"This time, I just want to take her away, so that such a wonderful talented woman and beauty can continue to live happily in modern society." Zhang Dong said softly.

"She's already dead, how can you take her, Childe, are you crazy?" Da Ji said angrily.

"She's not dead, and she never will." After Zhang Dong finished speaking, his right hand slowly inserted into the soil, and then gently pulled it out, pinching a long hair in his hand.

Su Daji was a little creepy, took a few steps back, covered her nose and said, "Throw it away, throw it away, Childe, that's the hair of a dead man." ”

Zhang Dong didn't throw it away, but took it like a baby, and used the secret method to put his spirit and thoughts into the microcosm of his hair.

This microcosm is also very vast, and there are many, many women, of course, all of them are Ma Xianglan, most of them have died, and a few still have a faint breath, and on the chests of these women, there is an orchid imprint, obviously, this orchid imprint is Ma Xianglan's soul imprint.

If the soul mark on the chest of a certain Ma Xianglan who is still breathing is activated, and enough nutrients are delivered, then she will definitely be able to come back to life after 28 years of death, and it is still the same Ma Xianglan, the same soul, don't use cloning and transplanting memories at all, after all, although the latter has the same human body, the soul is not the same, and there is a little regret after all.

Zhang Dong thought for a while, feeling that he could do such a feat, his face showed a strong confidence, and he said proudly: "Daji, you already know that I cultivate the way of immortality, in my eyes, there are no dead people, only beautiful people." ”

Su Daji looked confused and said, "Childe, what are you talking about?" Why can't I understand? Su Daji said with a confused expression.

Zhang Dongshi was shocked and said: "What I mean is that I can use a hair of Ma Xianglan to resurrect Ma Xianglan, who has been dead for 28 years, and restore her appearance to 16 years old, so that she can continue to live wonderfully." ”

Where is Su Daji willing to believe? Shaking his head, he said, "Childe, you're fooling me." You think I don't know, a monk who cultivates the way of immortality can only immortalize himself, and he can't let others die, let alone resurrect the dead. If so, there is no possibility that the canon will not be recorded. ”

"Other monks can't enter the microcosm, but I can, naturally, be able to do things that others can't." Zhang Dong muttered in his heart, of course he wouldn't say it, and he didn't explain it anymore, and started to take practical action.

Take out the Flying Immortal Residence and enlarge it to the size of a normal house.

Then, he walked in with Su Daji with a strange expression on his face.

What made Su Daji feel inexplicable was that Zhang Dong did not immediately resurrect Ma Xianglan, but began to do inexplicable things, entered the study and began to write and paint.

And although she pretended to be Zhang Dong's scholar, she didn't know that Zhang Dong's calligraphy and painting were so good, and she actually painted more than 20 paintings and calligraphy works at an incredibly fast speed, all of which were so beautiful that she admired and fell in love with them.

Zhang Dong hung all his paintings and calligraphy on the wall of a room, and then he sat at the head of the bed, looking at the green silk taken out of the grave with a happy face, and his spirit and consciousness slowly entered the microcosm.

Choosing a beautiful woman who looks the most energetic but still unconscious, wrapping it with spirit and consciousness, and bringing it out of this microcosm, what shocked him was that even if she came out of the microcosm, a woman who looked no different from a real person in the microcosm was incredibly small and couldn't be seen with her eyes at all.

However, under his strong divine sense, he still sensed it clearly.

He put it together with the hair, put it in his right palm, and began to experiment, first blessed the immortal Dao Heaven and Earth rules with that soul mark, but unfortunately the soul mark was too small to carry it at all, so he blessed the immortal Dao Heaven and Earth rules to that human body, but only a few blessings, there was no place to bless.

After blessing the rules of the immortal Dao Heaven and Earth, the incredibly small human body instantly became more lively, and there seemed to be signs of awakening, but Zhang Dong clearly knew that only by activating the soul mark could he be resurrected, which was just an illusion.

Frowning and thinking for a moment, he began to infuse his spiritual power into that soul mark.

Due to the cultivation of the Immortal Hades Emperor Technique, and also the cultivation of the Split Body Divine Skill, Zhang Dong's heart is bright, spiritual power and soul are closely related, and under certain conditions, they can be transformed into each other, and using spiritual power to stimulate the soul imprint may have an effect.

Sure enough, there was a change, and the soul mark emitted a faint white light, and began to slowly absorb the spiritual power that Zhang Dong had transmitted from the past. And in Zhang Dong's feelings, it was as if a life was absorbing the spiritual power he conveyed.

His heart was uplifted, and he even sent his spiritual power over like money, without any interruption.

The speed at which the soul imprint devoured the spiritual power became faster and faster, more and more, and the white light emitted by it became more and more dazzling.

What made Zhang Dong feel incredible was that Ma Xianglan was obviously an ordinary girl, but her soul mark was like a bottomless pit, devouring spiritual power endlessly, and she almost didn't swallow up all of Zhang Dong's spiritual power.

Fortunately, Zhang Dong found the way of immortality and was able to multitask, so he cultivated the cultivation of sentient beings while transmitting spiritual power, so that the spiritual power could be quickly restored, and the medicine garden in his body also transmitted a large amount of medicinal power to restore his spiritual power to his mind, so that his spiritual power could be restored even faster, which could catch up with the speed of the soul imprint devouring.

And he naturally turned into a clay sculpture and wood carving, looking at his palm in a daze.

In Daji's eyes, Zhang Dong is looking at things and thinking about people, recalling Ma Xianglan's life, but after all, she is a nine-tailed demon fox who has cultivated to the peak of the third level of the Pickle Girl Patriarch, and she found that Zhang Dong had strong mental power fluctuations, so it was difficult to judge what Zhang Dong was doing, so she didn't dare to disturb him.

Finally, the soul imprint stopped absorbing the spiritual power that Zhang Dong had conveyed in the past, and suddenly beat, beating like a heart, and a thick white light also shot out, enveloping the entire small human body, and then, Zhang Dong noticed that the heart of the small human body began to beat, the eyelashes were also slowly trembling, and the pores of the whole body emitted a strange suction, as if they wanted to devour something.

Zhang Dong's face was happy, and as soon as his mind moved, the medicine garden in his body delivered countless nutrients and medicinal power to wrap the small human body.

This really worked, and every pore of the little human body began to frantically devour the nutrients that were delivered, and the small mouth was also gulping down the nutrients, and the human body was also growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon became as big as a broad bean.

At this time, Su Daji finally saw it, as if she had been struck by thunder, her whole body was numb, and she couldn't move, but she stared at her eyes to the limit, watching the beautiful woman who was only the size of a broad bean growing rapidly, and soon became the size of an orange.

But at this moment, the villain actually stopped developing, and the speed of devouring nutrients slowed down.

Zhang Dong's face changed, and he was a little overwhelmed, not knowing what the problem was.

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