"Each other, you Evergreen Pavilion, don't you also have a few young heroes?"

"We don't do human trials after all!"

"Heh, you use the blood book resources to cultivate Junjie, let's resurrect the martyrs, the truth is the same, don't say anyone!"

"Can you two stop? It's all for the sake of the community. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Humph!" Xingnan snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, a cyan bamboo shoot floated out of his hand.

The bamboo shoots swelled in the wind, and soon, they were as tall as a person.

The bamboo shoots devoured Zhao Qi, Zhao Qi's body, flesh and blood corroded little by little, and what made Zhao Qi feel strange was that he didn't feel any pain, as if this body was no longer his.

After the bamboo shoots devoured Zhao Qi's body, the bamboo shoots slowly digested and condensed into a body.

This body, with sound limbs and muscular, has only a face, no face.

"Drink, Ancestor Spirit!"

The man who grabbed Zhao Qi shouted in a low voice.

The next moment, the tombstone suddenly cracked open, and from the tombstone, an urn flew out, and the urn slammed open, and a wisp of brocade flew out of it.

This strand of cloth brocade flew to Zhao Qi's body, and immediately fused with Zhao Qi's body, and the man who grabbed Zhao Qi had a smile on his face: "The ancestors have returned, and the martyrs have returned!" ”

A quaint long knife was taken out, and the next moment, the long knife immediately flew into the sky and straddled Zhao Qi's body.

"This ancient ingot knife has reappeared after many years." Yechen's tone on the side was vicissitudes, he put his hands behind his back, and watched this scene quietly.

The ancient ingot knife spanned Zhao Qi's body, Xingnan waved his hand again, and an ethereal blue bead appeared, this blue bead shrouded Zhao Qi's soul, and after a few seconds, Zhao Qi's consciousness fell into a coma.

"Blood Pool, Heavenly Bamboo Shoots, Youhai Pearl, everything is ready, it's time to summon the heroic spirits of the martyrs."

"Sleeping martyrs, wake up, Jiangdong Little Overlord!"

Complex handprints condensed out, and in the tomb of the heroic soul, the tombstone under Zhao Qi's body, a huge coffin slowly broke out of the ground.

After a few seconds, the coffin slowly rose into the air, it was erected, and the coffin board that covered it was opened.

Inside the coffin, there was a small green tripod, and in the green tripod, there was a broken soul.

With the casting of several people in Xingnan, the brilliance of the green tripod became brighter and brighter, and at the same time, Zhao Qi's soul became more and more hot.

His soul, under the action of Youhaizhu, was constantly washed, and Zhao Qi's original autonomous consciousness began to be washed away by Youhaizhu little by little, weakening little by little.

About a stick of incense, Zhao Qi's original consciousness was already like a candle in the wind, which would be extinguished at any time, and the brilliance of the green tripod was extremely bright.

"This man's consciousness is quite tough."

"Heh, can you grow from a broken wisp of the main soul, can the soul not be tough? I really don't understand why you people in the Heroic Soul Tomb are so obsessed with resurrecting the martyrs? ”

"Shhh, Xingnan whispered, he's about to wake up."

"I am an upright man, so why should I be afraid of him? Besides, he can only come back, whether he can win me or not, it's all a question. ”

"Guts!"

"Don't you two quarrel, are you annoying? How long does it take for this guy's consciousness to be washed off? ”

"I need another stick of incense!"

"Yes!"

Time passed little by little, Zhao Qi's original consciousness was worn out little by little, and a stick of incense passed quickly, and Zhao Qi's original consciousness was left with only a little bit left.

"It's a little tougher than expected, but it's about to wear off."

does not erase Zhao Qi, but eliminates Zhao Qi's consciousness little by little, the difficulty of which can be imagined.

"Well, it's okay, his consciousness has been completely erased, and you won't be affected in any way."

Zhao Qi's consciousness dissipated, and only a pure soul body remained, but everyone didn't know that in the deepest part of this purest soul, there was a tiny fiery red seed, and this seed was attached to the depths of the soul, waiting for the time to germinate.

"Okay, I'll wake up the martyrs."

The man who grabbed Zhao Qi waved his hand and unlocked the seal of the ancient ingot knife.

The next moment, the ancient ingot knife exuded a strong brilliance, and the blazing knife was in the sky, and this knife touched the green tripod, melting the green tripod and unlocking the blockade of the green tripod.

