It is impossible to resurrect an ancient dead man who is completely dead. Everyone in the world knows that it is impossible!


    Ye QingHan''s fine awn flickered and stared at the goblin coldly. Leng hum, "it''s wrong to joke about the hero''s life and death!"


    "There are many things you don''t understand. Don''t take ignorance as truth. As long as you tell me where Lord Yan''s body is, I''ll give you some benefits." the goblin''s fingertips trembled, two seeds appeared and said faintly, "This is the seed of the nine colored Brahma heart, which can let you revive two people. However, with your strength, you can revive people who died within a million years at most, and it is impossible to have intact corpses for a long time. It is unrealistic to have no corpses."


    Ye QingHan''s hair burst open, excited and trembling, but he was more nervous and afraid. There was no one in his heart who wanted to revive! But he was afraid that the goblin gave himself hope and disappointed himself. He was afraid that she was playing with herself.


    Just then, the night Star whispered, "Boss, in ancient times, there was an old rumor that every color of the nine colored Brahman''s heart represents a life. Every hundred million years, there will be one fruit, and nine fruits will appear in a period. These fruits are planted on human corpses, which can collect the soul of corpses through supreme order. For a long time, it can bring people back to life, and it can make this person real Because the body has gained all the essence of the nine colors of the fruit of the Brahman heart, it can make people fly immortals one day, and it is not impossible to achieve the fourth state of Tai Koo.


    The leaves are cold, the scalp is numb, and goose bumps explode. Jing mang stares at the two fruits and knows that there is endless energy inside, but I really can''t see that the fruit can bring people back to life.


    "But there is no way to plant this kind of thing. It is said that only his Highness Prince Yan planted and lived a nine color Buddhist heart during the Taigu period." night Chenxing whispered.


    The nine color Buddhist heart nodded and said faintly, "as the little guy said, it is impossible to plant the nine color Buddhist heart, let alone bring back the dead."


    The key is the method.


    "Your Highness Yanhuang is crying at the ghost mountain! As long as you find the elder of the reincarnation Dharma king of Yanzu, you can find your highness Yanhuang''s body." ye QingHan said in a low voice.


    "Thank you!"


    Whew! Whew!!


    With a flash of her hand, the goblin threw two fruits to ye QingHan and said faintly, "Feed the seed with your blood and mind. After three months of feeding, plant it in the mouth of the corpse of the person who wants to resurrect. Then drop a drop of blood on the seed every day. Recite the reincarnation code of the humanitarian law sincerely every morning. For thousands of years or hundreds of years, the corpse will gather and dissipate the soul through the nine colored Brahmin heart fruit, and the corpse will begin to devour the fruit, even if the spirit If the soul gathers successfully, it may not wake up in a short time, and it may take a long time to digest the energy in the fruit. "


    Ye QingHan holds two fruits and trembles at the bottom of his heart. It has not been a million years since the wooden stake and the saint of fraternity died in the death battle that year. Moreover, the time order of Sikong greedy wolf world is different from that of the immortal fairyland. The million year time order of the eternal world may be only one percent of that of the immortal fairyland!


    Ka Ka!!


    Ye QingHan clenched his iron fist for fear that the fruit would fly.


    "Thank you, master!" ye QingHan bowed.


    Whew————————————


    The goblin didn''t pay attention to ye QingHan and got the position of Yan Huang. His figure disappeared without a trace. Even ye QingHan couldn''t find her trace with Yan Zu''s eyes. This person is as strong as Taigu''s fourth state. I''m afraid it''s not much worse than Yan Huang''s peak state.


    Hiss, hiss!!


    Call————————


    Ye QingHan took a deep breath, looked at the night star and asked hoarsely, "do you think what she said is credible?"


    Night Chenxing quickly nodded and said, "if others say this, it is still a legend, but from her own mouth, I feel very reliable, but I think it is very possible to revive weak people. There is a strong existence like his highness Yanhuang. Once the soul dies, the hope of resurrection is very slim."


    Ye QingHan shivered at his fingertips and hid the two fruits of the nine colored Brahma heart in the humanitarian emperor''s tower for fear of losing the same.


    "Take me to open the ruins of Yan family treasure house." ye QingHan said in a deep voice.


    At this time, ye QingHan has decided to revive the wooden stake and the saint of fraternity first, and then the war Taoist Zun. He can''t afford to waste a thousand years! Even if he loses in the future, he doesn''t regret it, because he can''t let go of his shame for the wooden stake and the saint of fraternity.


    Whew, whew, whew————————


    WOW!!


    The two men snatched the air and walked away, and ye Zhizun was frightened at this time. He didn''t dare to leave ye QingHan again and chased after him tightly.


    After more than an hour, an ancient relic was full of broken walls and ruins. Some totem flags of Yanzu tribes were still swaying in the wind, but they were already dilapidated, and only a small part of the rotten was left.


    The ruins of the Yan tribe. In those days, countless Yan tribes multiplied rapidly. Coupled with the gifted demons, the immortal gods were jealous and wanted to be completely killed and enslaved.


    WOW!!


    The three stepped on the desolate site, and ye Zhizun was fine, but ye QingHan and yechenxing were very bad.


    I don''t know how many times yechenxing has come here. Every time he comes, he takes part of the resources and pays tribute to his ancestors. This tribe is his mother tribe. He was born in this tribe. The elders who protect him from leaving are also the elders of this tribe.


    A large grave stands, engraved with: the tomb of the martyrs of the Yan family.


    Ye Chenxing came to the front, respectfully knocked his head for nine times, and said in a deep voice, "the inheritors of our family have appeared. I pray the martyrs to protect us and restore the supreme glory of the Guangyan family!"


    WOW!


    Ye QingHan knelt down slowly and kowtowed nine heads. These Yan people are victims of war. Since he accepted the inheritance of Yan Emperor, he has the blood of Yan people. These people are his own people.


    "All martyrs, please rest in peace. One day, I will let the Yan Family stand upright in the ancient fairy world and let the immortals worship!" ye QingHan said in a deep voice.


    Woo woo!!


    WOW!!


    The desolate wind raged on the earth, and the smoke and dust rose everywhere. Only the ragged war flag fluttered in the wind. It looked particularly sad.


    Pop!


    Ye QingHan got up and patted Ye Chenxing on the shoulder. He whispered, "I''m sorry. Believe me, I''ll let the Yan Family stand up again!"


    "Yes! Boss, I believe you!" Ye Chenxing''s hatred for the archaic Protoss and archaic immortals is much stronger than ye QingHan, because he has witnessed the relocation of the Yanzu tribe, the slaughter of the Yanzu elders, the humiliation of Yanzu women and the crushing of Yanzu children. At this moment, he wants to shine on the Yanzu now, but his strength is not allowed.


    Ye Zhizun looked at the dilapidated battle flag and desolate ruins, and finally set Yu Guang in a deep mountain, where the gas gathering place is. Although the gas is dilapidated now, it is the most likely place to hide treasure.


    Sure enough, ye Chenxing rushed to the mountain with ye QingHan, surrounded by ancient killing and prohibition. The defense mark engraved the mountains and stones into Tietong. No one wants to forcibly open the treasure house here.


    This is the last trace left by the Yan tribe.


    "It''s here." yechenxing pointed to the depths of the mountains and said reluctantly, "when I set the defense mark, I was still young, I didn''t understand it at all, so now I can''t open this treasure house."


    WOW!!


    With a flash of light cold essence, ye took out the humanitarian emperor tower, and the light covered the positive mountains. As long as it is the mark of the Yan family, the humanitarian emperor tower can be opened.