Xie Heng's calm voice was like thunder on the ground, booming in everyone's ears. Everyone was stunned by Xie Heng's seemingly crazy request, and was speechless for a long time.
"Thank you, fellow Taoist, you are joking."
After a long time, Xuanyuan Ren reacted, his long eyebrows trembling, and he choked out these words for a long time.
Xie Heng looked indifferent and said nothing, just quietly tasting the best tea in his hand. Ling Yun Gourd glanced sideways at everyone, then closed his eyes and stopped paying attention.
Xiaobai also noticed the strange atmosphere, so he said nothing more, but took out a plate of exquisite food from the treasure bag and ate by himself.
Xuanyuan Yu looked at the reactions of everyone in the hall and was suddenly startled. After hesitating again and again, he carefully said:
"Ancestor..."
After waving his hand to stop Xuanyuan Yu from talking, Patriarch Xuanyuan looked at Xie Heng carefully with his cloudy old eyes and said thoughtfully:
"Thank you, fellow Taoist, can you change the conditions?"
Xie Heng gently put down the tea cup in his hand and looked at Patriarch Xuanyuan and others, and smiled faintly.
"Fellow Taoists, don't be in a hurry to reject Xie."
After saying that, he flipped his hands and found the body of the Ling Yun Gourd in his hand.
Seeing the Ling Yun Gourd's body appear in Xie Heng's hand, Xiaobai paused slightly in his movements, cast a veiled glance between Xie Heng and the Ling Yun Gourd, and then continued his work.
"Fellow Taoists, please see what this is?"
After saying that, the gourd in Xie Heng's hand swayed slightly, and eleven groups of shining spiritual seeds floated in the void.
The moment the eleven spiritual species appeared, it seemed that the roars of different spiritual beasts could be heard in the hall.
Ancestor Xuanyuan and the others clearly felt that their souls had a slight resonance with five of the eleven spiritual seeds.
The strange movement of Yuan Soul shocked Patriarch Xuanyuan and others. Looking at the eleven spiritual seeds in the sky, they couldn't help but have thousands of thoughts in their hearts.
At this moment, the eleven spiritual seeds seemed to be attracted by something and flew towards Xuanyuan Yu.
Eleven spiritual seeds surrounded Xuanyuan Yu, and eleven faint roars and roars echoed faintly in the air.
The demon seed Black Lotus in Xuanyuan Yu's soul began to move, as if responding to these spiritual seeds.
A mysterious wave spread from Xuanyuan Yu's body and swept towards the eleven spiritual seeds, trying to absorb all the spiritual seeds into Xuanyuan Yu's body.
"Hmph, a mere ownerless demon species dares to make trouble in front of me."
At the moment when the demonic black lotus in Xuanyuan Yu's body moved, Ling Yun Gourd suddenly opened his eyes, waved his sleeves, and a green light swept out and entered Xuanyuan Yu's body, suppressing the depths of his soul.
The strange movement of the black lotus.
Phew~
The moment the movement in his body disappeared, Xuanyuan Yu was already sweating profusely and breathing heavily.
At that moment, Xuanyuan Yu even felt the breath of death.
"Yu'er, please thank Immortal Kunlun quickly."
Xuanyuan's kind and gentle voice rang in Xuanyuan Yu's ears, gradually calming down the fear in his heart.
"Thank you, Immortal."
After saying that, Xuanyuan Yu bowed to the Ling Yun Gourd.
Seeing the Ling Yun Gourd casually waving his hand to signal Xuanyuan Yu to leave, Ancestor Xuanyuan didn't care. Looking at the eleven spiritual seeds suspended in the air, he pondered for a long time and finally came up with a bold guess.
Patriarch Xuanyuan looked at Xie Heng and asked tentatively:
"I dare to ask fellow Daoist Xie, what are these eleven light groups?"
"Could it be..."
"Fellow Taoist has a sharp eye and is indeed the spiritual seed of the other eleven Yuanling phantoms."
Xie Heng nodded slightly and said calmly.
"As expected."
