The Heaven’s Jailer

"Any questions?"

Liu Lang asked Yi Xingchen back.

"Of course there is a problem, and the problem is big."

Yi Xingchen said indignantly: "You know better than me what's going on in the Hua Shenhai, that is a group of bandits, relying on stealing the fruits of the soul race, will have today, sooner or later, one day, I will drive them out of the soul city. "

"Don't you think it is a waste to drive them out of the Soul Race?" Liu Lang shook his head and smiled, and said to Yi Xingchen.

"Waste? Where is it?" Yi Xingchen frowned and asked.

"Yes, you succeeded in rebirth from a drop of blood, but you count it with your fingers. Now, how many people are there in the Soul Race?"

Liu Lang asked Yi Xingchen.

"Several people?"

Yi Xingchen calculated a little, "If you count you, it should be three."

One is himself, one is Ye Ruolan, who is 100% of the soul clan who is unknown, and there is another Liu Lang who has undergone the transformation of the Golden Soul Pill but is not very pure, and there are exactly three.

"You also know that there are only three people, just three people, do you think you can revive the soul race?" Liu Lang carefully guided Yi Xingchen.

"It almost meant it." Yi Xingchen thought for a while and replied.

"It's not that it's almost, it's that it's gone."

Liu Langzheng said: "As far as the Yu clan is concerned, the small world outside is not counted. It is tens of millions for the direct line and the offspring. Old Yi, how long do you think it takes to survive? Give birth to these tens of millions?"

"This is hard to say!"

Yi Xingchen poked his teeth and said.

In fact, under the rules of the starry sky, the higher the cultivation base of the cultivator, the lower the fertility rate. If you want to go from three people to tens of millions, it will take hundreds of thousands of years to conservatively estimate. What's more, the soul race is withdrawing from the core. After the Star Territory, there have been major problems in the reproduction of offspring, and it is not certain whether it can be born.

"So, you have to find another way."

Liu Lang inspired Yi Xingchen.

"A different way?" Yi Xingchen recalled a bit. Back then, it was a different way for him to refine himself into a golden soul pill.

"First of all, you have to face the reality and abandon the thought of blood first. Back then, the soul races were all the soul race bloodlines? When the ten thousand races were fighting for hegemony, the soul race was not the same as other strong races. Used? After the ten thousand races contended for hegemony, did those who survived and made great achievements in casual cultivators also become part of the soul race?"

Liu Lang's series of questions caused Yi Xingchen's thoughts to suddenly become active.

"What do you mean, you can turn the people of the sea of ​​transformation into soul race people?" Yi Xingchen asked suspiciously after a full five minutes of contemplation.

"Hua Shen Hai is originally practicing Soul Clan spells. If their Sea of ​​Consciousness is transformed into a Soul Clan, how different are they from the real Soul Clan?"

Before, Liu Lang got the method of transforming the sea of ​​knowledge from Yi Xingchen, and did not consider too long-term. At that time, he was thinking about how to deal with the three major forces, but now, he has the next step.

"However, the transformed Sea of ​​Consciousness cannot be passed on to the next generation. Even if a brand new soul race is created, how to continue is still a problem."

Yi Xingchen admitted that he was tempted.

Because of this, he began to consider follow-up.

"It can't be inherited, it is the transformation of generations. This is not too difficult." Liu Lang shrugged and said.

"Yes indeed!"

When Yi Xingchen awakened the person in his dream, Yi Xingchen realized that he had complicated an originally simple question.

Since the first generation can be transformed, the second and third generations can be transformed.

The method of transforming the sea of ​​knowledge was created by him. To be fair, the difficulty of applying it is not great at all.

However, Yi Xingchen pondered it carefully and felt that there was still a loophole.

"As the saying goes, the minds of non-my races must be different. The sea of ​​knowledge can be transformed, but people's thoughts cannot be changed. If the people who transform the sea of ​​gods have transformed the sea of ​​knowledge, what should those people do against the water?" Yi Xingchen Frowned.

"This requires you to solve it."

Liu Lang smiled and said, in fact, he had already thought of this question.

"I will solve it? How to solve it? Relying on my strong personality charm, can I influence those who transform the sea?" Yi Xingchen murmured while supporting his chin.

"You have the charm of a chicken feather!"

The black line in Liu Lang's forehead, "I mean, you should improve the method of transforming the sea of ​​knowledge as soon as possible, leaving behind. After the event is completed, who really dares to turn back and directly explode his sea of ​​knowledge. Drop."

"It's too insidious to do so!"

Yi Xingchen said with a smack.

"Too insidious?"

Liu Lang laughed and said: "At the beginning, when you designed me, why didn't you feel insidious? If it weren't for my auspicious nature, we could still talk face to face like this?"

"Ahem, the past is over, so don't mention it anymore." Yi Xingchen suddenly coughed up dry.

At the beginning, he refined himself into a golden soul pill, on the one hand to continue the soul clan, on the other hand, to continue himself.

If all goes well, his thoughts will replace Liu Lang's thoughts, to put it simply, it is to win the house.

Later, found it difficult to seize the house, Yi Xingchen even tried to merge his soul with Liu Lang's soul, of course, it failed in the end.

If you change to someone else, you will definitely have to turn your face, but Liu Lang still chose to retaliate with virtue. Although Yi Xingchen didn't say anything, he was still very grateful.

Because of this, Yi Xingchen, who was reborn from a drop of blood, had no reservations about Liu Lang.

Even if Liu Lang asked for all the secret techniques of the Soul Race a few days ago, Yi Xingchen didn't hesitate to give Liu Lang what he could and couldn't.

"Lao Yi, I planned all of these to help you revive the Soul Race. You must work harder to perfect the plan for transforming the sea of ​​consciousness."

Liu Lang told Yi Xingchen.

"Don't worry, seven days, at most seven days, I will give you a perfect plan."

Yi Xingchen thought for a moment, and assured Liu Lang with his chest.

The so-called perfect plan, to put it bluntly, is to secretly bury a bomb when transforming the sea of ​​consciousness, and replace it with someone else. It may be more difficult to complete the work.

But for Yi Xingchen, it couldn't be simpler.

After all, he created the method of transforming the sea of ​​knowledge, and he is familiar with every step of it.

"Seven days...just seven days!"

Liu Lang gave Tianqing Palace, invited Yuecheng, and Cangling Academy for ten days to consider. Now only one day has passed, that is to say, there are nine days left.

Yi Xingchen came up with a plan for seven days, and Liu Lang could actually verify it for the remaining two days.

After setting a time limit with Yi Xingchen, Liu Lang was afraid of disturbing Yi Xingchen, so his consciousness directly withdrew from the Heavenless Sacred Monument.

The next few days were calm and calm.

Until someone arrives.