"Hmph, I have been waiting for you for how many years. I have finally waited for you. Yan'er is right in front of me. You want me to step back?"
The white-haired soul looked impatient. Without even looking at Jiang Ning, he raised his hand and waved it towards Jiang Ning, while continuing to approach Murong Ning'er.
Jiang Ning felt an invisible force rushing out from underground.
That layer of sealing restrictions couldn't stop this holy power.
Thanks to the fact that he always had the golden longevity lock to protect his body, and even used several life-saving magic weapons at this time, he could barely withstand this invisible holy power, but his throat felt sweet, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
This is just a casual blow from the saint's soul, not even a "blow"!
"Old ghost!"
Jiang Ning's eyes were sharp. Regardless of the injuries inside his body, he immediately put his fingers together. God's will borrowed his sword and directly slashed out the second sword, striking the seal with a roar.
However, the seal does not move at all!
At the bottom of the well below, the white-haired soul had already climbed up to Murong Ning'er.
Murong Ning'er had no way to retreat, the wall of the well was already behind her!
"You, don't come over!"
Murong Ning'er tried to resist this white-haired soul, but in the sealing well, none of her treasures could be taken out, and even the spiritual source in her body could not function. She was like a mortal, a piece of fish under the sword!
"Yan'er, Yan'er, don't be afraid. I'm Senior Brother. Have you forgotten Senior Brother? That's right. It's been so many years. I'm afraid hundreds of years have passed. It's okay if you don't recognize Senior Brother for a moment.
Excusable!"
The white-haired soul tried his best to push away the white hair and long beard covering his face.
His face is not old. When the white hair and beard are lifted, a very handsome face is revealed.
No matter how handsome you are, I don’t know you!
"I'm not Yan'er. You got the wrong person. I don't know who Yan'er is. Go away!"
"Nonsense! You are Yan'er. They promised me that as long as I wait here, they will send you back to me!"
"I've been thinking about it day and night. Do you know that God's Realm is gone? It's so terrible. That sword that fell from nowhere just passed through the God's Realm... God's Realm was destroyed.
The realm of God is dead!”
The white-haired soul suddenly sat on the ground, patting the ground between his legs like a three-year-old child.
"The Divine Realm is dead, the Divine Realm is dead, they are all dead, they are all dead!"
"They said, they said you are not dead, let me wait here, they will send you back to me!"
"I waited and waited, and you finally came. How can you say that you are not Yan'er?"
The white-haired soul raised his head and stared at Murong Ning'er, seemingly convinced that she was the junior sister Yan'er he mentioned.
"I, I really am not!"
"My name is Murong Ning'er..."
"Ning'er? Impossible! You are Yan'er! Your name is Tang Yan'er, you are my junior sister, how can I admit my mistake?"
"You have forgotten that when you became a disciple, I said bad things about you to Master, and I don't like you as a junior sister at all!"
"But Master handed you over to me and asked me to teach you the Kung Fu... Once you teach it, it will last a hundred thousand years!"
"Do you know how painful it was for me when you died under that sword?"
"I regret it so much. I know you have been waiting for me for a hundred thousand years, and I have turned my heart to you, but I feel guilty... To you, I am more like your master. How can I open my mouth... But this
Hesitation is the separation between heaven and man forever. I...how could I admit that you were wrong?"
"You said it yourself...your junior sister is dead, died by that sword!"
Murong Ning'er gritted her teeth and loudly refuted the white-haired soul in front of her.
The white-haired man was stunned at these words.
I was stunned for a long time.
"Yes, yes... Yan'er is dead. She died under that sword."
The white-haired soul fell to the ground with a thud, staring blankly at the nothingness in front of it. It was obviously a soul, but there were tears falling from its eyes.
"Dead, all dead... The Divine Realm is gone, the Ten Thousand Dao Palace is gone, I am the only one left in the world, alone..."
The white-haired soul slowly stood up from the ground, its cloudy eyes seemed to have regained some clarity, and the chaotic holy will in his body gradually returned to order. The holy light in the whole person was restrained, and it seemed that the madness had been removed.
But this kind of rationality did not last long.
After a moment, he said coldly: "Impossible!"
"The Divine Realm has not perished! The Ten Thousand Dao Palace has not perished! I am still alive. Since I am alive, how can Yan'er fall?"
"They said that as long as I wait here, they will send you back to me!"
"I have accomplished everything I promised. You must be the reincarnation of Yan'er, you must be!"
The white-haired soul turned back to look at Murong Ning'er.
But as I turned around, I saw Murong Ning'er's face clearly.
This soul was stunned again.
Above the wellhead, Jiang Ning frowned.
He felt that he might have figured out why this saint went crazy.
It turned out that he was trapped by love? He couldn't accept that his sect, his lover, and the entire divine realm were all destroyed in an instant?
Also, those people who sealed him here in ancient times were so immoral that they actually lied to him and would send his lover back to him?
"She is really not your Yan'er!"
After thinking about it, Jiang Ning spoke to the white-haired soul under the well.
He practiced the Dark Sect and had already seen through Murong Ning'er's previous life.
This woman has been a human being for hundreds of lives. No matter how many times she has been reincarnated, she has never been contaminated by the holy will.
What's more, the saint has already escaped from reincarnation and cannot be reincarnated!
"She is not Yan'er, and you, you are already dead!"
Jiang Ning sighed and looked helplessly at the white-haired soul.
He simply manifested himself in the robe of the Great Ancestor of the Ming Sect and used the burning sound of the Ming Sect to reiterate the rule that saints have no reincarnation.
Below, the white-haired soul always stood there, with a pair of old eyes that were sometimes cloudy and unclear, and sometimes sad and clear.
He seemed to be at war between heaven and man. On the one hand, he did not want to believe that all the lovers in the sect had fallen, that the divine realm had ceased to exist, and that he was the only one left in the world. On the other hand, he had to accept the reality. He knew better than anyone else that his Yan'er would not be able to return.
Come, he is sealed and suppressed here, it is just his wishful thinking!
"No! Yan'er, Yan'er is not dead!"
"I'm not dead either!"
"She is not my Yan'er..."
The white-haired soul sighed, and suddenly reached out toward Murong Ning'er. The invisible holy power tore Murong Ning'er directly away, and pressed a palm on Murong Ning'er's head.
Jiang Ning is very familiar with this scene, he himself killed those ghosts like this!
"etc!"
"I brought her in!"
"If you want to punish those who trespass, you should punish me too!"
"Even if she is not your Yan'er, do you have the heart to kill her?"
Jiang Ning hurriedly shouted towards the white-haired soul.
The white-haired soul below who was about to kill Murong Ning'er hesitated for a moment after hearing this.
But he just hesitated for a moment, and the next moment, there was a pop.
Dripping with blood.
Jiang Ning was so frightened that his whole body went limp.
But fortunately, it was not Murong Ning'er who burst out with blood.
But at the moment when the white-haired soul is about to kill.
Among the nine chains in the well, the one that locked his right arm suddenly tightened.