"How do you make sure that you can help me find the same kind."

Feeling the Ming gaze, Ning Ye did not speak, but just raised his right hand slightly.

In an instant, Daming's body trembled, but he didn't feel any danger. He immediately looked at Ning Ye. Only Ning Ye could make him react like this.

But the next second, the pupils shrank, and a small but very complex genetic model appeared in front of it at some point.

Before Daming asked, Ning Ye took the initiative to explain: "This is your genetic data. Indeed, there will be no similarity to yours on Douluo Continent, but as long as you follow your genetic model and make a slight change, you can create an existence similar to you, that is, your similarity."

"hiss!"

Xiao Wu and Li Hao took a breath, and Erming's eyes were also shocked.

Although some of them did not understand the meaning of several of the words, Ning Ye's overall meaning was clearly expressed.

As long as you follow this thing called the genetic model, Ning Ye can create a soul beast similar to that of the Ming Dynasty.

This ability is no different from that of the Creator.

“I need to think about it again.”

Staring at the genetic model, Daming left this sentence, his slender figure relapsed into the water, and after a storm, the lake surface returned to calm.

"what ever."

As soon as he caught the little bit of desire in Daming's eyes, Ning Ye knew that this matter was basically stable.

I didn't urge it too much, just to seek stability, my fingers pointed towards the lake, and a picture came to Daming's mind.

It was a happy scene. Da Ming's slender body was lying leisurely on the lake surface. Next to him, another sky-blue cow python with a similar shape was leaning against him. On one side of the lake surface, there was a small sky-blue cow python constantly swimming and playing.

Looking at the picture in his mind, Daming's body trembled slightly, and his breath became rapid.

Looking at Daming's reaction, Ning Ye's mouth raised.

"Brother Ye, can you really create soul beasts?"

Looking at Xiao Wu with a strange expression, Ning Ye nodded: "Yes."

In fact, it is not difficult to create a brand new organism by parsing out the genetic structure and data.

After hesitating for a moment, Xiao Wu asked, "Then can you achieve resurrection?"

Shui Lingling's big eyes stared at Ning Ye with a strong sense of expectation.

Looking at Xiao Wu's prayer, Ning Ye suddenly understood what she needed, but shook his head slightly: "I can't do it for the time being."

Xiao Wu wanted to be resurrected is nothing more than her mother, and if her mother Ning Ye remembers correctly, she should have been eaten by some soul beast.

Without a corpse, it means resurrecting time. With Ning Ye's current strength, the rules of how many times have not been analyzed.

Even if he analyzed it, he did not dare to move around, because if any major problems arise, it would be a consequence that he could not bear.

"If it can be done when, please tell me, Brother Ye?"

Seeing that Ning Ye did not say death, Xiao Wu begged Ning Ye as if she had seen the dawn, "I am willing to take out everything for exchange."

After thinking for a while, Ning Ye said lightly: "Time is irreversible."

Although it was just a faint sentence, Xiao Wu's face turned pale.

Without caring about the pale-faced Xiao Wu, Ning Ye looked at Erming: "Erming, help me protect the Dharma again. I want to improve my strength and prepare for entering the depths of the forbidden land."

"Okay, my respectful king."

Although he was shocked that Ning Ye had improved again within a short period of time at most, Erming's answer was not slow.

He just walked slowly to Xiao Wu, looked at it with pity, and a huge ape hand leaned gently on Xiao Wu's back.

The scene suddenly became quiet and nothing was arranged. Li Hao walked to a distance not far away and sat down cross-legged, but did not enter the practice, with a look of thought in his eyes.

...

"Report."

In the Martial Soul City, in the Pope's Hall, listening to the report of the Silver Armored Knight, Bibidong, who was sitting high on the Pope's chair, looked even more gloomy, and a powerful aura erupted from her.

"Ning Ye, you are really brave."

After being furious, Bibidong quickly calmed down, glanced at the silver armored knight with a slightly trembling body below, waved his hand, and signaled him to go down.

"The Pope is so majestic."

Just as the knight walked out of the door, the door suddenly closed and a sound rang out from the hall.

Bibidong frowned slightly: "Since the great worship is here, let's show up, no need to hide."

Two golden lights surged, and two old figures suddenly appeared in front of Bibidong, just one in front and the other slightly behind.

Looking at these two figures, Bibidong frowned: "I didn't expect that the two great worshipers would have the leisure to come to my Pope Hall today. Is there anything I need to do?"

The visitor is the two worshippers ranked first in the worship hall.

Great worship, Thousand Daoli, and the ninety-nine-level peak Douluo.

Second worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo, Level 98 Peak Douluo

Staring at the Pope in front of him, who could be called the best in the history of the Spirit Hall, the Golden Crocodile Douluo did not give in at all.

He said in a deep voice: "Sir Pope, don't bend around the bush. Your action has caused the Soul Palace to lose three titled Douluo."

"Among them, the ability of Jugui Douluo to use martial soul fusion skills is two important combat powers. The Eight Vendors in the Vendor Hall is even a genius, with a 100,000-year soul ring that is rare on the mainland. The Great Vendors are considering it. When the Eight Vendors improve a little more, they will be promoted to the Three Vendors. Such losses are all caused by your wrong decisions. What should you blame?"

When he was directly questioned, Bibidong's expression was very dull. He slowly stood up, and the rhythmic halo emitted a shining light, especially the last halo with blood-red, and the red light was printed on the face of the Golden Crocodile Douluo.

"Is the 100,000-year soul ring great?"

Feeling the power of Bibi Dong's push, the Golden Crocodile Douluo did not change color at all. He glanced at Qian Daoliu who did not make a sound and continued to speak: "Pope, you admire your strength very much, but you will not know how precious the soul master with a 100,000-year soul ring is."

"But he is dead now, what do you want me to do?"

Bibi Dong snorted lightly and looked at Qian Daoliu: "And I don't have the right to drive the offerings, and the Eight offerings were not called by me."

"Did you say that the great worshiper?"

After a moment of silence, Qian Daoliu looked at Bibidong calmly: "This loss can be let go, but you don't have to participate in the Ning Ye incident in Bibidong."
Chapter completed!