boy and bone

Suvin Monroe reluctantly picked up a small handful of ashes from under the dry bonfire and brought them out. He couldn't give up. Gray would definitely be alive. With the proof from more than 200 years later, he couldn't give up. He firmly believed There must be some way to bring Gray back to life.

Su Wen almost immediately thought of a person, he must know how to revive a dead person.

"Teacher! Teacher!" Su Wen hurriedly returned to the hidden university city by teleportation array. He took Grai's ashes and pushed open the door of a library. Inside was a hundred-year-old elder , slowly picking up various herbs displayed on the long table.

"Teacher Yidi Nongman! Please guide me in the technique of resurrection!" Su Wen asked.

Looking at the small bag of ashes, the elder was slightly taken aback: "The art of resurrection is an ancient misrepresentation. There is no art of resurrection in the world."

"Yes, there must be. Please help me, teacher. Please tell me where the method is recorded."

The elder looked at the bag of ashes: "How long has this person been dead?"

"About three days or so."

The elder hesitated, and said: "There are many cases in the books on the use of the technique of resurrection, but none of them are successful. There are two reasons. First, the degree of physical damage. The preservation of the physical body is the primary factor after resurrection. If it is serious, it will produce a stiff action posture like a walking dead after resurrection, that is, life is worse than death; second, the best time is missed. The most difficult step in the resurrection technique is to summon the spirit son of the original owner of the body back to the world. No matter how much reluctance there is, the spirit son will leave the world and return to the Spirit River on the seventh day of the person's death, and will never return when the time passes."

"The ashes in your hand are undoubtedly the most difficult. It will take at least ten years for you to recover your body." The elder sighed.

At this time, someone came to knock on the door and said: "Mr. Yidnonman Felinyin, the No. 12 Shengwu original embryo has been completed, please accept it."

"..." The aged great sage patted Su Wen's shoulder lightly: "Please let your friend rest in peace. You have your own path, let him go back to the Spirit River."

The elder comforted: "You should continue your work. You left the underground factory suddenly a few days ago, so you must have heard the news of your friend's death. Fortunately, you did not delay the progress of Shengwu. Your friend's spirit The son must be watching you somewhere at this time, and he will want to see you doing your duty and no longer wallowing in sadness."

"Follow me to see our hard work. I don't know what kind of surprise this holy weapon will bring us." The elder's earnest words did not reach Su Wen's ears, and all Su Wen's thoughts were still entangled in his hands On the bag of ashes in the bag, he just followed in the footsteps of the elder by virtue of his habit, and returned to the factory that secretly manufactured holy weapons. He was able to witness the birth process of this handed down holy weapon, and he still wanted to thank the person who made him Advance the person in the wheel of time.

"This is the No. 12 original holy weapon. We haven't figured out its shape for the time being. Do you have any suggestions from the sage Felinyin?" Even the twelve holy weapons produced by the power of a country.

The elder said: "Bow, sword, crossbow, scepter, dragon horn, phoenix feather, ten rings, ninth book, saint's eye, thorn whip, fishbone spur... whoever gets one of these will be rewarded." Being able to guard a source of the highest curse like the bone centipede, three of them are enough to compete with the current devil king, and the eleven holy artifacts are enough to defend our peace and tranquility. If my lord can create another one A sacred artifact equal to it would be wasted repeatedly."

The court deacon said thoughtfully: "Indeed. My emperor is also thinking the same way. The role of holy weapons depends on the shape of the container that carries the original body. The previous eleven sacred objects that carried the original body were limited by the original container itself. They can only release holy weapons when they passively sense the curse, and they cannot control the range and strength of their release. They cannot actively and effectively exert all the power of holy weapons contained in the original fetus. They all need to choose a The right fighters will become their thoughts and lead the holy weapons. But things are dead things, and people's hearts are unpredictable. We can only guarantee the brightness of the holy weapons, but we cannot guarantee that the people who use the holy weapons will always be loyal. If someone can If we use holy weapons but take refuge in unrighteousness, our loss will be immeasurable."

The elder understands: "So you need to make some adjustments on this No.12 holy weapon, so that it can lead itself, and it is best to protect other holy weapons. After the change of the holy weapon's master, the Heart of Light, it can Take back his holy weapon in time without causing too much loss."

"That's right." The court deacon sighed: "But it's not easy, Mr. Sage has also seen it over the years. The eleven holy weapons have already consumed more than half of our country's financial and material resources. The original holy weapon with the same ability is already very difficult. This No.12 piece will be the last holy weapon. We have no more investment in the manufacture of holy weapons. Let alone let us think of ways to improve and adjust... ..."

The elder also had more than enough heart and energy: "I understand. Putting these eleven holy weapons into use is enough to cope with the current situation. Finding a suitable container form for the No. 12 holy weapon can be put on hold for now."

"Oh... If only my emperor could be as calm as the sage... My emperor ordered us to make all twelve holy weapons public to the world within one year." The court deacon was on the verge of reaching the peak of desperation.

