Chapter 564 Must Live

Chapter 564 Must Live

Under the deep night, the icy waves were hitting a piece of wood that had decayed long ago on the sea.

The neighing of sea beasts could be heard faintly from all around.

Even at night, through the starlight, you can still faintly see the silhouette of a huge sea beast emerging from the deep sea under the board.

A small silver fish with a length of more than ten centimeters swings its tail in front of the wooden board, and a silk thread wrapped around the fish's tail leads the board forward in the waves.

The aura released by the little silver fish made the dormant sea beasts in the deep sea faintly afraid.

However, this small silver fish has cracks like porcelain, as if it might break at any time.

Although the little silver fish can emit a terrifying breath, its vitality is obviously already extremely weak.

An old man whose half body had disappeared on the wooden board sighed as he looked at the pale-faced short-haired woman beside him with cold sweat on his forehead.

In this life, there are worries, sorrows, and a trace of indistinct despair in the sighs of this life.

The short-haired woman curled up there with her head in her hands, her body trembling like a spasm.

It took a long time for the short-haired woman to recover.

The recovered short-haired woman is like a fallen leaf in the cold wind, extremely thin.

With only half of his body remaining, the old man picked up a completely dead sea fish on the wooden board, handed it to the short-haired woman and said.

"Yiren, your holy source was injured and entered a state of near-death. You will suffer from the pain of this kind of soul injury until the damaged source of the unrequited poppy recovers."

The short-haired woman clasped her hands tightly upon hearing this.

The short-haired woman has long been aware of this kind of injury, and uses the marrow contract to contract the holy source to integrate the holy source into her soul.

It is equal to the thing of the holy source itself is a part of one's own soul.

The Jue Lian Poppy, the sacred source thing I contracted, now only has half a rhizome and a handful of root hairs left. It's not easy to restore it?

The short-haired woman said in a low voice.

"It's a pity that all my spirits are linked to the function of the holy source of Juelian Poppy. Now the source of Juemei Poppy is damaged and is in a state of dying, and all my other spirits have fallen into a deep sleep because of this."

Speaking of the short-haired woman, she suddenly gritted her teeth.

"It's just that I didn't expect that the seventh page of war is not a human being, otherwise..."

Before she finished speaking, the short-haired woman covered her head again, trembling violently.

Obviously, he is suffering from the pain of his soul injury again.

The old man looked at the short-haired woman with only hatred in her eyes under the wounded soul.

Then he forced himself up and hit the short-haired woman on the head with the hand that was still on the other half, shouting loudly.

"Yi Ren, you are the dark envoy jointly elected by the seven dark nations, and the only remaining dark envoy of the seven dark nations."

"Gloom enables adults to do more than revenge, the most basic thing is to live!"

After a while, the short-haired woman who received the slap did not raise her head even though her body had stopped trembling.

Hot tears flowed from the eyes of the short-haired woman, and the tears dripped on the aura costume that had been soaked in seawater between her legs.

The salty tears under the night melted into the saltier sea water in a blink of an eye.

At this time, the Suyi people blamed themselves extremely, if it wasn't for their ability to never fall in love with poppy with the things of the holy source that they contracted.

As an envoy of darkness, he ordered He Lao and himself to attack the Seventh Page of War, and He Lao would not end up in such a miserable end.

He Lao is an emperor-level powerhouse who possesses a kind of creation spirit.

Even if half of He Lao's body is destroyed, as long as he can get medical treatment, he can fully recover.

But He Lao's creation creature, the Styx jellyfish, had already been killed by the war seven pages.

He Lao's Shukong Jiansha, the object of holy origin, was also forcibly penetrating the space covered by the brilliant chariot, the object of holy origin on the seventh page of the war. He was injured by the brilliant chariot and his body was broken.

Along the way, at the cost of burning his own soul, He Lao let Shuokong Jiansha lead the two of them forward in the deep sea full of powerful sea beasts.

Suyen knew in his heart that the old man beside him who had been with him was burning his life to accompany him on the last journey.

This doomed parting hurts like a blunt knife cutting flesh.

He Lao felt a little regretful after beating Su Yiren.

But Mr. He still has to say what he thinks should be said.

After sighing, Mr. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"Yi Ren, look up at me."

Su Yiren slowly raised his head and saw He Lao's miserable appearance.

The Suy's lips were bitten together tightly immediately, and the blood flowed from the lips, passed through the Suy's delicate chin, and dripped onto the wooden board.

He Lao was about to speak, but at this moment, the waves suddenly became bigger.

The Sukong Swordfish, who was leading the way by pulling the wooden board in front, immediately slowed down. It was clearly in the sea, but it was as difficult to move as if it was in a quagmire.

"Damn it, the dying Shukong Jiansha was finally targeted by the wild Creator species in the deep sea."

While speaking, a huge aura spewed out from He Lao's body, and the power of the emperor-level powerhouse stopped the rough sea at this moment.

It seems that all the creatures in the four seas have fled to the thousand-meter deep sea.

The moment the power of He Laodi-level powerhouse erupted, a kind of silver space energy flickered all over the body of Shukong Jiansha in front of him whose body had been shattered.

The space energy on Shukong Jiansha's body directly formed dense space patterns on its body.

These spatial lines traveled on the body of Shukong Jiansha and then transmitted into the sea, forming a series of materialized spatial conveyor belts.

The Suyi watched all this helplessly, tears dripped down his cheeks and mixed with blood on his chin.

The scene in front of them was attacked by the groaning squad led by thirty-two leaders on the seventh page of the war. The Suyi people no longer remember seeing so many familiar scenes.

He Lao asked Su Yiren with an unusually serious face.

"This is the closest to the Shenmu Federation on the Hanwen Continent. The distance from the Shenmu Federation to here is enough for Shukong Jiansha to launch a bond teleportation."

"I'll teleport you there."

"My lord, you must be alive."

"Yi Ren, you must live."

The old man didn't say any more.

However, the same exhortation under the two salutations is what He Lao wants to say most in his heart.

Living is the basis of everything.

Whether it is the Suy people as the dark envoy, or the younger generation who watched them grow up.

This is He Lao's last wish.

The teardrops flowing from the Sui people's eyes were connected with silk threads.

Before the Suys reacted, the galaxy formed by the space bond had already completely enveloped the Suyes.

In an instant, the Sui disappeared on the sea together with the Milky Way.

Before the silver light completely dissipated, several scarlet tentacles bloomed towards the surface of the deep sea.

With a roll of the tentacles, it dragged Shukong Jiansha, who could only glow faintly, together with He Lao, to the undetectable deep sea.

First update.