Immediately afterwards, the remnant soul in the green tripod flew out and directly entered Zhao Qi's body.

The man who grabbed Zhao Qi was suddenly very nervous, Xingnan's expression was calm, but his clenched hands also showed his nervousness.

After all, at this moment, there are internal and external troubles, and if this experimental subject can succeed, it will be much faster than cultivating an outstanding handsome.

Although Xingnan disdains this, if it is successful, it will be a big advantage for the ethnic group.

The remnant soul entered Zhao Qi's body, and soon merged with Zhao Qi's soul, and the two did not reject it at all, and suddenly, everyone's faces showed excitement.

At about a cup of tea, the soul breath of the martyrs stabilized, and the man on the side hurriedly took out a group of soul-nourishing treasures.

Zhao Qi's eyes suddenly opened, and there was a strong light in his eyes.

"Welcome to the martyrs!"

Zhao Qi's body didn't speak, his eyes looked around, and then closed his eyes to feel his body.

Xingnan looked at Zhao Qi, his expression was calm, his body was a little impatient, he wanted to see Zhao Qi, he wanted to try, what is the strength of this resurrected martyr.

Zhao Qi closed his eyes, and for a long time, he slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as Zhao Qi stretched out his hand, the Tai'a sword in his body floated out.

"Tai'a sword? Inferior waste! Zhao Qi spoke slowly, he lightly, this Tai'a sword, directly shattered, and then Zhao Qi pulled out the ancient ingot knife and devoured the fragments of the Tai'a sword.

"I, Jiangdong Xiaobawang, are back!"

Zhao Qi waved his hand, and his body was automatically draped in a set of battle armor, and then behind Zhao Qi, a spear appeared.

Zhao Qi held a spear in his hand, and the ancient ingot knife spanned his waist, he looked at Xingnan with disdain on his face: "Do you dare to fight?" ”

"Why don't you dare!" Xingnan was unhappy, he floated up, and two bronze mirrors appeared behind him.

"Huh! Weidao, a designated country! ”

Zhao Qi stretched out his hand and lightly touched it, and the next moment, Xingnan vomited blood and flew upside down, his eyes were full of horror and fear.

"This, this is the strength of the martyrs of the Heroic Soul Tomb? It's just that I just woke up, and I'm so strong! ”

"Welcome to the martyrs!" The others hurriedly bowed their heads to greet them, and with a wave of Zhao Qi's hand, the whole person disappeared in place, and when he appeared again, he was in front of a blood-colored book.

"Here, it's under my control, speed up the cultivation of other experimental subjects, the martyrs of the Heroic Soul Tomb must all return within five years!" Zhao Qi said categorically, he then looked at Xingnan, and said in a deep voice: "Gongjin remnant soul, give him to me." ”

"This, here."

A fiery red tripod floated out of Xingnan's hand, Zhao Qi got this tripod, he looked at the man who grabbed Zhao Qi, his eyes were calm.

This man hurriedly took out a list and some materials, Zhao Qi took it, and he put some materials in front of Hongding.

"Man-made Seven Spirits, Gong Jin's remnant soul, Gong Jin, within twenty years, you will definitely come back again!"

Fused the artificial seven spirits into the red tripod, Zhao Qi put the red tripod into the blood book, and the red tripod turned into a ray of light, descended to the world, and entered the body of a third-class pregnant woman.

With the innate foundation, nourish the remnant soul, fuse the artificial seven spirits, and a few months later, the fetus will come, and a new life will welcome the light.

After doing all this, Zhao Qi showed a smile on his face, he looked at the list in his hand, and his voice was serious: "Ma Dai, Wei Qing, Xu Da, Li Mu, Guo Ziyi."

The Blood Book resource gives priority to cultivating these five test subjects, and this matter is up to you! ”

"Yes!"

Zhao Qi stood up, he stretched his waist, and the bones in his whole body crackled: "My Sun Bofu, I'm back, those aliens, shrouded in fear." ”

Zhao Qi, oh no, Sun Ce's eyes were full of confidence, he glanced at Xingnan and strode away.

...........

In the depths of Sun Ce's soul, a fiery red seed that was so small that it was invisible swirled.

The reincarnation of the world, the vicissitudes of life, one day, it will sprout!