early years. Could raising these evil demons be related to his injury?"
Jiang Yan's voice was light and airy: "Who knows?"
At this time, Song Hengjiang's voice sounded in the inner cave.
"Another year has passed."
he sighed.
He seemed to be talking to someone, his voice was very vicissitudes of life.
"It's been... two hundred and eighteen years."
"Wanxi. It's been two hundred and eighteen years. Are you in pain?"
regret?
No, it sounds like a person's name.
"In Zhuang State more than two hundred years ago, was there any famous person named Wanxi?" he asked Jiang Yan in Tongtian Palace.
"How did I know?" Jiang Yan suddenly became impatient.
Jiang Wang didn't dare to move or relax. The feeling of being between two strange blood-patterned sarcophagi was very uncomfortable, and it would give him the illusion that he was already a dead person.
Moreover, those blood patterns really distort people's hearts and harm their souls.
He could only focus on his hearing, listening to Song Hengjiang's voice in the inner cave.
Song Hengjiang must have been talking to himself, because from the beginning to the end, Jiang Wang didn't hear anyone respond.
"I went to Lanhe again."
"That old guy died completely, and his descendants are all useless. In the entire Lan River, there is not even a single Shui Tribe who can stand in front of me. It was Bei Gongyu's intervention that prevented the Lan River Water Mansion from being completely destroyed. "
"Ha, old thing."
Song Hengjiang's voice suddenly sounded melancholy: "Unconsciously, I have become what people call an old thing..."
"Gao Xian is very promising. He is already a real person in this world, but he is nothing."
"He doesn't respect the Shui Tribe or the ancient covenant. He doesn't remember Zhuang Chengqian's promise, and he doesn't know himself..."
"He actually forced me to join forces with the Luo Kingdom to defeat Yong. Do you know? He doesn't care about the hatred and persistence of the Shui Tribe at all. But because of you... But because of you, Wan Xi, I still have expectations for him."
“Expectations were dashed again and again.”
"I was willing to take the risk and intervene in the change of kingship to help him secure the throne. Turning around, he is not tolerant of the Shui Tribe."
"I hope he can be as pure and kind as you, but he is more like Zhuang Chengqian. No, he is colder than Zhuang Chengqian."
"He actually threatened me with the lives of Qing Yue and Qing Zhi, did you know? Although he didn't say it explicitly, I can completely feel his coldness. Now that the situation is stronger than others, I can only drag this rotten look around. Sick body, fight Lanhe again. If you knew these things, how sad you would be..."
"Did Han Yin force him to be like this? I hope so..."
Song Hengjiang was chattering like all old people in their twilight years.
"Han Yin is dead now. There are not many enemies or friends left from the old days. On the way here just now, I thought about it for a while, but I couldn't think of anything. I don't know if it's because I'm too old or they're dead. It’s so clean.”
"Death, it's not a big deal. I've realized it a long time ago. I have persisted for so many years for the Qingjiang Shui Tribe. Now that Qingyue has grown up and can do many things better than me, I can rest assured. Only Qingzhi, I am too young and still very ignorant..."
"In this way, there are shortcomings in clearing the promise. He is too proud and never wants to bow his head. I'm afraid that after I leave, Gao Xian will not be able to tolerate him..."
"But what to do?"
"One day..."
"Ugh. What does that say? 'Death is the only justice,' right?"
"Wanxi, I don't know if I am more selfish or if I love you more. Over the years, maybe you have been in pain too, right?"
"When I leave, I will take you with me."
"That day will be soon... soon..."
"Remember the water apple? The day it bloomed all over the water, wandering has come to an end."
Song Hengjiang spoke slowly, saying one thing here and another here and there, speaking in fragments. Like all old people who talk to those close to them.
Always take the trouble to share trivial matters.
But Jiang Wang could no longer distinguish the information in Song Hengjiang's whispers, because there was a more realistic and terrifying thing in front of him - when Yin Guan was performing magic on the hidden clothes, it was impossible for him to invest too much. It has a lot of power, so the means deployed have a certain time limit. And from that unknown green mountain, all the way to here, the time is almost up!
The three methods Yin Guan blessed on Niyi were used once when Jiujiang Xuanjia was watching Du Yehu, and once when he killed Dong A. Now this is the last time.
The concealment effect of the Hidden Clothes is almost useless when facing the Divine Realm monks. Once the methods left by Yin Guan in hiding failed, he would be equivalent to standing naked in front of Song Hengjiang.
That's a death.
There was no room for resistance.
The time left to hide this time was extremely limited, and Song Hengjiang was still talking there.
Those slow words sounded like funeral rites...Irreversible approaching!
