The Legend of Douba Resurrection

"Then I'll go to His Majesty's place now and ask for the remains of the eight Fighting Saints, but it will take some time, about four days."

Xiao Yan suddenly got up and said.

"I'll wait for you to come back before doing anything, go back quickly."

Xiao Xuan also got up and said.

"Ancestor, teacher, wait for my good news."

After the words fell, Xiao Yan's figure completely disappeared in the hall.

"Yaochen may delay your time for about two months, soul clan, oh no, is that soul palace going to take the opportunity to attack your Sifang Pavilion?"

Xiao Xuan looked at Yao Laodao apologetically.

"Probably not. The high level of the Soul Palace comes directly from the Soul Clan. The Soul Palace has been slow to launch a general attack on our Sifang Pavilion. It seems that because the Soul Clan is planning some big event, so the power has been involved."

Yao Lao waved his hand, signaling Xiao Xuan not to care.

"Since that's the case, then you can stay in the Heavenly Tomb for the rest of the year. How about I help you become a Four-Star Fighting Saint?"

Seeing that Yao Lao threw Li at him, Xiao Xuan immediately rewarded him with Tao.

"Okay, then thank you very much."

Yao Lao was startled and laughed slightly.

Some time ago, he had worked hard in the Heavenly Tomb for two years, and he had faintly touched the barrier of the four-star Dou Sheng, but he still had some time to pierce it.

He originally thought that it might take about three years for him to advance again, but he didn't expect that Xiao Xuan promised to help him this time, which was really a surprise.

ps: first update

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Two days later.

In front of the ancient emperor's cave.

"What did you say? A group of powerful people are going to be resurrected, this time a total of eight people? What do you think of me as the Emperor? Are you moving the blood bank?!"

Zhu Kun looked at Xiao Yan expressionlessly.

The majestic momentum locked Xiao Yan firmly like a mountain rain, and Xiao Yan, who was trembling with fright, swallowed silently, and said cautiously: "Your Majesty, no, uncle, I don't want yours this time." Essence and blood, I want to borrow the remains of the eight fighting saints."

"Wow!"

The terrifying murderous aura like Tianwei disappeared completely in an instant.

"Hey! You said it earlier, get up, what are you doing kneeling on the ground? It's so cold on the ground."

Zhu Kun, whose face was frosty just a second ago, immediately opened his mouth with a smile.

"Ahem, it's mainly because I'm a little tired from the journey, so I knelt down for a rest."

Xiao Yan patted his robe without changing his expression, got up and said.

"Well, since I borrowed it, will I return it to the emperor in the future?"

Zhu Kun looked at Xiao Yan with a smile and said.

"Uh... If there is a chance, I will definitely return it."

Xiao Yan started talking nonsense with his eyes open.

"Hey, of course you brat is shameless, and I'm convinced too. Well, I collected the remains of [-] opponents in total, and they were used up by Yaochen and Tianhuo later. Twenty-five."

"Choose it yourself, it's fine if you pick them all, anyway, they're all dead, so it's useless to keep them. It's useless to revive the senior experts of your Xiao clan."

Zhu Kun sneered.

Immediately with a wave of his hand, twenty-five ice coffins appeared on the square.

"Hey, don't take all of them, just eight."

Xiao Yan smiled embarrassingly.

It's just that the movements of his hands were not slow, and he immediately picked out the remains of the eight fighting saints and received them in the ring.

"Xiao Yan, if you have time, let your ancestor Xiao Xuan come here to meet me, I am very interested in him."

Zhu Kun flicked his finger lightly in the void, and all the remaining ice coffins on the ground disappeared again.

"Yes, ancestor Xiao Xuan will definitely come to visit you in person. And your majesty's great kindness to my Xiao family, I will never forget it!"

Xiao Yan bowed deeply to Zhu Kun.

Zhu Kun turned his back and waved his hands, signaling Xiao Yan to leave.

"call out!"

A faint light darted towards the outside world.

"Hey! No one chats with me anymore!"

An extremely boring sigh sounded over the square.

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