The Saint King, the king of saints, even in the age of immortals and demons, is also the top cultivator, the most powerful, and a terrifying existence like the sun and moon picking stars.
And the faint voice that was talking to me turned out to be a saint king?!
A thunder broke out in Wang Hao's mind, his mind was shaken violently, and his face was dull.
He really couldn't believe that there were still living monks here, but they were actually a saint king.
"By the way... The Saint Wang Nai's ultimate cultivation and supreme power must have powerful means to resist unknown means and the strange power in the ancient mine, so he survived like this."
Wang Hao murmured in his heart.
However, the strange power here is too terrible, even the Saint King is hard to resist. Judging from Zong Jue's voice, he is too weak and seems to die at any time.
"Former...sen, how many years have you been here?" Wang Hao asked cautiously with courage.
"I...I can't remember it either. It seems to be three thousand years, or five thousand years." The weak voice sounded.
Wang Hao was shocked. He was worthy of being the saint. He had been trapped here for thousands of years and had not completely died.
Even a magnificent figure like Ling Tianshi has already turned into a pile of white bones.
However, on the other hand, it also shows the horror of the unknown ancient mine. A saint king was trapped here and could not escape after suffering for thousands of years.
"Young man, you... come here..." The old voice was very weak, as if he would die at any time.
Wang Hao pricked up his ears, carefully identified the position of the sound, came to a stone wall ten meters behind him, and said in surprise: "Senior, are you... you... suppressed in the stone wall?"
"I am a self-proclaimed as a divine crystal, hiding in the stone wall, struggling to withstand unknown things. After thousands of years, I have come here..." The Saint King responded weakly.
Wang Hao nodded slightly, staring at the stone wall in front of him, and couldn't calm down.
What kind of power is the unknown ancient mine? Why is it so terrible? It actually made a saint king proclaim himself as a divine crystal and survive for thousands of years.
"Senior, can I help you?"
Wang Hao developed a sense of compassion. He should have been the supreme saint king who was traversing the nine heavens and ten earths and looked down on ancient and modern times, but he was banned here and endured endless torture and silence.
However, after a long time, no sound could be heard from the stone wall.
"Senior, are you... okay?" Wang Hao was shocked. Could it be that the Saint King had already...
A few minutes later, just as Wang Hao was running out of patience, the extremely weak voice came from behind the stone wall again: "I... I'm already exhausted, even a simple voice transmission... I'll have to do it.
It took too much effort."
Wang Hao knew that even if he was a powerful saint king, he would be trapped for thousands of years, but he would not be able to survive. If it were other monks, he would have died long ago.
"Previous...sen, I have a question, why do you understand Chinese?"
Wang Hao found a suspicious point, and the Saint King had been communicating with him in Chinese.
Chinese has only been a history of thousands of years, and the saints have been trapped here for thousands of years, so they should not understand this language.
"Young man, I... I can see the language of your clan with just a glance. Don't be surprised, this is very...simple to me." A weak voice came from the stone wall again.
Wang Hao scratched his head awkwardly, yes, he is a saint, even if he is about to lose sight, his methods and abilities are not something he can guess.
"Senior, I can help you..."
"Your cultivation is too low, and you are not yet in the spiritual vein realm, and you can't help me, alas..."
A heavy sigh came, as if he was extremely desperate, as if he had taken away all the power of the Saint King. For a long time, he stopped saying anything and said nothing.
"Senior?" After a long time, Wang Hao spoke out.
After a few minutes, the other party seemed to have accumulated enough strength, and was very disappointed, his voice was lonely, and he seemed dead, saying, "You... are too weak..."
Wang Hao:...
He didn't know how to answer, yes, he was too weak compared to a saint king.
"I...I would like to ask you for something, and I will... hand over this thing to the saint Caiyun Fairy of the Holy Land of Penglai. This... this is my...our token of love..."
Speaking of this, something fell from the stone wall. Wang Hao picked it up. It was a hairpin. I don’t know what material it was made of. It was green all over, exuding a bright luster, and it had a soul-catching beauty.