At this time, there was a noise from the direction of a culture container in the factory.

The court deacon's heart sank suddenly, and he felt bad and hurried to check it. It turned out that a holy weapon was accidentally broken when the servant was wiping it. The servant with thick and fat fingers turned blue with fright: "Holy bow... ...My lord, I didn't mean it...My lord..."

"What's going on here? Broken?! Shengwu has a strong shield on its surface, even cutting off a heavy weapon may not be able to hurt it at all, how could it be easily broken by you!"

"My lord, the villain didn't do it on purpose. It's all because of the villain's hands. The villain has brute force from Xiaokong. Sometimes a little force will crush the things in his hands. What kind of knives, forks and wine barrels..."

"Then why are you assigned to do the delicate work of cleaning holy weapons?!" the court deacon said angrily.

"I'm sorry my lord, my lord, my lord, I'm sorry...I really need this job..."

The elder looked at the bow that was broken into two on the exhibition table, slowly picked it up, and said with relief: "Master Deacon, Shengwu is composed of many kinds of runes. It includes all the most profound magic in the world, ordinary breaking can not hurt it, if our sacred weapons are so fragile, how can we face enemies like wolves and tigers in the future."

As he said that, the elder put the broken parts of the two broken bows together, and saw a little golden liquid gushing out from the broken seam. In the blink of an eye, the broken bow was as good as before. The restoration rune in the book, when Shengwu encounters a strong enemy, if it is unable to resist and is smashed by the enemy or a curse, as long as it is given time to repair, as long as a small piece of its original embryo is brought back, it can be restored to its original state. Form. In this regard, it is the same as the curse, and the meaning of the Holy Martial Rune we created in the first place lies in this, so that it has enough power to rival the curse."

Following behind the elder, Su Wen, who had been out of his mind all this time, came to his senses when he heard this. He remembered his past, which was thrown away by him in the past six years later in 260. When he discovered that Grai could be magically guided by magic When he was injured by a blunt instrument, he stabbed Grai's calf with a knife, and at that time, an unknown golden crystal was mixed with the bright red liquid that gushed out from the wound on Grai's leg. With blood flowing out, he didn't know what it meant at that time...

Now, Su Wen suddenly turned his gaze to the deepest part of the underground factory, the square bronze container that contained the original embryo of the holy martial arts.

He clenched the ashes bag tightly in his hand, and while whispering in a language that outsiders could not understand, he walked towards the culture container of the original embryo as if possessed by a demon.

Seeing Su Wen's back, the elder called out, "Su Wen? What are you going to do?"

When he saw this shy and silent man wearing a half mask standing in the spotlight beside the No. 12 original embryo, holding the bag of his friend's ashes in his hand, the elder Shocked and stopped: "Su Wen, you should stay away from the original embryo container. Shengwu's recovery technique cannot restore your friend's body that has become a pile of ashes, and any magic can't. Please let him accept his fate calmly. If you do this, Not only will you not be able to revive your friends, but your ashes will also contaminate the original Shengwu embryo, and you will destroy everyone's hope."

"Su Wen!"

"Come on, go up and pull him down."

Quickly, the guards around the bronze altar stopped Su Wen's fatal move. In desperation, Su Wen untied the bag of ashes and threw it into the bronze altar. Most of the few ashes fell outside during the flying process, and the ashes that fell into the original embryo were even less...

"What have you done! Su Wen, you are so irrational! Too selfish!" The elder's calm voice was filled with a hoarse voice: "Because of the death of one person, you accompanied everyone's painstaking efforts for many years!"

Su Wen was suppressed to the ground by the guards, he said: "No, he will come back to life!"

"You are reckless, foolishly confident! Arrogant!"

"No, it's fate, it's the truth! I witnessed it with my own eyes!" Su Wen had a relieved smile on his face, and amidst everyone's puzzlement, he smiled and shook his head: "God, this is the truth." destiny……"

"You will pay for what you did today!"

As soon as the words fell, the golden water mist in the bronze altar suddenly rose like a backward waterfall, and the phosphorous carbon corpse powder bones scattered in the original embryo merged together and gradually gathered into a ball, a small skeleton was growing, Followed by the heart, the golden water mist was absorbed and gathered towards a single point in the skeleton, and finally the fresh red blood veins spread all over the body along the unformed bones.The cloth bag that originally contained the ashes seemed to grow along with it, as if a pair of hands stretched it into a gray-brown strip of cloth, which wrapped around the bone that was growing flesh and blood, wrapping the outline of the bone into a clear and Young figures.

Everyone else present couldn't believe it, only Su Wen looked at the gradually forming body, as if seeing an old friend he had been waiting for for a long time, and whispered: "Long time no see, Grai."

"It's not good...the devil! The devil has found this place!" A man stumbled into the factory.

The deacon of Lan En Palace felt that he was unlucky today: "How is it possible...the underground tunnel obviously has a hidden barrier...Quick, transfer the twelve holy weapons as quickly as possible."

