The clone actually appeared strangely in his system warehouse, which shocked Su Yan. This shouldn't be. Su Yan didn't know what happened, and even took off his clone's clothes.

Bubble's body was very huge. Su Yan found a place and summoned his clone again. Fortunately, the clone's clothes were still worn on him, and everything else was fine.

After thinking about it, it should be because the body and the clone gathered too far, which caused the two to be disconnected and the clone to return. Moreover, with the help of the clone's memory, it also stayed at the learning part, and then there was an angina pectoris. As for what happened later, I didn't know anything.

Forget it, just pretend it will disappear for a while. I will explain it to my master when I go back in the future. Anyway, no one in the sect cares about him, the bad god. The only thing he cares about is Ling Yu, I just hope he doesn't worry.

Su Yan seemed to have thought of something, so he quickly took out the badge of Panlong Guild and tried to contact everyone. After all, he would definitely not be able to go back in a short time, and his clone was withdrawn again. What would be the 100,000 entrusted sacrifices every month?

Let’s discuss with everyone. Anyway, Master Ling Yu knows his identity, so let him take it and be a filial disciple.

But after this contact, I found that no one paid attention to it, even if Su Yan clicked and sent a message, it would be impossible. As the distance lengthened, even the communication equipment was completely cut off.

Su Yan came back dejectedly, squatted on the ground, and then summoned Xiaobai and threw one of its ribs out, picked them up, and threw them out again...

"I'll tell you two seniors, are you a little bored on the trip? After all, we are three living people," Su Yan really didn't have to go to the village and the back of the village.

The Eight Desolate War God Mo Fanchen guarded the coffin and kept staring at the corpse of the Immortal King Linglan, while the Dragon King Aokiji sat cross-legged and silent. Su Yan was originally a lively and active person, but now there are three living people, but they all didn't speak. Are they depressed?

Still no one spoke.

Su Yan stood up and came to Xuanyu's coffin, then took out the ancestral spirit fruit and handed it to Mo Fanchen: "Senior Mo, you have heard of my story, and there is nothing missing. There is also the Linglan Immortal King. This is the ancestral spirit fruit she has. I heard from Senior Qing that it can live a dead life and die, why not, you try it?"

Mo Fanchen looked at the human-faced fruit in Su Yan's jade box and shook his head: "You take it, it's useless to her."

Mo Fanchen, who heard the hoarse voice, finally spoke. Su Yan let out a sigh of relief and said, "If you haven't spoken for so few days, I'm afraid you will suffer from depression. What if you have something wrong and kill all the people."

"Actually, there is no way to resurrect the Immortal King of Linglan. As long as there is a spring milk in the old age, put her down and resurrect it after a while. Wusheng's wife Diewu will die for many years, and only a tear will be left, and she will be resurrected, not to mention her complete body." As soon as Su Yan finished speaking, Mo Fanchen turned his head suddenly and grabbed Su Yan's hand.

"What did you just say?"

At this moment, even Aokiji, who was meditating with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and a gleam burst out in his eyes: "Yes, why did I forget this? It is very likely. However, if you want to resurrect an immortal king, you must have a large amount. Moreover, Linglan was originally transformed by forests, and vitality will be of great blessing to her!"

Su Yan swallowed: "Senior, did I forget to tell you the love story about Wusheng and his wife when I told you before?"

Mo Fanchen nodded: "I have never heard of it, so say it quickly."

"Okay, this is a long story, so I'll just say it short. By the way, a long time ago, there was a very simple and cute woman from the feather tribe. One day, she ran out to play and met..."

Su Yan began to write about Wusheng and what he helped him fulfill his wish.

After hearing this, Mo Fanchen's originally desperate heart finally began to burn again. Su Yan said right, there is a high probability that it can save Linglan. He is not alone.

"That's right, but in the starry sky, you don't know how rare the old spring milk is. Sometimes it's hard to find even one or two drops. It's all sky-high, let alone a large number of them.

And there are only such a huge number of people in our true world. The so-called ancient battlefield exists, but we still have to return to the origin and resurrect Linglan. We still have to open the Jiuli true world. However, the mysterious thing in the true world is still there. I guess we will be killed as soon as we enter." Aokiji said.

"What should I do?" It can be seen that Mo Fanchen seemed to be open this time, and he had a new passion for the life in front of him. After all, he had the opportunity to resurrect Ling Lan.

Aokiji looked at Mo Fanchen and shook his head: "Our strength alone is not possible at all, so I plan to return to the Dragon Realm first, and then slowly find a way. If you want to save her, you might as well take advantage of this time to repair your Eight Desolate Spears. At that time, you will have the right to speak."

After Aokiji finished speaking, he glanced at the Xuanyu coffin and continued to meditate, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After hearing Aokiji's words, Mo Fanchen stretched out his hand and the damaged Eight Desolate Sphur appeared in his palm, then looked at Su Yan: "Thank you!"

"No need to thank you, it's all my own..." Before Su Yan finished speaking, he seemed to be polite, and then sat next to the coffin, with his hands surging, constantly breaking into the war halberd.

"Damn!" Su Yan suddenly became angry. Are these so-called gods of war so arrogant? Can't they speak well?

Su Yan sat aside with some grievance, put his hands on his chest, and began to sulk.

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The new dragon realm is very far away and is very remote. After all, the Jiuli Zhen Realm was the last to merge into it, and it was almost the same that could be divided in the starry sky. You must know that the first Daochen Zhen Realm alone would merge nearly 20,000 years earlier than the Jiuli Zhen Realm.

The starry sky is very big, and it is hard to imagine. The ancient gods and ancient beasts in the starry sky have lived here for no reason. It can be said that this is their home, but for this home, I have only investigated less than 70%.

Now all the real worlds, plus the snatched territory, only account for half of the ancient gods. You can think about how huge the starry sky is.

Moreover, the high danger coefficient is unimaginable. This is why the ancient gods have hid in the depths of the starry sky for so long and the real world dare not investigate further. Because if you don’t pay attention, you will end up being wiped out. You don’t know how you died.

At present, the area that dares to explore is so big, and there is only one piece of cake. In order to catch up with the speed of other real worlds and for new resources, Jiuli Realm has to explore deeper, open up, and garrison, which also makes their losses the greatest among all real worlds.
Chapter completed!