Chapter 1693 The Art of Resurrection

"You have a low cultivation level now. Those top-grade immortal weapons cannot exert their power in your hands. Moreover, every man is innocent and has a guilty convict, which will attract you to others' covetition."

Jiufang Mingyue explained lightly.

He Sheng nodded to express his understanding.

As he spoke, Jiufang Mingyue took out another piece of jade pendant, "You can use this sword technique of slaughtering Qianlong to practice!"

He Sheng then showed an excited smile. Although Jiufang Mingyue only gave him a medium-grade immortal sword, the Sword Technique of Tu Qianlong was created by Situ Ting, and its power cannot be underestimated.

After the Nine-Stand Mingyue passed on the magic of immortals, he asked He Sheng to practice well, but He Sheng did not leave.

"He Sheng, what else do you want?"

Jiufang Mingyue asked.

"Master, I have a question about immortal arts, would you like to ask?"

He Sheng felt that now was a time to ask how to resurrect the soul. After so long in the fairy world, he and Cheng Daotian had not found the art of resurrection.

Jiufang Mingyue gave a slight forehead, which was considered a positive response.

He Sheng was delighted, "It's such a master. I would like to ask, how can we resurrect the soul of the dead?"

Jiufang Mingyue frowned at He Sheng. She didn't understand why He Sheng asked such a question?

Resurrecting the dead, there is indeed such a magic technique in the cultivation world, but it is so difficult to achieve this goal in the end. When her fiancé died in battle, Jiu Fang Mingyue wanted to use the method of resurrection to call him back to her side more than once.

Unfortunately, her fiancé died in the battlefield and even her soul was destroyed on the battlefield. She did not have the prerequisites for resurrection, and it was impossible for her to be a ghost to accompany her.

But even if there is a soul, it is difficult to resurrect the dead. There are many powerful people such as true immortals and immortals in the cultivation world. When their life span is about to end, they have thought of ways to resurrect from the dead, but there are very few things that can be achieved. First, because the stronger the creatures are, the harder it is to be resurrected, and second, because resurrection requires many harsh conditions.

Jiufang Mingyue noticed that He Sheng was very concerned about this issue, and she was unwilling to perfunctory He Sheng, even though she knew that He Sheng could not do it at all.

"If the soul is well preserved, there are three ways to resurrect the dead!"

The bright moon in the nine directions said seriously.

Three! He Sheng was very surprised. Since there were three ways to show that it was not too difficult for him to revive Brother Dead and Master. After all, the more solutions, the more options he had to choose!

"I would like to ask my master for advice!"

Jiufang Mingyue looked at He Sheng's happy expression and sighed slightly in her heart. She understood that He Sheng must have wanted to resurrect someone who was very important to him, just like herself at the time, but the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. At this moment, she almost expected that after He Sheng learned the difficulty of resurrecting a person, she felt desperate.

"The first is to refine the soul-living pill."

Soul Pill?

When He Sheng heard this name, he guessed that this was a pill that could revive the soul. It was indeed the fairy world! Even this kind of elixir that was against the will of heaven existed.

He has heard many mythological stories, in which the elixir of resurrection are all gods in heaven.

However, Jiufang Mingyue's next words made He Sheng a little unhappy.

"Refining this soul-living pill requires nine spiritual medicines. These spiritual medicines are extremely rare. If they were not extinct, they would have grown in very dangerous places or occupied by powerful forces."

After hearing this, He Sheng frowned. He was a doctor in the secular world. Naturally, he knew how precious those spiritual medicines that were like treasures were, but at least there was a way out. After all, Jiufang Mingyue knew the names of these medicinal herbs. Even if he went up to the mountain of swords and sea of ​​fire, he would still seek these spiritual medicines.

Therefore, He Sheng was not very discouraged. "Please tell your disciples about the spiritual medicine that refines this soul pill?"

Jiufang Mingyue was a little surprised. She thought He Sheng was discouraged by what she said. She never thought that He Sheng would really ask her for the pill recipe, hey! Maybe he had just entered the world of cultivation and didn’t know how rare these spiritual medicines were!

"These nine spiritual medicines are the Heavenly Spirit Fruit, Fire Ganoderma lucidum, Creation Spirit Wood, Holy Spirit Blood..."

Jiufang Mingyue did not disturb He Sheng's confidence, but instead told them out one by one. She wanted to wait until He Sheng looked for the medicine, she would give up!

He Sheng wrote down the nine spiritual medicines one by one. Although you can tell that these spiritual medicines are rare just by listening to the name, there is always hope that they are not.

"Master, you just said there are two other ways, what are they?"

He Sheng asked.

Jiufang Mingyue paused for a moment, "The other two methods are contrary to the laws of heaven. I don't want you to really do it, but since you ask, I'd better tell you!"

"The second method is to seize the body. If the soul is reborn in the body of other people, that person will die. However, those who can carry the soul must be highly similar to the soul himself in terms of physical constitution and bloodline. Generally, those who use the art of taking the body are the blood relatives of the soul."

Many powerful people in the cultivation world master this technique, but not many of them can really attack their own blood.

Ah! He Sheng couldn't help but open his mouth wide. It seemed that he couldn't use this technique of taking over the body. Brother Death and his master's blood relatives were no longer alive.

"What's the last method for Master?"

Jiufang Mingyue looked at He Sheng, and her face was very complicated, and she was even unwilling to say this method.

"The last, and the most inhumane, is called sacrifice and soul-summoning technique. This technique requires massacre of tens of thousands of living people to sacrifice, and then recast the body with the flesh and blood of living people. I will not pass this technique to you."

He Sheng swallowed. Even if Jiufang Mingyue didn't have the last sentence, He Sheng would not use this magic to revive Brother Dead and Master Dead. One reason was that he was dissatisfied with his conscience. The other reason was that if Brother Dead and Master Dead knew this method, he might not agree to do so. He slaughtered tens of thousands of people for the sake of the resurrection of the two, and this method was directly abandoned by He Sheng.

It seems that the most likely thing to do is to refine the soul-living pill.

"Thank you, Master, I understand. I won't use the last two methods."

He Sheng expressed his opinion on the bright moon in the nine directions.

Jiufang Mingyue nodded with relief. He Sheng was very satisfied with how he thought of this.

"Okay, you go down and practice immortal arts!"

Jiufang Mingyue issued another order to expel guests.

He Sheng did not refuse this time and walked out of the room directly.

As soon as he came out, a maid was waiting outside.

"Young Master He, please come with me. I have already cleaned up the room for you."

At this time, the maid's tone of speaking was a little gentler, and she hid her contempt in her heart very well.

He Sheng nodded, "Please lead the way!"

After the maid made a gesture of invitation, she took He Sheng to a room at the edge of the Mingyue Palace Cave. Although this room was several times better than the wooden house in the kitchen, it was the room farthest from the Mingyue in the nine squares. He Sheng didn't care too much about it. It was just a residence, and where was it not cultivation?

Just as He Sheng was in the room and settled down, another maid knocked on the door and walked in. The maid had a strong impatient look on her face.

"Young Master He, there is a husband who claims to be your uncle who asks for a visit."

The maid deliberately bit the word "官网" very stiff. Obviously, in her opinion, He Sheng is the way for the villain to rise after he succeeds. Today it was my uncle who came here, and tomorrow it might be someone of a grandparent.

What a group of local buns who have never seen the world!
Chapter completed!