The elder said: "Wait a minute. Try our results. The meaning of Shengwu's birth is to resist the curse."

The deacon said: "The holy weapons can only passively release holy martial runes. Before there is no suitable candidate, they may not be able to resist the demon king who has swallowed the cursed abyss and integrated his soul into the curse."

The elder said: "Have you forgotten, No.12 Shengwu does not need external guidance."

"But he's not awake yet. He's a work in progress."

"The stimulus of the curse can speed up the growth of Shengwu."

The building above the underground tunnel is a library. The elder pushed open the door of the library with his staff, and a familiar figure stood in front of the huge painted window leading directly to the vault.

The man turned around, his face was like a cold abyss, his gray eyes were full of despair and calmness, he took the lead and said: "Idnonman, you are still alive. He really lied to me that year."

"Ash Eugene, you have chosen the wrong path, as I expected."

Culis stroked the silver sword at his waist, and smiled slightly: "I didn't come to look for you. Suvin Monroe, he stole my things, and I need him to return it to me."

"He is not here. He has his own correct path, and I will not let you hinder him." The elder said.

"You always think badly about me, don't you?" Curriss said.

"Your nature is like this." The elder replied.

"You're right." Curris stopped talking nonsense and raised a column of black crystals to stab the elder in the direction.

Suddenly, a gap opened on the floor of the library, and a pair of golden wings rose from the gap. A figure covered in gray-brown bandages landed steadily on the ground, and the wings dissipated from his back at the same time.

Curris looked at it with great interest, as if this was a trick he had been tired of watching for a long time: "What is it this time? Did you invite angels? It turns out that I am so low-level in your eyes. To deal with the 'devil king', at least invite Come a god."

However, the silver sword under Kuris's hand buzzed at this moment.

The elder looked at the figure of No.12 Shengwu who was as small as a young sprout, and said: "You should wake up, please calm down all the unclean things in front of you."

With a movement of Shengwu's figure, his arm turned into a blade and rushed in front of Kuris. Kuris dodged to dodge, but the silver sword on his waist kept buzzing.The more intertwined with it, the more intensely familiar Curris can feel.

Every move of 'Sheng Wu' is very similar to Grai.Just like the almost peak speed and strength he had at the valley river castle that day.

Curris suddenly became angry: "You are disgusting."

He tried to imitate his beloved.

Kuris quickly grabbed the head of 'Shengwu' and slammed it hard against the wall, wanting to crush it again and again.

The bandage wrapped around the 'Shengwu' loosened at this moment, revealing half of the face that hadn't been completely covered, and Kuris saw a pair of bright eyes that captured his heart and soul through his fingers.

'Shengwu' seems to have noticed Kuris's momentary slackness, and turned around. His arms that have not yet grown flesh and blood are very flexible. 'It' arms turned into sharp blades and twisted onto the palm that pressed 'it' head. It cuts open, and once the restraint disappears, 'it' jumps away from Curris's side immediately.

"...Is that you?" Curis held his severed palm, the throbbing in his heart completely overwhelmed his pain at this time, and a continuous stream of cursed black mist poured out from his missing palm Return it to its original appearance.

"..."

Shengwu said nothing, "it" has not yet fully awakened, its eyes are open but invisible, all activities are based on the most primitive impulse in the body, "calming all impurities".

On Shengwu's back where the wings had turned into wings, sharp bone spurs sprouted again, and they all stabbed towards the direction of the unclean aura.

Curris just avoided and dared not fight back. He was not sure whether this person who looked so resembling was exactly what he hoped for...

However, this Shengwu's innate ability to suppress the curse made Kuris have to fight back. He stabbed Shengwu's leg with the black crystal he threw away, trying to restrain "it" from moving, whether it was as he thought or not, He can subdue 'it' and take it back to do research, but unfortunately 'it' doesn't seem to feel pain, even though it is pierced through both legs, 'it' still persistently throws stabs at him,

While Curris was distracted, a bone spur from 'It' went straight into his chest.

At this moment, all the movements of 'it' stopped, and the bony spurs like feathers were still in mid-air, and the eyes of 'it', which were like deep mist under the bandage, glowed with a little spirit: "ku..."

Curris understood in an instant, he finally understood why the relic belonging to Gray on his body has been buzzing since he met 'it' until now...

Immediately, Kuris cut off the bone spur inserted into his chest, and before 'it' could move, he took the lead in piercing the part of the chest under the bandage where the golden light was faintly visible with the silver sword that once belonged to Grai.The golden bone spurs instantly dissipated into crystal floating dust, scattered in the air.

The silver broken spirit blade stuck on the chest sucked the master's blood oozing from behind the bandage, and instantly became bright red all over.

Curris hugged the body lying in his arms tightly, tears without any warmth flowed from his silent gray eyes, he kissed the bandage-wrapped head and those forever dusty eyes over and over again, and said in a hoarse voice over and over again : "I will find a way, I will find a way...I promise you..."