You can't bet all your bets on this little unknown part. There are many, many unknown links in the future, where does the meteorite fly to? Can it fly to a suitable destination? Can the little prince be successfully implanted within the effective period? Will there be rejection after implantation?

Even if all of the above is successful, how can we communicate with this place and then communicate with each other after success?

There are too many unknowns! As the prime minister of the soul clan, the responsibility is too great! It's too difficult!

I must not bury the whole huge project because of a small uncertain link in front of me, I must not join the Solitaire army, I must be responsible for the overall situation!

The prime minister made up his mind, but his feet did not obey the call, and kept approaching the solitaire army.

The prime minister can't watch his subordinates do their best, and the hope of success is just around the corner, while he is indifferent and stands by.

I had to go up and comfort them, disapproving of their actions, but I couldn't help but encourage their courage, I couldn't chill them.

Thinking to himself, the prime minister stepped forward, put his hand on the body of the last person in Solitaire, and gently patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

But the moment the prime minister's hand touched the solitaire, the prime minister felt that the huge suction force of the solitaire was absorbing physical energy from his body.

The prime minister didn't have time to pull his hand, and his physical energy was continuously input into the old dead tree through the solitaire.

After absorbing the new energy, the red ball in the old dead tree accelerated again, and soon floated out of the old dead tree and soared into the air.

It turned out that everyone's physical fitness had reached the critical point of the red ball's take-off, and as long as a little bit of energy was input, the little red ball could take off.

As the little red ball soars into the air, the red color fades. It turned into a russet jelly-like ball, transparent but unfathomable, and the outside of the ball was covered with dense and fine folds.

When everyone saw the ball soaring into the air, they hurriedly bowed down. shouted in unison:

"Old mage, please save the Soul Savior!"

"Please tell us what time to launch the meteorite?"

The crowd begged repeatedly, but the red ball just didn't make a sound.

"Old mage, the soul clan has reached the last moment of life and death!"

"Tell us what time it will launch!"

A pair of sleepy eyes slowly opened in the orb, as if they had just woken up from a thousand years of slumber.

"What time did you all fire?" said a voice that seemed to have awakened from a thousand-year slumber.

"It was all launched at 6 a.m. before, and there were eight launches in total. The prime minister hurriedly replied.

"Have you all succeeded before?" asked the old mage.

"It's all failed. The prime minister replied softly.

"Then let's change the time this time. The old mage said lightly.

"Please tell the old mage, what time is it to be launched?" asked the prime minister respectfully.

I saw the ball in the air, tried to struggle a few times, but did not move.

It turned out that the old mage was driven by professional habits, and every time he said a key question, he would shake his head, toss up and down a few times, and read words in his mouth. Suddenly stopped, then shook the dust in his hand, and said the answer everyone was waiting for.

But this time, the old mage habitually moved, and found that he could not move at all now. The old life was already about to enter a state of death, and now it was suddenly activated by a group of people with physical energy, how could there be extra energy to do it?

Not only do I not have the extra energy to do it, but I don't even have the energy to stay outside for a moment longer.

"Then you can try 12 o'clock in the morning. The old mage yawned and spat out a casual word.

"Is there any specific explanation for this?"

"Where can this point allow meteorites to fly?"

"Could the old mage please tell us if we can succeed this time?"

……

The prime minister asked several questions in a row, but the old mage did not answer, yawned heavily, and left a sentence: "I will go back to sleep." ”

The ball slowly floated back to the old dead tree, and disappeared without a trace in a moment.

The scene left the prime minister and everyone in bewilderment.

Everyone paid such a big price and invited the old mage, but only such a casual sentence was left, and the prime minister didn't know what to do.

After a long time, the prime minister felt that it was okay for him to be stunned all the time with a group of people, so he asked, "Do you think the old mage's opinion is feasible?"

Everyone is also staring at each other, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know why.

"Since everyone has made such a great effort to invite the old mage out, let's try it according to what the old mage said. A voice said timidly.

"Didn't you hear the old mage say to try it?

"That's it, you didn't look at the old mage just now, I guess I'm still asleep, talking in my dreams, right?"

"I remember that in the past, mages had to have a ritual, praying for the gods of heaven and earth, the sun, the moon, the stars, and so on, and then telling us the results, and everyone saw it just now, just casually, is this credible?"

"Don't you see that the old mage is just like this old dead tree, dying wood, how can the fate of our entire soul clan be pinned on such a person?"

It's good that the prime minister doesn't ask questions, everyone still looks at each other. But as soon as he asked, all kinds of voices came out at this time, making it even more difficult for the prime minister to choose, and he didn't know how to make a decision.

"Old Fengchang, it was you who asked the old mage, you can tell me. Cheng said to the old turtle who had been in charge of the sacrifice.

"The old minister thinks that the old master has expressed his own opinions, and we all have our own opinions, so we can combine them and weigh the pros and cons before making plans. The old turtle said tremblingly.

The prime minister had 10,000 grass and mud horses flying by at this time, you old thing, this suggestion was made by you, and everyone tried their best to invite people out, leaving a casual sentence, I want to hear your opinion, you give me and the mud back here.

"That freshman from the National Academy, you come out and tell me your opinion. The prime minister pointed to the little beetle and said.

"Prime Minister Qi, the trouble is serious, I think it's better to ask the Soul King to make a decision later. The little beetle clenched his fists and saluted.

When the prime minister heard this, he was overjoyed, this idea was good. Although I still didn't say how to make a decision, it did point me in a direction, and I asked the Soul King to make the final decision.

But the prime minister's face was silent, and he asked everyone, "Do you have any opinions?"

Everyone said in unison, "Please make a decision between my king and the prime minister!"

The prime minister had to wave his hand to let everyone disperse, and he took his attendants and walked to the cave of the royal family.

After a while, he came to the gate of the cave and asked the guards to inform him that the prime minister had something to ask to see.

At this time, the Soul King and the Soul Queen were lying on the ground weakly, and the two supported each other. The queen of the soul was grief-stricken and discouraged. This is about to send off the ninth son, and I don't know if we can see each other again in this life.

The Soul King, with his own duties and bravery, resolutely decided to send away his ninth son, and he was at a loss for the current situation of the Soul Clan and the way out in the future.

The guards came in to report that the prime minister had something to do. When the Soul King saw himself and the Soul Queen now, he really couldn't meet the prime minister, so it was too much of the image and majesty of the Soul King.