Chapter 717 The Soul Old

You should know that soul-summoning techniques are not successful every time. There is only one-percent chance of being less than one percent, which is pitiful. And each use will damage the life span of a hundred years to the caster, which is too expensive. Therefore, in general, even if someone learns this secret method, it is impossible to rescue people casually!

Overall, they were lucky and succeeded in one go!

In the middle of the tent, there was an old man standing. The old man was not tall, hunched, skinny, short, and wrinkled on his face.

But what is chilling is that his face is very pale, with a morbidity, and two green beans emitted in the deep eye sockets, which are small and intimidating!

He is the famous person who has learned the art of soul-summoning! Even the Emperor Dongxia is standing aside at this moment, looking like he is a junior!

In front of the old man, there was a table with a transparent crystal box on it. Inside the box, there were rays of light intertwined and wandering, which seemed very magical.

The faint light was the soul of Donghuang Wuji!

This was collected by the old man at the cost of losing his life span of a hundred years and spent a lot of effort to collect it on the ring.

Everyone looked at the faint soul in the crystal box and felt sad. The Donghuang Wuji, who was once domineering and arrogant in the world, has now fallen to this point, which makes people feel complicated.

"Soul Old Man, is there any hope of completely resurrecting Wuji?" Emperor Dongxia asked.

The old man named Hun Old looked for a while and sighed: "Yes, there are, but the price is too high."

His voice was hoarse, like a nail slashing through the glass, making people feel cold in his skin!

"I would like to ask the old man to make it clear that no matter what the cost is, I will save Wuji." Emperor Dongxia said in a deep voice.

"He has summoned his soul now, but he is a dead person after all, and his true subconscious mind has not yet completely recovered. If he wants to completely recover his subconscious mind, it is equivalent to resurrecting it. I am afraid that only by using the most treasure of the clan, the "Nine-Turn Immortal Pill", can he do it." The old man said slowly.

Nine-turn Immortal Pill!

Hearing this, everyone present was shocked!

This is an incredible treasure in the clan, which was refined by the original ancestor Donghuang Taiyi, and can be left to people in the tribulation period and used to overcome the great disasters of heaven and earth.

There is only one in the clan and it has never been used!

Because that person symbolizing a "ancestral realm" is used to resurrect Donghuang Wuji's soul, it would be too useless!

After all, if a person in the clan who is at the peak of tribulation appears and continues to take it, he may be able to break through the ancestral realm and win the world.

Upon hearing this, the corners of Emperor Dongxia's mouth twitched suddenly!

The amount of this pill is too heavy. It can be said that hundreds of millions of cultivators in the world are not as valuable as the pill. Even he did not expect that the price would be so high.

"Oh, the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill, just the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill. As long as Wuji is resurrected and breaking through the ancestral realm in the future, it will definitely be expected. It will not be a waste to use it on him." Emperor Dongxia's face changed for a while, and finally, he gritted his teeth and said.

Obviously, this decision hurts a lot for him.

"Well, I will discuss it with the elders. If half of them support it, there will be no problem." The soul elder nodded!

It was not surprising that Donghuang Wuji's potential is definitely terrifying!

If he could really break through the ancestral realm, the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill will not be wasted if he was used on him.

"Then I'll be old." Emperor Dongxia bowed.

He knew that the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill was too expensive and could not be decided by a certain tribe. If you want to use this pill, the elders of the tribe must vote.

"Don't worry, those old guys, although they are old and can't transform, still appreciate Wuji's children very much. I believe that if they agree, the problem should not be big." Hun Lao coughed a few times and said.

"Old soul, you are in good health." Emperor Dongxia said to him.

"Oh, I haven't had a few years of life to live. This time I used the soul-suming technique to lose my life span. The deadline is really coming. It seems that I have to prepare for my funeral." The soul elder waved his hand and said calmly.

After living for a long time, he seemed to have long put his life and death aside!

Emperor Dongxia was ashamed. He knew that this time, letting the soul master use his soul-summoning technique was equivalent to indirectly "killing" the famous person.

But for the sake of Donghuang Wuji, he had to notify the other party.

"Don't be ashamed, my old bones will die if I die. Being able to do something for the clan before I die is considered a death. However, Wuji's child is famous and was defeated by Wang Teng. If it is passed on to the Hui clan, those old guys will probably be dissatisfied." Hun Lao said again.

"Don't worry, after Wuji recovers, he will definitely be able to kill Wang Teng. This time he is too careless and underestimated the enemy. If he really confronts him, Wang Teng will not be Wuji's opponent." Emperor Dongdongxia said with murderous intent.

When talking about Wang Teng, he wanted to tear that kid into pieces!

"Well, if you fall from there, get up from where you fall, this is the quality of a good man." The old man nodded, turned his head and looked at the weak soul light in the crystal box, and sighed: "Wuji, since he practiced the ancient Nine-Character Divine Art, he has been smooth sailing all the way and has never suffered a defeat. This failure is hoped that for him, it will be a lesson for him to understand that the world is so great that he is not the only one, and he should not underestimate the people of the world. In this way, he can reach a higher field and win the world in the future."

Hun Lao coughed a few times, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding!

Obviously, this soul-torture was too expensive for him!

He was originally very thin, like a gust of wind that could be blown down, and now he was more like a candlelight in the wind, as if he would be extinguished at any time, and he died here.

However, even though he looked old, everyone here was extremely respectful to him.

Because the old man of Soul is of great generation in the clan and has lived a long life span. A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Whoever thinks he is an old man who is about to die and dares to have any disrespect, he will definitely suffer a lot.

Therefore, everyone listened to his words with utmost care.

"And that boy Wang Teng, is he that powerful?" The old man suddenly changed his mind and asked.

The Donghuang clan had naturally inquired about the relationship between Wang Teng and Minqing.

According to the information provided by the clan, when the heroes were held in the Heavenly Clan, Wang Teng was just a kid in the realm of the Martial Emperor!

In a blink of an eye, it was only a year before Wang Teng reached this point, which still made him feel a little incredible.

"Well, this kid is very tough, facing difficulties all the way, and his strength has improved by leaps and bounds. He has made great progress over the past year and cannot be compared." Emperor Dongxia nodded. Speaking of this, even he had to praise him!

It is indeed a great idea for a poor boy who has no background and came out of the remote countryside in the northwest to be able to get to this point on the core continent.
Chapter completed!