"Yes, I'm the owner of this space, if you don't believe it, just look. ”

Yan Lan's gaze was calm, his body did not move, and he was able to control those golden spiritual energies with just his mind, forming an energy storm around his body, surrounding himself, and forming a strong protective barrier.

Yan Lan was only in the Zen heart space that he could mobilize the golden ability so freely.

"How...... How is that possible?" the phantom's gaze was no longer hidden, but completely revealed.

However, after all, the phantom was a legendary supernatural person, and his gaze quickly calmed down.

"Little doll, tell me quickly, what is the relationship between you and the owner of this treasure, and how do you control this space? You are not allowed to lie to the ancestor, as long as you tell the truth, the ancestor can promise you anything I can do. ”

Eagerly asked, and even her voice trembled a little, which made Yan Lan feel a little incredible.

"In the end, do you want to say it?" Yan Lan frowned, his expression uncertain.

After a little groaning, Yan Lan seemed to have made up her mind, and the corners of her mouth opened slightly.

The phantom was like a child listening to an adult's story, his mouth opened slightly, and he listened to Yan Lan's voice intently.

"This space is a Zen space. The treasure in your mouth should be the Zen heart of Compassion. This thing was left to me by my mother, so I am the owner of this space, there is no doubt about it!"

Yan Lan spoke eloquently, and carefully observed the phantom's expression.

"Your mother left you behind......? Hahaha......"

The phantom asked suspiciously, and before Yan Lan could reply, he laughed wildly, laughing even more wildly and presumptuously.

"She actually has a son......"

The phantom gradually stopped laughing, his face was gradually occupied by strange expressions, and in the deep eyes, various expressions flew by.

Yan Lan's heart tightened, a glint flashed in her eyes, and she raised her head and asked, "Do you know my mother?"

The phantom let out a long sigh and did not directly reply to Yan Lan's words, but asked with slightly narrowed eyes, "Who is your mother, what is her name, and where do you live now?"

Yan Lan was stunned for a moment, sighed lightly, and said, "I have never seen my mother, I don't know what her name is, I don't know where she is now, and I don't even know if she is alive or dead!"

The phantom stroked his white beard, thoughtfully, and then smiled strangely: "If there is a chance, you may be able to meet her." ”

Yan Lan was shocked when he heard this, his eyes widened in horror, and he hurriedly asked, "Is this true?"

The phantom said coldly: "To you little doll, why should the ancestor tell lies?"

Yan Lan was stunned for a moment, and there was a joyful light in his eyes. He thought that he would never see his mother again, but now, this mysterious strange man said that there was still a chance to meet, how could this not make him tremble in adversity?

After being stunned for a long time, Yan Lan's eyes suddenly changed, and she said eagerly: "Where is my mother, can you take me to meet her?"

The phantom smiled lamentingly, and said, "The ancestor doesn't know where she is, and he can't take you to see her, but the ancestor is sure that she is definitely still alive in this world." ”

Yan Lan stared at the phantom's eyes, and saw that what the phantom said did not seem to be a lie, and the excitement surging in his heart was calmed down by his best efforts.

"Then can you tell me who you are?" Yan Lan asked calmly.

"Hahahaha......" The phantom didn't answer Yan Lan's words, but laughed out loud, laughing even more wildly, and there was a trace of desolation hidden in the madness.

When the laughter stopped, the voice of the phantom and ancient slowly sounded: "If it was millions of years ago, up to the Nine Heavens, down to the Netherworld, who didn't know the name of the ancestor! Now, I'm afraid that the ancestor has been almost forgotten, hahaha...... If you know the name of your ancestors, it is not a good thing. If there is a chance in the future, maybe we will see each other again. ”

"We'll see you later? Are you leaving, where are you from?"

"If there is a chance, we will meet. Benzu is not going to go, but he has to go!"

Speaking of this, the phantom actually sighed, and his tone was full of helplessness and sadness.

After a few breaths, the phantom put away the faint sadness, his expression changed slightly, and continued: "I am confined in a mysterious place, that place is strange and strange, and even I don't know where it is. Sealed in that damn place, not moving at all. I have accumulated the strength of a thousand years, and I can only gain three days of freedom. And this freedom is just coming to this strange space. Because my soul forcibly breaks free from the bondage of the forbidden, and no matter where it goes, it will eventually come to this space, and there is nowhere else to go. I've never seen a person in this space in years, you're the first!"

