Rebuild the Upgrade Path

"Sorry, I can not do it."

boom--!

Just this sentence, it seems like the sky is falling!

Visible to the naked eye, the light in Duan Qingtian's eyes quickly disappeared. It was hopelessness and despair.

With this sentence, the audience was silent, as if time had stopped, cold and icy, and the temperature in the whole room seemed to drop dozens of degrees! It is already winter, and at this moment, we feel even colder!

"Can't do it?" Duan Qingtian's body began to tremble, and the breath opportunity on his body would burst out uncontrollably!

"not good!"

Nie Ze immediately ran to Duan Qingtian's side, pulled his right hand with both hands, stretched out his fist, and held it tightly.

"It's okay, there must be other ways, don't worry, don't worry." Nie Ze grabbed Duan Qingtian's hand with one hand, and started stroking his back with the other hand, hoping to calm his breath.

If Duan Qingtian breaks out here, I am afraid that countless houses will be turned into ruins in an instant. Such a disaster may be far beyond our imagination!

I was also worried, walked to Murong Shen's side, hesitated for a moment, and tentatively asked: "Big Brother Murong, it's really... there is really no way?"

"Yes, yes." Murong scratched his cheek deeply and said embarrassedly. "But there is a way. It doesn't mean that I can do it. To resurrect a person, I first need the person's soul. Otherwise, even if he can move, he will be a walking dead, not that person, not a living person."

"And wanting to bring the soul back is easier said than done! Not to mention whether this soul has been reincarnated, reborn, and completely lost the opportunity to resurrect a person. Even if the soul is still in the underworld, how easy is it to bring him back?! "

Hearing this, Duan Qingtian's eyes lit up: "No need to worry about this! His soul is still there!"

"What?!" Murong was taken aback and looked at him blankly, not knowing what it meant.

"This coffin!" Duan Qingtian patted the coffin with his left hand. "This is what Old Monster Du did. It can save the soul, so until now, his soul is still there!"

"what?!"

Murong Shen said the same thing as if copying and pasting, the decibel was higher this time, and he looked at Xue Biao in the coffin in shock.

Sure enough, apart from being unable to move, having no heartbeat or breathing, there was nothing different from a living person.

"Good stuff." Murong smiled deeply. "This is easy. If I was the one who cast the spell, it would be possible, but we must find one more thing."

"what?!"

"A genius treasure!" Murong Shen said. "It can never be so easy to resurrect a person. You must have a treasure that can resurrect him!"

"You mean... Shen Yingzhu?" Duan Qingtian frowned.

It’s not that we never got the **** Yingzhu. Last time I made a big fuss in Northern Europe, and finally stole one, but Duan Qingtian fought against the captain of the demon sect at that time and almost lost his life. This **** Yingzhu was used for him. Body.

Although the success gave him a new life, he also lost the ability to shoot. Once he shoots, the damage caused will be beyond imagination.

Murong Shen shook his head: "To be precise, it is not only Shen Yingzhu. According to the legend, there are many such things. In general, Shen Yingzhu is not considered top-grade, and from the way you are now, it The side effects are also great."

"This..." Duan Qingtian was speechless for a while, stunned not knowing what to say.

I smiled and said, "Yes, unless the world has regained aura, don't use it, Brother Murong, what else can be resurrected?"

"Yeah..." Murong groaned deeply, and said, "There are still many such things in the legend. For example, the fairy peach planted in the Tianting Peach Garden, which blooms once in nine thousand years and bears once in nine thousand years!"

"Come on, you go play!"

I pushed him directly and said angrily.

"You are nonsense! I know too! Can you get it?" I said.

"This..." Murong licked his lips deeply, and laughed at what he said.

Yes, things from the heavens, fairy peaches from Pantaoyuan, can you get them casually? ! Do you think your grandson? !

"And..." Murong thought for a while, and then said: "The elixir! The Nine-turned Resurrection Pill!"

"..."

I didn't even say anything this time, just looking at him like that.

Nine Ranks Resurrection Pill, as far as I know, there are only two people who have this stuff, one is the Taishang Laojun, one of the Sanqing, the 33rd Liheng Tiandou Rate Palace Lord! One is Emperor Donghua, the lord of Penglai Xiandao!

How is this different from taking Xiantao? Can't hold it!

"Hmm..." Murong Shen knew that what he said was not reliable, and he groaned in embarrassment before saying: "Also, the underworld mansion, the nine-hearted black fire lotus."

"Next."

"The ancestor of the earth immortal——the ginseng fruit of Zhenyuan Daxian!"

"Can you find him?!"

"No." Murong Shen took it for granted.

"..."

The fruit of ginseng fruit every three thousand years is shorter than that of Xiantao, but the problem is that he only has thirty. Isn't it more valuable than Xiantao? !

"None of this..." Murong Shen became more and more embarrassed, blinking and licking his lips frequently, intending to ease the atmosphere.

I pinched my waist and looked at him: "You know that too."

"Then..." Murong scratched his head deeply, and said helplessly: "What I know is nothing more than this, um...there is the last one, but it is also very rare. If these things are useless, then , You can only find that **** Yingzhu."

