Under the deep night, the cold waves were rolling against a long-rotted wooden board on the sea.
The faint roar of sea beasts could be heard all around.
Even at night, under the starlight, you can still faintly see the silhouette of a huge sea beast emerging from the deep sea under the wooden board.
A small silver fish, more than ten centimeters long, swung its tail in front of the board. A silk thread wrapped around the fish's tail led the board forward in the waves.
The aura emitted by the silver fish made the dormant sea beasts in the deep sea faintly fearful.
However, this little silver fish has cracks on its body like porcelain, as if it might break at any time.
Although the small silver fish can emit a terrifying breath, its vitality is obviously extremely weak.
An old man on the wooden board with half of his body disappeared looked at the short-haired woman with a pale face and cold sweat on her forehead and sighed.
There is worry, sadness, and a hint of subtle despair in the sighs of this life.
The short-haired woman hugged her head with her hands and huddled there, her body shaking like a spasm.
It took the short-haired woman a long time to recover.
The woman with short hair who recovered was like a fallen leaf in the cold wind, extremely thin.
The old man used only half of his body to pick up a dead fish on the board, handed it to the short-haired woman and said.
"Yiren, your holy source object was injured and entered a dying state. You will continue to bear the pain of this soul injury until Jueling Poppy's damaged origin is restored."
The short-haired woman clenched her hands tightly when she heard this.
The short-haired woman has long been aware of this kind of injury, and used the marrow contract to fuse the holy source object into her soul.
It is equivalent to the object of the holy source itself being part of one's soul.
The Jueling Poppy, the sacred source of the contract, now only has half of the rhizome and a handful of roots left. How easy is it to restore it?
The short-haired woman said in a deep voice.
"It's a pity that all my spiritual objects are linked to the function of the holy source object, the Jueling Poppy. Now the origin of the Jue Charming Poppy is damaged and is in a dying state, and all my other spiritual objects have also fallen into a deep sleep."
Speaking of this, the short-haired woman suddenly gritted her teeth.
"It's just that I didn't expect that Zhan Qiye was not a human being, otherwise..."
Before she finished speaking, the short-haired woman covered her head again and started shaking violently.
Obviously he is suffering from the pain caused by the injury to his soul again.
The old man looked at the short-haired woman who still had only hatred in her eyes despite the trauma to her soul.
He forced himself up and hit the short-haired woman on the head with his other hand, and shouted loudly.
"Yiren, you are the Dark Envoy jointly selected by the seven dark countries, and you are the only remaining dark envoy from the seven dark countries."
"What the Lord of Darkness can do is not only revenge, but the most basic thing is to stay alive!"
The short-haired woman who received the slap a while later did not raise her head even though her body had stopped shaking.
Hot tears flowed from the eyes of the short-haired woman, and the tears dripped on the aura costume between her legs that had been soaked in sea water.
The salty tears in the night melted into the saltier sea water in an instant.
The Sui people felt extremely guilty at this time, if it weren't for their ability to rely on the holy source object they contracted to Jue Lian Poppy.
As an envoy of darkness, he ordered Mr. He to go with him to sneak attack on the seventh page of the war. Mr. He would not have suffered such a miserable end.
Mr. He is an emperor-level powerful man who possesses the world's first spiritual creature.
Even if half of He Lao's body is destroyed, he can recover completely as long as he can get treatment.
But Mr. He's creation species, the Styx Jellyfish, had been killed by the Seven Pages of War.
When He Lao's holy origin object, the flying arrow shark, also forcibly penetrated the space enveloped by the glorious chariot, the holy origin object in the seventh page of the war, his body was injured by the glorious chariot and was broken.
Along the way, Mr. He sacrificed his own soul to burn his own soul and let the Sky Shark lead the two of them forward in the deep sea full of powerful sea beasts.
Su Yi knew in his heart that the old man beside him who had been accompanying him was burning his life to accompany him on the last journey.
This destined separation hurts like a dull knife cutting flesh.
Mr. He felt a little regretful after beating Su Yi.
However, Mr. He still needs to say what he thinks should be said.
After sighing, Mr. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.
"Yiren, look up at me."
Su Yi slowly raised his head and saw Mr. He's miserable appearance.
Sui's lips immediately bit together tightly, and blood flowed from his lips and dripped onto the wooden board through Sui's delicate chin.
Mr. He was about to speak, but at this moment the waves suddenly became louder.
The shuttlecock who was pulling the plank in front and leading the way immediately slowed down. He was obviously in the sea, but he was as difficult to move as if he were in a quagmire.
"Damn it, the dying Sky Shark was finally targeted by a wild creation species in the deep sea."
As he spoke, a huge amount of spiritual energy spurted out from Mr. He's body, and the power of the emperor-level power brought the rough sea to a halt at this moment.
It was as if all the creatures within the four seas had fled to the thousand-meter deep sea.
The moment the might of the Emperor He Lao Emperor burst out, the body of the Shuangkong Jianshao in front of him, whose body had been shattered, immediately flashed with a kind of silver space energy.
The space energy on Shuokong Jiansha's body directly formed dense space patterns on his body.
These spatial patterns travel on the body of the shuttlecock and then are transmitted into the sea, forming a series of materialized spatial conveyor belts.
The Sui people watched all this with helpless eyes, tears dripping down their cheeks and mixing with blood on their chin.
The scene in front of them was when the Federation of Darkness was attacked by a squad of chanters led by thirty-two leaders sitting down on the seventh page of the war. The Sui people could no longer remember seeing a scene that seemed familiar to them.
Mr. He gave instructions to the Sui people with an extremely serious face.
"This is the closest to the Shenmu Federation on the Horrified Continent. The distance from the Shenmu Federation to here is enough for Shuangkong Jianshao to launch a bond transmission."
"I'll teleport you there."
"Master Darkness, you must live."
"Yiren, you must live."
The old man didn't say much more.
However, the same instruction under the two titles was what Mr. He wanted to say the most.
Living is the basis of everything.
Whether it is the Sui people who are the messengers of darkness, or the younger generations who have grown up under their own watch.
These are Mr. He's last wishes.
The tears flowing from the Sui people's eyes were connected with silk threads.
Before the Sui people could react, the Milky Way formed by the space connection had completely enveloped the Sui people.
In an instant, the Sui people and the Milky Way disappeared on the sea.
Before the silver light had completely dissipated, several scarlet tentacles were already blooming in the deep sea toward the surface.
With one roll of his tentacles, he dragged the Sokong Jianshao, whose body could only illuminate a faint light, together with Mr. He, to the undetectable deep sea.