The phantom seemed to have been lonely for a long time, and although it was arrogant, it was still willing to share with Yan Lan what had been suppressed for thousands of years. Even the arrogant self-proclaimed "ancestor" was renamed "me".

Yan Lan's face was solemn, but his heart was overturned, this information seemed simple, but the information hidden behind it made him unable to digest it for a while.

Yan Lan frowned and asked suspiciously, "You mean, three days later, you have to go back to where you came?"

The phantom nodded in disappointment, his arrogant temperament, due to tens of thousands of years of suppression, although it has not been completely dissipated, but having someone to speak to makes him feel greatly relieved and cathartic.

Even if he is a lonely and strong person, how can he not communicate with others in a state of sobriety for tens of thousands of years. It's like power can cover the sky, but no one admires it, no one knows it, what's the use?

Yan Lan was stunned, lowered his head and thought for a moment, his eyes were a little weird, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

"Little doll, I see that you don't have any spiritual power, but your outfit should be a cultivator. Is it because you are not good at learning, or are you not born with cultivation material?"

When Yan Lan heard this, he shrugged his nose and snorted coldly: "How could it be that I am not good at learning, but I can't cultivate at all! Because, my spiritual root was destroyed by a mysterious powerhouse, so that I am like a mortal, or even inferior to a mortal, at least they can still cultivate." ”

The phantom frowned, and said in a deep voice: "The spiritual root is destroyed, and the one who destroys your spiritual root is only afraid of ......."

His gaze flickered for a few moments, but the phantom could not continue.

With a faint smile, the phantom continued: "Little doll, do you want me to help you repair the spiritual root?"

Yan Lan's heart was shocked, this was what he had always wanted to ask, but he had never dared to ask. It wasn't that he didn't have the courage to ask, but he didn't want the glimmer of hope he was looking forward to to be shattered too soon, so that he didn't even have the mood to know the mysterious identity of this phantom.

Gritting his teeth, Yan Lan nodded heavily, and said solemnly: "Yes, I do have this idea, but I don't know if the seniors have the ability to repair the spiritual root, and whether the seniors have the ability to bring people back to life?"

Although Yan Lan's tone was extremely calm, his eyes flashed with strong expectation, how much he hoped that the phantom would give him an affirmative answer, so that the title of phantom was changed to "senior".

Repairing the spiritual root, resurrecting his father, Ling Yu, and Qing Xuan were thoughts he was looking forward to very much.

The phantom looked stunned, then smiled strangely and said, "Repairing the spiritual root, that requires extremely strong supernatural powers." The destruction of a cultivator's spiritual root is equivalent to the destruction of a mortal's soul, and repairing the spiritual root can be described as a move against the sky. Now my strength is less than one-ten-thousandth compared to my peak state. And because it's a weak soul state, to be honest, with my current strength, I can't help you repair the spiritual root......"

"As for bringing the dead back to life, it requires a powerful supernatural power that penetrates the heavens and the earth. Now that I'm in such a state, it's hard to kill people, and if you want to bring people back to life, you don't have to think about it!"

"Ah......" Yan Lan was stunned, and the calm heart that he tried his best to suppress seemed to be hit by a huge meteorite, turning up a monstrous wave. He originally thought that two things might become one, and he would live up to this encounter. Unexpectedly, this would be the result!

Yan Lan's body was a little unstable in the Zen heart space, and her face full of expectations suddenly darkened, like a bright and bright world, and the sun and moon lost color in an instant.

The phantom's pupils tightened without a trace, and he said indifferently: "Coming back to life is hopeless for the time being." But is it really that important to you to repair the spiritual root?"

Yan Lan's eyes darkened for an instant, and then brightened slightly, and said, "Important, very important." Without strength, I can't do anything, I can't protect anyone, I can only watch everything happen around me, I can't do anything, I live like a waste......"

Yan Lan's suppressed emotions rushed out like a flood that had been hoarded for a hundred years and catharsis. What is more desperate than despair?

The phantom stroked the void beard, and said with a proud expression: "I rely on cultivation now, I really can't bring the dead back to life, and I can't help you repair the spiritual root, but it doesn't mean that I can't help you repair the spiritual root!"

"What?" Yan Lan Huo Ran raised his head, looking at the phantom in horror and trembling. Every word the phantom said exploded in his ears like earth-shattering thunder.

"However, you must promise me one condition, and this condition, maybe you can do it......"

The voice of the phantom is firm, but it is also hopeful. Yan Lan was a little stunned, he didn't know what the conditions were, between heaven and earth, even a person with such great powers as the phantom couldn't do it, but he could do it.