Listening to Murong Shen's words, everyone was a little frustrated.

There is a way of resurrection, but it can't be done. It turns out to be like this, and it's the same for many things in the world. If you go to Wudaokou University, you will get high scores. Everyone knows this. Who can do it?

Even going to school is so difficult, not to mention, resurrecting a dead person is going against the sky!

"There is no way, this kind of thing..." I sighed. "But it's all here anyway. What is the last one? Let's talk about it together."

"Yeah..." Murong hesitated for a moment: "The ones I said before, anyhow there are, but I can't get it. The last one, not to mention the only one in the world, is a matter of getting it, just have it. No, it's all a problem!"

"Then what is it?" I asked.

Murong Shen looked at me, then turned to Duan Qingtian, and finally spoke, telling him his true colors!

"In the legend, after Kunpeng is annihilated, he will randomly assign his power to a dragon princess from all over the world, and this last thing is the supreme result of the first tear of the princess Kunpeng mixed with the first drop of blood. Holy artifact-Kunpeng pearl!"

...

After the war ended, the place was calm, and a storm ended, everyone was relieved. Of course, many people were aware of the crisis and were always on guard for the next storm.

However, the fact that a fact is a fact cannot be changed.

Dongdao lost the Sun Cult and the backbone of the martial arts alliance, and fell silent. The Fire Phoenix Shrine retreated, leaving a wave of power on the East Island, still looking for opportunities. The people of Shineisha are stationed on the outskirts. Nanyang Association, nothing happened...

Only the Okin of the Ice Demon Sect heard that we had a fairy queen here, and Wu Chi's enthusiasm came up again. He had to fight with Murong Shen, but Duan Qingtian used very official words. Rejected.

The periphery is peaceful, the world is fortunate. However, everything in the world is like this, up and down, and fluctuating...

"Come! Coming soon!"

In a small village, all the villagers, men and women, old and young, were kneeling on the futon, staggered horizontally and vertically, neatly kneeling on the large flat ground in front of the village, the wind drove the yellow sand and slapped their clothes.

Before this group of people, there was a high platform built of wood, and a huge copper brazier was burning with raging flames. On the brazier, not only ox blood, pig blood, or anything else, it was splashed everywhere, and there were various colors on the bottom. Ropes made up of rags were entwined.

Each village often has their unique customs, unique ways of worship, and unique guardian deities. Not to mention, this place!

Sandstone Fort is located at the junction of Ganzhou, Xiangzhou, and Ezhou. The three parties gather and the various cultures gather, and it is not surprising that anything has emerged.

Under the brazier, a dark-skinned old man wearing a gray robe and a grass garland was raising his hands in prayer, as if he was feeling a certain god.

"Has the earth fairy appeared? It's coming soon, and that day is coming! The day you reappear is coming soon!"

The old man yelled, underneath, everyone was serious and pious.

Whether it's a man or a woman, old or young, it's the same.

The old man is not tired, the children play unintentionally, they are all so focused and so serious.

And at this moment, everyone was shocked, their bodies roused in a cold war, especially the gray-clothed old man on the top, his whole body shook and almost fell off the high platform.

"this is……"

The grey-clothed old man looked up at the sky. There was nothing in the sky, not even a bird or a bug.

But he showed a trace of horror in his eyes.

But in the next moment, he recovered his calmness, and a smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth: "So, did you finally find it? Huh! A group of rats in a dark corner, just like this, is it worth your attention? ?"

As he said, the old man turned his head and faced all the villagers below, shouting: "Look! They are scared! They are scared! What demon king? What elder?! It's all a group of big talkers! What **** king? What sanctuary?! It's all illusory! And what savior, shit!"

The gray-clothed old man cursed, his blood boiled, and the villagers below were all excited by his infection, the blue veins on his forehead jumped wildly, and the hands on his legs clenched their fists!

The gray-clothed old man jumped off the platform suddenly, with a mad look: "I want to save the world! If you want to restore the world, you must rely on our emperor!"

Having said this, the old man suddenly jumped at the corner of his eyes, as if he had sensed something, his eyes widened, his gaze passed through everyone, and fell on a person outside the crowd.

"Ok?!"

All the villagers turned their heads together, glaring at this uninvited guest!

"You are here, the surname is Lu..." The old man in grey clothes looked at him and said gloomily.

"Don't be so arrogant, I'm not here to find fault." The man surnamed Lu waved his hand at the villagers who were glaring at him, and walked forward with a smile. "It's just... just with your current movement, I'm afraid that even ordinary people can be recruited, let alone them."

"Humph!" The old man in gray snorted when he heard this. "What about them? Our emperor..."

"Don't mention him!" The man interrupted the old man directly, and sighed: "I have told you more than once, don't come back to you, it won't work. If it is really possible, why would At this point today? The world's cause and effect have long been set, and if you want to save the world, you must wait for him..."

As he spoke, he raised his head slightly, looked far away, and looked at the sky.

"He?" The gray-clothed old man frowned slightly: "Can we only rely on him? That kind of kid?"

"Yeah." Old Lu nodded. "You can try to get to know him, he is coming soon..."