After hearing his words, Qing Huang whispered: "I also feel familiar, but I just can't remember seeing him somewhere."

"At the beginning, before we entered the space of the ancient spiritual tomb group, do you still remember the ruins of the old palace ruins?" Guan Heng said: "And then on the tombstones halfway up the mountain, there were traces of the ancient characters everywhere."

"Yes!" Qing Huang whispered: "You are right. Calculate it. This is the third time you and I have seen these words. Can you explain what the specific meaning is?"

"It's just words that comfort the dead of the dead, and it also means remembering the dead of the dead."

As he said that, Guan Heng stretched out his hand and gently stroked the wall, and then whispered: "Comfort my spiritual race, fight hard, warriors use their lives, the child loses his father, day and night, when will he calm down... Comfort my spiritual race, struggle for survival, closeness and harmony, time changes, the world changes, the past is the same."

"These words sound so sad." Guan Heng nodded and agreed, "Yes."

But the two people suddenly heard a "rake" sound not far ahead, which was heard after Guan Heng recited the ancient words on the wall. Qing Huang found that the round bowl in his palm also shone with a faint light, and immediately spoke: "Let's go, let's go over and take a look."

Turning forward and walking dozens of steps, they both suddenly found that there was a huge space in front of them. The top of the wall was seven or eight feet away from the ground, covered with various types of hanging stalagmites. A tombstone carved by a whole huge rock stood alone in front of them.

There are countless eternal soul powers lingering around the rock tombstone, and there are also rays of breath connected to the spiritual bone bowl in Qing Huang's hand, and they seem to be communicating with each other.

"It's so strange. Can these soul powers have their own consciousness?" Qing Huang asked casually: "Aheng, do you know where they come from?"

"Well..." When Guan Heng, who was already thinking in his heart, suddenly looked up and said, "Maybe, the ancient soul power has a great relationship with the ancient spiritual race!"

"Who? Who mentioned the name of the 'spiritual clan' again?" Suddenly, a low voice sounded: "For so many years... I have never heard the name of my own clan. Strangers, where do you come from? But are you going to be enemies with me?"

"Hahaha, who are you? We don't even know your identity, and we have no way to talk about whether we are enemies or friends. If you want to know our purpose, should you show your true body first? This is the politeness you deserve?"

Hearing Guan Heng's words, the voice fell silent for a few breaths, and then whispered again: "I... never communicate with strangers, but there are special exceptions."

"Oh?" Hearing the other party's tone, Guan Heng and Qing Huang looked at each other and immediately had a wonderful feeling.

Immediately afterwards, the voice continued: "I am the spiritual body derived from the longest-standing remains in the ancient spiritual tomb group. You can call me "spiritual master". If you can prove that you are from the spiritual world and belong to one of our clans, you can show up and talk."

"It's easy." Guan Heng, Qing Huang smiled immediately when he heard this, and then released the original power in his body, "Huh--swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-s

"This, this is indeed the original power of the ancient spiritual race, which is great!" When he said this, he was quick, and the master of the voice immediately shook the huge stone tablet in front of the two people, and suddenly appeared. They looked closely and found that it was a soul body shining with white light.

The white light soul body, that is, the ancient spiritual master, suddenly flew to Guan Heng. His appearance was blurry, but in an instant, he stretched out a light claw to slap Guan Heng at the door of the face.

"What do you want to do?" Qing Huang was shocked when he saw this scene. Subconsciously reached out to grab the blue spirit sword on his waist, but Guan Heng said, "Don't worry, he has no murderous aura."

"Young man, thank you for your trust in me." As soon as Ling Zun finished speaking, the claw of Light had gently touched Guan Heng's forehead.

In an instant, Guan Heng took the initiative to transmit the memory of the spiritual world in his brain to the Spirit Lord through contact. He knew that the other party wanted to read these stories and understand the current situation in the spiritual world.

After counting breaths, the Spirit Lord slowly withdrew his light claws. He murmured to himself: "So that's it. Have the other ancient spiritual blood descendants basically disappeared? Only the Spirit King lineage is still there. You are planning to resurrect the Spirit King's daughter to collect the remains of ancient spirits, right?"

"Yes, Senior Lingzun, do you think the resurrection plan of the Spirit King is feasible?"

Hearing Qing Huang's question, Ling Zun fell silent again. After a while, he said: "The fate of life and death is originally... irreversible, but in ancient times, there were indeed spiritual people who could use the 'strange power' to resurrect the young dead who died young. This is feasible, but it requires special methods."

"Senior, do you know this method?"

"Of course, although I am a spiritual body, I have the wisdom left by the ancient spiritual race, so I naturally have some understanding of the people who resurrected this tribe."

The Spirit Lord nodded and said, "In fact, the method chosen by the Spirit King is basically correct. It is appropriate to collect complete soul bodies and ancient spiritual remains, but you still have to have what I mentioned 'strange power'."

"Strange power... Are you talking about..." When the other party mentioned it repeatedly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Guan Heng's mind.

"Senior, this is the strange power you mentioned, right?" As he said that, Guan Heng suddenly spread his palms and a breath of spinning into a sphere suddenly appeared.

When the Spirit Lord saw this thing, he immediately shouted: "The power of the five elements? Do you actually have this kind of thing? Yes, this is the strange power I mentioned. In ancient times, many talented tribe members had mastered this kind of supernatural power, but each had its own deviations. No one could all integrate and maintain equality, and completely use it for their own use."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment before continuing to say, "Well, after having this thing, you are indeed more confident in resurrecting the girl, but you are still missing some kind of 'most critical item'."

Hearing this, Qing Huang blurted out, "What is that?"

"Haha, holding another item in addition to the remains of the spirit clan will double the chance of resurrection of the deceased. That is, a soul body derived from an ancient spirit clan that has not disappeared after countless years!"

"The soul body of the ancient spiritual race?!" After hearing the other party's words, Guan Heng and Qing Huang's bodies were shocked. They thought to themselves: "Isn't this mean, yes..."

"Looking at your expressions, I seem to guess what I am going to say. Yes, the key to resurrecting that little girl is my spirit."
Chapter completed!