Patriarch Xuanyuan glanced at the jade gourd in Xie Heng's hand and sighed inwardly.
"It is indeed a treasure, it has such miraculous effects."
Thinking of this, Patriarch Xuanyuan's eyes flashed, he glanced vaguely at the indifferent Ling Yun Gourd, and said slowly:
"Thank you, fellow Daoist, do you have a way to resurrect all these eleven spiritual seeds?"
After Patriarch Xuanyuan finished speaking, everyone suddenly became excited and looked at Xie Heng with burning eyes.
Seeing the anticipation and anxiety in everyone's eyes, Xie Heng shook the gourd in his hand and smiled:
"It's not resurrection, it's rebirth."
"Xie is going to use the infinite luck of the human race to breed these eleven spiritual seeds again."
"So, I wonder if you fellow Taoists are willing to give up part of your human luck to Xie."
Xie Heng looked at the royal ancestors in front of him calmly and waited for their answers.
Time passed slowly, and the noise outside the palace became more and more noisy. A bright moon gradually climbed into the sky, and the soft moonlight fell on the world, as if covering the bustling imperial city with a layer of quiet silver gauze.
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It's just that the hall of Prince Jin's Mansion was extremely quiet at this time, as if it formed two different worlds from the hustle and bustle outside the Prince's Mansion.
"I appreciate your friend's kindness."
After a long time, Patriarch Xuanyuan's frown finally relaxed. After a quick exchange of glances with several other people, his somewhat cloudy old eyes became smooth again.
"But the luck of the human race is not the private property of my Xuanyuan family. It is the hard work of the martyrs of the human race in the past generations and the hard work of countless human races over countless years."
Speaking of this, Patriarch Xuanyuan looked at Xuanyuan Yu apologetically and said slowly.
"I will never allow the luck of the human race to be traded, even if it is the twelve ghost spirits."
The moment Patriarch Xuanyuan finished speaking, Han Yifei, who was not far away, breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Patriarch Xuanyuan and the others, there was even more admiration and admiration in their eyes.
Xuanyuan Yu glanced at Patriarch Xuanyuan, smiled miserably, and stopped talking.
Even the lazy Ling Yun Gourd sat upright at this time and looked at Xuanyuan Patriarch and others quietly.
Seeing the firm gazes of Patriarch Xuanyuan and others, Xie Heng's eyes flashed with appreciation, but his voice became calmer.
"Fellow Taoists, why don't you think about it again?"
"According to Xie's knowledge, if Prince Jin really dies, then the direct bloodline of the royal family will be interrupted."
Speaking of this, Xie Heng paused slightly and continued.
"Even if you fellow Taoists don't consider the royal bloodline. Could it be that if these eleven Yuanling Shadow Spirit Seeds are just given up, the human race can't afford such a loss, right?"
"Haha, fellow Taoist, don't try to persuade me again."
Patriarch Xuanyuan interrupted Xie Heng’s persuasion and laughed:
"As the royal family of the human race, the first thing we think about is the future of the human race. Even if our bloodline is cut off, so what."
"As for the eleven spiritual seeds mentioned by fellow Taoist, I think they are not necessary."
Hearing this, Xie Heng's eyes flashed, and his eyes met Ling Yun Gourd's eyes vaguely, and then separated again.
"Oh? Then Xie would like to hear the details."
"Fellow Taoist, you just said that this is a back-up left by Emperor Zhuanxu for our human race, and the real twelve souls have already occupied the Twelve Moon Palace in the long river of time."
Speaking of this, Patriarch Xuanyuan's voice became calmer and more confident.
"As long as we, the human race, continue to sacrifice to the twelve souls, our luck will continue. In the end, the shadows of these twelve souls will definitely return to the human race through sacrifices."
"Fellow Taoist, I wonder if what I said is right?"
Bang bang bang!
Hearing this, Xie Heng clapped his hands and praised:
"Fellow Taoist is indeed very wise, that's true."
"However, if Xie uses this thing to exchange part of the human race's luck, fellow Taoists, do you know if that's okay?"