.
"Senior, this..."
Wang Hao held the hairpin and looked confused. Where is the Holy Land of Penglai? Who is Fairy Caiyun?
"I once wanted to prove the truth, but I ignored the person around me who cared about me the most. We should have had a grand wedding, but unfortunately I was trapped here and let Yiren down..."
"Time passes by, thousands of years pass by. The biggest regret in my heart is not the failure to attain emperor, but the peerless beauty... with wrinkles on her face, gray lips, and hunched body, but she is not sure if she is not aware of her.
All regrets…”
"She must have been waiting too. Thousands of years, her youth has passed, her heart is sad, and she is silently suffering, just waiting for one result."
"Young man, take our love token, find her and tell her that my Zong Jue, the true love of Fairy Caiyun for the rest of her life."
After saying that, the Saint King seemed to have exhausted all his strength and fell into silence.
Wang Hao was holding the green hairpin and understood it roughly.
This is another sad love story. The male protagonist is trapped here, the female protagonist is waiting outside. Time has been passing through thousands of years, but the obsession is deepening day by day.
But……
Wang Hao said with a confused look on his face: "Senior, I am willing to help you do this, but who is Fairy Caiyun? Where should I find her?"
"Fairy Caiyun is the saint of the Penglai Holy Land, located in the Lingxu Small World. When you go to the Lingxu Small World, you will know the location of the Penglai Holy Land."
The Saint King said slowly.
Wang Hao scratched his head and said, "Senior, but thousands of years have passed. What if Fairy Caiyun is no longer alive..."
"well……"
A sad sigh came from behind the stone wall, followed by a long silence.
Wang Hao became a little anxious. He had only half an hour to leave here, and only more than ten minutes left. If he couldn't get out of the ancient mine, he might have to explain here.
Fortunately, the Saint King did not let him wait for a long time and said weakly: "If Fairy Caiyun is no longer alive, then leave it to her descendants..."
Descendants?
Wang Hao was speechless. This saint king may have been trapped for too long and his mind was not very smart. Since Fairy Caiyun is so infatuated with you, how could he marry again? How could he have descendants?
However, Wang Hao did not raise this question. Isn’t Fairy Caiyun a saint from the Penglai Holy Land? If you have the chance, you can just hand over the hairpin to the people from the Penglai Holy Land.
"Senior, I don't have much time anymore. If I don't leave, I'm afraid I'll be trapped here forever. I will do my best to complete the things you explained. Senior, goodbye..."
Wang Hao put away his hairpin, bowed three times to the stone wall, and then turned around immediately and prepared to leave.
"Wait...wait a moment."
The Saint King said intermittently: "Young man, I... won't let you run away in vain. This... this bone is the most precious thing on me, I'll give it to you..."
Bang!
A white bone fell out of the stone wall and fell at Wang Hao's feet.
"A bone?"
Wang Hao picked it up from the ground and took a closer look. It turned out to be a piece of white bone. This saint Wang is so honest.
But what is precious about a piece of white bone? It's everywhere here.
This... Could it be a bone that the Saint King broke off his body? Thinking of this possibility, Wang Hao shook his hand and the white bone almost flew out, looking like a rib.
He really suspected that this was the rib that the Saint King broke off from his body. After all, the Saint King was a little confused at this moment.
"Former...sen, what's the use of this bone?" Wang Hao asked tactfully.
"This... this is a treasure bone, and its purpose... I can't remember it. In short, it's very... precious." The Saint King said in an extremely weak manner.
Wang Hao was a little amused and cried. No matter how you look, he looked like a piece of rib. However, the saint Wang would not lie. It is very precious, just put it away.
So Wang Hao casually put away the bone, bowed three times to the stone wall where the Saint King was, and then turned around and left.
He rushed to the place Ning Miaomeng mentioned as fast as possible. This was indeed an exit, and the passage of light could be seen, which was also illuminated by golden light.
Wang Hao trusted Ning Miaomeng very much. After taking a look, he stepped into the golden passage without hesitation.
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