"Do you want to take a big bet, or do you continue to explore the ancient city step by step?"
Lin Bei did not directly answer Qin Qi, but asked instead.
"What's the meaning?"
Ye He looked at Lin Bei, his eyes surging.
"Just now, there was a blood-colored sapling in this temple. It was very extraordinary, but I didn't catch it and ran away by it. I am planning to find the sapling now."
"I guess if you find that sapling, you will probably have a lot of gains."
"Of course, there may be no gains, so I'll ask for your opinions."
Lin Bei said out loud.
In fact, it is okay if Lin Bei doesn’t walk with them, and he goes to find the saplings alone.
If it were someone else, Lin Bei might even take the initiative to get rid of it and would not want to go with him.
But Qin Qi and his group are a bit special.
Especially Qin Qi, who can also deduce the magic of heaven, and his strength cannot be measured on the surface.
Perhaps there will be some special means.
This made Lin Bei feel that they might be able to help.
Especially, if you find the blood-colored sapling, with them there, you may have a greater chance of capturing the blood-colored sapling.
"I think it's feasible."
Ye He thought for a while and nodded.
"Then let's take a gamble!"
Qin Qi smiled too.
Since Lin Bei is willing to walk with them, let’s go together.
Qin Qi also felt that following Lin Bei might have a greater harvest than they had for exploring the ancient city by themselves.
Seeing that Qin Qi and Ye He both agreed, Tiexhou and Tong Yang agreed.
"But you said the blood-colored sapling ran away, how do you look for it now?"
Yehe asked again.
"Don't be it!"
Lin Bei pointed to the resentful spirit trapped by him.
Then.
Lin Bei took back the silk energy and released the resentful spirit.
The resentful spirit grinned at Lin Bei, but at this time, with his instinct, he already knew that he could not provoke Lin Bei.
therefore.
Although extremely dissatisfied.
But it was also frightened.
After looking at Lin Bei with a grin, the resentful spirit immediately fled.
"Walk!"
Lin Bei spoke and immediately followed.
Qin Qi and others instantly understood what method Lin Bei was going to find the blood-colored sapling.
He quickly moved his body and turned into four streams of light one after another. He followed Lin Bei.
"Don't let me down, go find the bloody sapling, don't run around!"
Lin Bei followed the resentful spirit and said in his heart.
After all, this vengeful spirit is not completely sane. It is more about acting on instinct.
Before, Lin Bei discovered that their resentful spirits seemed to be following the command of the blood-colored saplings.
Therefore, Lin Bei speculated that if this resentful spirit regained its freedom, would it take the initiative to look for the blood-colored sapling?
Lin Bei is just a gamble.
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In the center of the ancient city, above a five-color altar and around the altar. Countless chains lock the five-color altar.
And on the altar, an illusory figure gradually appeared.
Although it has just appeared, it gives people a sense of eternal existence.
It's like he's been here for thousands of years.
Around, there was a silence.
There was a dead silence.
I don’t know how long it took. The illusory figure finally slowly moved his head and looked out of the city.
"Are there only two god kings?"
The phantom spoke slowly. The voice was a little hoarse, and his expression was slightly moved, but no emotional changes were seen.
"There is actually a great golden body!"
The phantom seemed to have discovered something again, but the mood still did not change much.
"Where is the time? How long has it been?"
"millennium?"
"Or ten thousand years?"
"Are the old friend of the past still here?"
"Emperor Yu. Are you still alive?"
"If I can't kill you with my hands in this life, my heart of Tao will not be perfect!"
The phantom muttered to himself, as if he was recalling it.
And until now, his expression could finally see a clear change.
Then.
The phantom's eyes turned to the edge of the altar, looking at an old man sitting cross-legged on the edge of the altar.
"Have you not been able to break through the God King yet?"
The phantom opens.
Hearing words.
The old man on the edge of the altar opened his eyes, a hint of apologies appeared on his face, and shook his head: "Failed!"
"How long will it take?"
The phantom spoke again.
"I really can't be sure. According to my qualifications, it was beyond my expectations to be able to reach this point. It is really difficult to break through to the realm of the God King. I really can't give an accurate one.
Answer."
The apology on the old man's face became stronger, and there was a hint of panic in his expression.
"Whether you really can't break through or deliberately don't break through, my patience has come to an end."
"Today. If you can't break through to the realm of the God King, it's useless for this Emperor to ask you!"
The phantom spoke again.
Although he was not angry, there was a hint of indifference in his tone.
"Yes, I will definitely work hard!"
The old man became even more frightened.
After the response.
He quickly closed his eyes again, as if he was continuing to rush to the gate.