In an instant, Jiang Zhige's chaotic mind in the bloody battle calmed down. He felt that the nine-headed desert dragon in front of him slowed down and even had many flaws.

A piece of flute music, mysterious and natural sound.

The turbulent wilderness is rendered into a poetic wonderland, and the myriad noises are rendered into a gorgeous brocade painting.

With the help of this song, Jiang Zhige no longer needed to use his full strength. He could defeat the Nine-headed Desert Dragon with his sword skills alone.

Seeing that its life was in danger, it had no choice but to give up hunting the two people and disappeared into the void.

Mo Ziyan put away her flute and sighed, and Jiang Zhige also took back his magic sword.

He turned around and looked at Mo Ziyan, and said with emotion: "Miss Mo, why do you want to stop such a good song?"

Mo Ziyan really likes music. When Jiang Zhige thought she had no talent for playing the piano, she went to learn the flute.

"Nostalgia is only for reciting poems after hearing the flute, now it seems like a person who has lost himself in chess."

"Perhaps someone like me is not qualified to play the flute."

Mo Ziyan looked melancholy. It was funny that she felt she hated Jiang Zhige back then, but she still couldn't help but learn to play the flute.

Although he said that he liked music, in fact, he had always been looking forward to playing a song for Jiang Zhige.

Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, she no longer has the chance to show Jiang Zhige the flute music she has practiced so hard.

Jiang Zhige shook his head slightly and praised sincerely: "Young lady, if we only talk about the sound of the flute, no one in the heavenly realm can surpass you. How can you say you are qualified?"

In terms of music, Mo Ziyan is now qualified to stand on equal footing with Ning Qiu Shui.

Mo Ziyan forced a smile. She didn't want to dwell on the subject of music, so she asked, "Senior, if we don't talk about music, why did you save Ziyan three times?"

Jiang Zhige's eyes were calm as he asked, "Since you wanted to die, why did you help me fight off the Nine-Headed Desert Dragon?"

"My master once said that if a person has a grudge, he must avenge it, so as not to let it accumulate in his heart and cause a demon in his heart. The same goes for favors. Senior saved my life, Zi Yan cannot just stand by and watch."

"No, you helped me to defeat the nine-headed desert dragon, which proves that you are not seeking death and still have attachment to this world."

Jiang Zhige looked straight at Mo Ziyan, as if he could see through what she was thinking.

"No, Zi Yan is real."

"Let me ask you, if your master were still alive, would you still continue to seek death?"

Before Mo Ziyan could finish speaking, Jiang Zhige interrupted her.

Mo Ziyan was stunned when she heard this. Jiang Zhige's face appeared in her mind and her beautiful eyes couldn't help but misty.

"But, but, he is no longer here."

Mo Ziyan's voice trembled, and she tried hard not to cry out.

"Girl, death is only the beginning of life, and being forgotten is the real death."

"You care about him, so why don't you live well with the feelings you have for him and he has for you?"

"Only when you are alive will there be hope. If you foolishly die for this, it will be the end of you and him."

Jiang Zhige's voice was sincere and his eyes were full of sincerity.

The previous scolding failed to make Mo Ziyan wake up, so he could only try to persuade her.

Hearing this, Mo Ziyan suddenly laughed, but tears were still in her eyes, and they were even more turbulent.

Jiang Zhige's words were nothing more than a way for her to deceive herself, telling herself that Jiang Zhige was still alive, and then live with that glimmer of unrealistic hope.

After a long time, Mo Ziyan wiped away her tears and said with a choked smile: "Senior, you are indeed very special."

Although nothing could shake her, Jiang Zhige's words always touched her heart.

Giving such kind words when you are breaking down, even if it doesn't have any effect, can at least give people some comfort.

Jiang Zhige frowned slightly. To this point, it would only alleviate Mo Ziyan's pain a little. He really didn't know what other way he could keep Mo Ziyan alive.

Just when Jiang Zhige was in distress, Mo Ziyan suddenly said, "Senior, I will leave with you. Perhaps you are right. I should not live my life for myself anymore."

Jiang Zhige suddenly felt puzzled. He could see that Mo Ziyan had not given up on seeking death, nor had she suddenly realized that she wanted to defend the heaven against the three Demon Emperors a hundred years later.

Could it be that she was pretending to be indifferent, coaxing Jiang Zhige to leave, and then seeking death alone?

Jiang Zhige was so confused that he simply didn't think too much about it. When he was really helpless, he simply knocked Mo Ziyan unconscious and sent her out of the Great Wilderness, and then quietly informed Nangong Rou and Su Qingqiu about this matter.

After this, the two began to return the same way.

During the journey, Mo Ziyan looked calm, and did not say anything more, nor did he claim to be grateful for saving his life.

Jiang Zhige felt much more relieved about this. No matter what, he had to get Mo Ziyan out of the dangerous and desolate place first.

A few days later, the two saw the exit of the Great Wasteland.

It was a space passage covered with mixed yellow sand, filled with the aura of chaos and nothingness. Without the cultivation to the holy realm, one could not even step into it.

Having come this far, Jiang Zhige finally relaxed his guard. As long as they left the Great Wilderness, everything would be fine.

I had originally thought of knocking Mo Ziyan out and forcibly taking her out of the Great Wilderness, but I didn't expect that she would actually follow me back to the exit obediently.

Looking at the space passage, Mo Ziyan's expression was as calm as ever, and he suddenly asked: "Senior, how much do you know about the Great Wasteland?"

“Very little is known.”

Jiang Zhige was confused. Mo Ziyan hadn't said anything all the way. Why did he suddenly ask this? Compared with opportunities, the dangers of the Great Wasteland were greater. Normally, no one would set foot there, and Jiang Zhige was no exception. Naturally, he didn't know much about this place.

"The Great Wasteland is a secret place that is a world of its own. It is full of dangers and few people have ever set foot here. Therefore, basically no one knows about it. The space passage here can only pass one person at a time. It will take half a month to open it next time."

“Even with the influence of a semi-emperor, it will take at least seven days to reopen.”

As soon as these words were spoken, Jiang Zhige's face changed slightly, and he instantly realized what Mo Ziyan was thinking.

"Silly girl, you"

Before Jiang Zhige could finish his words, he was pushed into the space channel by a long-planned force.

Jiang Zhige tried to break free, but found that this power was comparable to that of the late stage of the Rotation Realm. With his current strength, it was impossible for him to break free in a short time.

Looking back, Mo Ziyan had a faint smile on her face and bowed to him.

"Senior, although I don't know your identity, I really appreciate your kindness."

"I will repay you for saving my life in the next life."

After he finished speaking, there was no trace of Mo Ziyan in Jiang Zhige's eyes.

Watching the gradually closing space passage, Mo Ziyan's expression turned gloomy again, and he resolutely turned around and walked into the wilderness.

For Mo Ziyan, who truly wanted to die, Jiang Zhige's kindness and persuasion would not reduce her determination to die in the slightest, nor was it a glimmer of light in the darkness.