Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

So Shen Long chose to die in the war, which is also the realization of her idea. At that time, she only wanted to fight with powerful people, not afraid of death, and even thought that if she could die in the war, it would be the best outcome.

In the end, it did.

Shen Long was lying on the bare Island, and her blood was running away from her body. She watched the dragon blood trees grow out one by one. She felt that her eyelids were heavy and tired, and she wanted to sleep.

Shen Long didn't resist the sleepiness. She closed her eyes and thought, "Shen Jing, you will forget me. Then I will forget you too. That's fair."

A large area of dragon blood tree grows on the desert island, which hides the black dragon sleeping here. The dragon blood tree growing in the place where the black dragon's head is placed is particularly tall.

Shen Jing was carried away by Cheng Xiu and left haizhonghai. When he stood outside haizhonghai, he was in a trance. He thought about leaving countless times. When it really happened, he didn't feel real.

What's more untrue is that Shen Long is not around him.

"What Shen Long asked me to give you." On the crane's back, Rong Shen hands the brocade box to Shen Jing.

Shen Jing reaches for it and has a guess in his heart before he opens it. The guess makes him afraid, and it makes him afraid too. So he takes a deep breath, and then shakes his hands to open the box slowly.

When he saw the pair of black dragon horns carefully placed in the brocade box, his brain was buzzing, his heart stopped beating, and the pain spread all over his body, which made him a little out of breath.

"She's still thinking about you till she dies." Rong Shen said softly.

But Shen Jing didn't say a word. He covered the box and held the box so tightly that he fell down from the crane's back.

Fortunately, before the crane had time to fly away, the bottom was the sea in the sea. He fell into the sea in the sea and was surrounded by the salty water. But he didn't care about anything. Even if his chest was stuffy and his eardrum was painful, he just dived toward the bottom.

The beads that had made him breathe freely in the sea had long been unknown. Shen Jing could not hold his breath. When he nearly choked on the water, the brocade box in his arms suddenly burst out a ray of light.

The light enveloped him and sent him to the sea.

No, he's going to the boundless sea!

Shen Jing struggled, desperately to the bottom downstream, finally, the light no longer takes him up, but with his meaning to dive down.

Finally, when Shen Jing came out of the sea again, he returned to the boundless sea.

But in the boundless sea, there used to be at least one or two dragons lying on the ground near the sea in the middle of the sea. Today, none of them is seen.

In the distance, the dragon people's mournful cries rang out one after another.

Shen Jing holds the box and staggers to the other side. But the island where Shen Long died is far away from here. He can't fly or swim.

Again, the sense of powerlessness came to him.

Holding the box containing Shenlong dragon horn, he knelt on the beach and looked at the direction of the sound. His eyes were full of red blood. After a long time, his throat finally made a sad sound.

"Ah long I was wrong

Thinking about the freedom that he has been clinging to for so long, Shen Long really gave it to him now, but he didn't feel the slightest joy. The whole person was in pain as if he was going to die.

Finally, a dragon found him and took him to the island where there were many dragon blood trees. He held the box and walked to the largest dragon blood tree with a staggering step. He looked up slightly, as if he had looked at the big head of black dragon a long time ago.