Even Yuan Zun couldn't use Xiao Meng who was fused with immortal fire to resurrect a dead person, because although the power of Nine Yang Fire was gradually recovered, the original effect was suppressed by his and Xiao Meng's realm.
"Then do you want to resurrect him?"
Han Bichi hesitated again and again, but when she saw that Yuan Zun did not give her direct instructions, she jumped back and asked with lingering fear.
"If you can do it, of course it is better to let him live for a while. After all, some things are better to be asked clearly from the person's mouth!"
Han Bichi nodded, squatted down next to the warrior who had just died, swallowed lightly, and then made seals with his jade hands to perform the Three Desolations and Three Lives Art.
The completely spread mandala pattern on the chest showed two completely different forms, one withered and one with full bloom.
On the right side of the lush flowers, it seemed that endless vitality was pouring into Han Bichi's body, following her arms and palms, and falling into the body of the warrior who had just died.
Seeing this scene, Yuan Zun was a little surprised. Of course, he also thought of the scene when he first met Han Bichi.
It is normal for this girl to be able to rely on her own abilities and methods, combined with her own bloodline and advantages, to create these three desolations and three lives.
While contemplating, Yuan Zun could already see the corners of the dead warrior's mouth trembling!
This is a sign that after Han Bichi poured vitality into this person's body, his heart began to revive and beat again. Although the spiritual energy and sea of ââââqi could not be restored, there should be no problem if he wanted him to open his eyes and speak.
"Poison! Poison! Poison!"
Suddenly, under the influence of vitality, the warrior opened his dark eyes and spat out poison three times in a row!
"What poison and who?"
"Soul clan! Soul-eating and bone-eating poison!"
After saying a few incoherent words, the man closed his eyes again and finished what he wanted to say most before he died.
Han Bichi frowned, her jade hands trembled slightly, and her pretty face turned red. Finally, she could no longer pour the vitality into this person's body. After giving up, she gasped for air.
"No, the poison accumulated in his body is too strong. Even my vitality power cannot keep him alive for a while."
Yuan Zun stretched out his hand to pull her up and said, "That's enough."
Looking at the corpses scattered all over the place again, his eyes became more solemn and deep: "Soul clan? Soul-eating and bone-eating poison!?"
"The reason why this warrior can only regenerate his vitality within three to five seconds is not only because the poison accumulated in his body is very strong, but also because his soul is no longer in this body!"
"It's simply a miracle that he can still speak a few sentences that he didn't finish before he died! Maybe it's because he still has obsessions in his heart."
Yuan Zun signaled Han Bichi to take a rest, but he understood something.
This small island located in the deep sea is a place where the bones of those who have been poisoned by the soul-eating and bone-eating poison are piled. In other words, it is a place where the soul clan specially discards poisoned warriors.
Yuan Zun already knows the races and distribution of the Jiutian World. There are a total of ninety-nine spiritual races in the third to sixth heavens, but he wonders if this soul race is one of them?
This place is the third heaven. In other words, if this soul race really exists, is it a race of the third heaven?
Although Yuan Zun was guessing these things in his mind, he could not guarantee their accuracy. If the Soul Clan really existed in the third heaven, then he would really have to be careful.
The methods and practices of this tribe made him quite displeased, and they were also strange.
Since they were poisoned by the soul-eating and bone-eating poison, why not just turn them into flying ashes without leaving any traces, but keep all the warriors who were poisoned by this poison on this small island.
"Shua"
Just as Yuan Zun was meditating, a faint luster flashed across the horizon, and a black shadow fell directly from the sky!
It is also a corpse, exactly the same as what happened just now!
As the corpse fell to the ground, there was a roar. After it was blown away by the sea breeze, Yuan Zun just stared at the motionless sky again, his eyes becoming more and more surprised!
Did that subtle, non-fluctuating fluorescence cut through the air just now? And it also threw these corpses over from somewhere else?
"How can it be!?"
Unknowingly, Yuan Zun was sweating a little behind his back.