Speaking of this, Qin Huan looked slightly nervous and said in a trembling voice: "I hope that with this treasure, I can seek to rebirth the dog!"

"The Art of Rebirth?"

"The Art of Resurrection?"

...

Everyone couldn't help but scream.

It was the red ant who saw Qin Huan disdainful of his demon king and demon pill, and then he felt a secret hatred in his heart. When he saw that Qin Huan asked for something, he actually reborn his son. He seemed to remember something, and when he looked at Qin Huan, he looked at him.

The upper part also showed a kind smile.

Qin Huan shook his head: "No, Qin has a trace of the dog's soul in his hand. If the person who is doing it can reborn the dog with this trace of the soul, this immortal gourd that the ancestors could destroy the immortals was yours.

!”

"It's just a trace of residual soul? I don't know what kind of cultivation the man had before he lost his losses, and how many of the residual souls were?" Suddenly, a man asked in a sinister way.

Yi Qiu looked at it and couldn't help but feel cold. He saw that the man was stalking with black fog. He was actually a demon cultivator.

"It has been hundreds of years since the loss, and the remaining souls are still in the ancestral temple plaque, and are under the control of my Qin family ancestor..."

Speaking of this, he looked at Yi Qiu fiercely: "I thought that the dog's body was gone at the beginning, but I didn't expect that the souls of the ancestor who said that I was from the Qin family were secretly left with a trace of their souls..."

"I understand, this is not easy to deal with. If something happens recently, there will be more souls left, and it will not be difficult to deal with. It is indeed difficult to deal with now. With just a trace of residual soul, I am afraid that it is the Mahayana system.

No seniors in the realm have such a means!" said the demon cultivator.

"Whenever there is a glimmer of hope, Qin will not give up!" Qin Huan said firmly, then looked at Tan Ling.

"I wonder if my friend has a way to revive the dog?"

Looking at the grief and hope in Qin Huan's eyes, Yi Qiu became worthless. Qin Dan was killed by himself.

Tan Ling nodded: "You can give it a try!"

"Ah, please move to my Heavenly Artifact Hall..." Qin Huan said hurriedly.

"Slowly, fellow Taoist wants to let Tan go to your Xuanjian Sect?" Tan Ling asked.

"Yes, the dog's soul is in the hands of my Qin ancestor, otherwise how could it still exist? Of course, when the ancestor handed the immortal gourd to the bottom, he said that only by truly resurrecting the dog, can this thing be used

Gift each other!" Qin Huan said.

Tan Ling shook her head: "Then this is difficult. To be honest, Tan does have the ability to reborn the son, but it is impossible to leave this city in this cloud city."

"This, fellow Taoist can't make an exception?"

"It's impossible. Even if you want to reborn from the son, it seems impossible. Time is not enough. In a few years, this Yunwu City will disappear into nothingness. Only the next thousand years will appear again...

…”

Looking at the disappointment in Qin Huan's eyes, Tan Ling said: "Of course, maybe the fellows here still have the ability to rebirth the son!"

"My ghost sect has a lot of research on the soul, and my ancestors are even more of this kind of master. I once said that as long as there is still a trace of residual soul, I can be reborn. If the fellow Taoists do not dislike it, I can ask my ancestors to go to your palace.

only……"

The demon cultivator said hesitated here.

"What do fellow Taoist ask for? Just say it!" Qin Huan said hurriedly.

"It's just that the cultivation of the son's loss is too low, and the time is too far apart. It's hard to say whether the ancestor is sure. If the son cannot be reborn, not only will he not get your immortal gourd, but he may also have a great cultivation level.

drop!"

Qin Huan was slightly stunned, and then said, "Only by truly rebirth of the dog, will you give this Xuantian Ling Treasure Fairy Gourd. This is also what the ancestor gave to this treasure. Otherwise, even if you give this treasure ancestor to you,

I'm afraid you can't use it either. This treasure will be practiced for ten thousand years after the ancestors' sacrifice and practice. As long as the ancestor has a heart, he will immediately escape!"

As soon as these words were spoken, half of the people who had originally flashed their eyes showed disappointment.

Xuanjian Sect itself is a weapon refining sect, not to mention that this Xuantian Spirit Treasure was practiced for ten thousand years by a Yuanhe Ancestor. It has long been part of his body. If he had not erased this connection himself,

Even if the same Yuanhe ancestor obtained it, it may not be able to use it.

I'm afraid this is because the Qin ancestor gave this treasure to Qin Huan with confidence.

He said here to the monk from the Yinhun Sect, "Of course, if the ancestor of the noble sect is willing to cast spells himself, if he fails, he will have several other gifts!"

The man shook his head: "Fellow Taoist is probably joking. Now the ancestors in this world are probably all in this thousands of mountains. If the ancestor of a certain family leaves and the God-killing Sword is obtained by other ancestors..."

Speaking of this, he kept silent and looked at Qin Huan.

Qin Huan said: "Is it possible for that fellow Taoist to speak of the ancestor of the noble family? If so, I can convince my ancestor of the Qin family to join forces temporarily when competing for the God-killing Sword. If so..."

Speaking of this place, there was no more sound, but looking at Qin Huan's appearance, he was transmitting his voice through spiritual consciousness.

Although it was in the magic fog, it formed a sharp contrast with the clouds around it, even though I still saw the changes on the magic cultivator's face.

After a while, he did not send a message in the end and said directly: "This matter is too important. You and I have to take charge of the state of the ancestor. Why not leave now? How about asking for the opinions of the ancestor?"

Qin Huan hesitated for a moment, then looked at Tan Ling: "Is the city lord really not going out of the city?"

"I'm sorry!"

Qin Huan nodded and said coldly to Yi Qiu: "Boy, I will let you live for a few more years!"

Finally, he left first, and naturally followed the soul cultivator of the Netherworld Sect’s Yin Soul Sect.

When the two left, Grandma Yan suddenly smiled strangely at Yi Qiu: "Boy, listen to what fellow Daoist Qin said, does his son's loss have anything to do with you?"

Yi Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly, then nodded: "Yes, among them, Qin Dan was killed by his younger generation!"

"Haha, okay, I didn't expect that you could survive until you killed a fellow Taoist Yuanshen and die. I admire you!" The red ant said loudly.

Yi Qiu smiled faintly: "Senior Ma laughed. I have been hiding in Tibet these years, otherwise I would not be able to see you all today. As for the reason for killing Qin Dan that day, Qin Huan had not yet advanced.

The realm of the soul.”

The red ant raised his thumbs to Yi Qiu: "You kid, why do you say hello? If it weren't for his ancestor Yuanhe of Qin's family disdain to attack you for this, even if you escape to the ends of the world, it would be the final result!"

When everyone looked at Yi Qiu in surprise, Yi Qiuzhi smiled faintly, as if he didn't take this matter seriously at all.
Chapter completed!