Resurrection of Spiritual Energy: Billions of Times Talent

"Okay!" The woman didn't say anything, now one-ten-thousandth of her origin material was given to Jiang Yuan, which was equivalent to one-tenth of her life being caught in Jiang Yuan's hands.

　　As long as Jiang Yuan agrees, no matter where she flees, he can find her in an instant, or choose to imprison her.

　　However, this kind of origin material given will gradually dissipate in Jiang Yuan's hands with the transfer of time, and it will completely dissipate in only one month.

　　However, during this period, Jiang Yuan can handle the other party casually, even if he wants to kill the other party, it is not difficult.

　　Normally, no one would give their origin material to the other unless they had to.

　　Jiang Yuan took a deep look at the woman in front of him, and from the other party's ancient eyes, he seemed to see countless stories, there must be something in this girl that he didn't know.

　　But it doesn't matter, if the other party dares to play tricks, Jiang Yuan has enough confidence to pull the other party to die at the moment of his death.

　　"I'll leave it to you. Jiang Yuan's body began to change, and in a blink of an eye, he turned into a woman's appearance, tall and tall, and even more cold.

　　From this moment on, in a month, the identities of the two are equivalent to being reversed, Xiahou Changqing, who has a grudge against Jiang Yuan, and Mangma City Lord, will look for the fake Jiang Yuan.

　　Correspondingly, if the other party has an enemy, they will also look for the woman who has changed from Jiang Yuan.

　　"Here are some of my memories, you can look at them. The woman took out a golden memory god gold again and handed it over, after all, the identities are exchanged, and some basic information still needs to be known.

　　Jiang Yuan nodded, took the memory god gold and crushed it on the spot, and the woman's basic information poured into his mind.

　　The woman's name is Jiayue, she lives in a small family, the most powerful existence of the race, and she is only a god-level existence, she can be said to have grown up shaking the golden key since she was a child.

　　The patriarch of the race is her mother.

　　All the resources of the race are tilted towards her, and before she becomes a godmaster, everything is smooth sailing, everything is good or not.

　　Until one day, after the race got some kind of divine gold, everything changed.

　　Countless strong people began to enter the race continuously, searching unscrupulously, it was harmonious at first, nothing major happened, and the people in the race were also very cooperative.

　　Fortunately at first, Jiayue's mother was still holding a little luck and did not hand over the Shenjin, but in less than a year, more strong people began to appear.

　　Among them, there is even a great demon god-level existence.

　　They are not simply searching, but indiscriminately calculating, as long as they feel suspicious, they will directly arrest and interrogate, and if they can't get the answer they want, they will kill them directly.

　　In the end, the parliament hall of the race became a mass grave, and more and more people were killed every day, and all of them were thrown here.

　　This situation lasted for a month, and Jiayue's mother couldn't resist the pressure and contributed the divine gold she obtained.

　　However, the Great Demon God, who obtained the Divine Gold, was even more brutal, directly blocking the location of the entire race and carrying out a large-scale massacre in less than a day.

　　The entire race, including Jiayue, were all turned into corpses, and the corpses were all thrown into huge mass graves.

　　Jiayue's death was tragic, and her body was shattered, but her shred will, at the last moment, was saved by her mother, and she could exist for a long time and not disappear.

　　Her mother had good intentions and hoped that she could be resurrected with this, but the resurrection process was extremely difficult, the time was extremely long, and every day Jiayue was in the state of a corpse.

　　Broken corpses were scattered all over the place, surrounded by corpses of the same clan.

　　Seeing the corpses of his own clan like this, it took thousands of years, until one day, a man in a black robe came here.

　　The man was so badly injured that he couldn't see his face clearly, and his whole body was entangled with dead air, and as he walked, the whole world would become dark, and the laws would stir.

　　Heaven and earth were roaring, as if heaven and earth were full of endless hatred for this man.

　　When the man walked here, he had run out of oil and dried up, so he was lying next to the mass grave and was still breathing, and at the same time, he also found Jiayue, who was also struggling to breathe.

　　Perhaps because of a similar fate, the man turned his head, looked at Jiayue, who was scattered with pieces of corpses, and suddenly said a word.

　　"An ant-like life, I still want to live, I don't want to sleep like this after thousands of years of hatred, what excuse do I have to die like this?"

　　The man stood up with difficulty, walked to Jiayue's side, pieced her body together, and then used the little divine power he had left to warm Jiayue little by little.

　　It's been a long time, but it's incomparably warm, even warmer.

　　Whenever a man warms Jiayue, Jiayue feels as if she is in the cold land of nine days, and the sun shines on her body, which is extremely warm and reassuring.

　　Sometimes, the man would chat with her corpse and tell some of his past.

　　However, this past was not described in Jiayue's memory of Jiang Yuan.

　　And Jiayue also cherishes the time between the two of them, and the happiest thing every day is that when she opens her eyes, she can see the man, and she has unconsciously fallen in love with this man.

　　But Jiayue was also extremely sad, because she knew that the man would not live long.

　　The death aura on his body became worse day by day, and sometimes when he spoke to her, he was stuck as he spoke, unable to speak, and his body became heavier and stiffer.

　　He was getting weaker and weaker.

　　This situation has been going on for more than half a year.

　　Until one morning, Jia Yue woke up and didn't see the familiar figure, but far away, on a hill, facing the morning light, a figure like a sculpture.

　　He just stood there quietly, holding out his hand as if he wanted to touch something.

　　He couldn't move, he had no thoughts, no more life, only a very thick death aura all over his body, wrapped around him, and heaven and earth died with him.

　　And it becomes clear, not cloudy.

　　She never understood what the man was looking at and what he was going to touch.

　　But then, she understood.

　　The direction the man looked, somewhere there, there was his hometown, his race, it was the place where he spoke, and what he caressed was his relatives and the land of his hometown.

　　In the following time, Jiayue was really resurrected.

　　She didn't leave here, silently guarding this cold corpse, just like the man at the beginning, whispering to him every day, and sometimes going to some ancient cities.

　　But every night, at the same time, she would come back, go back to the man, and tell her what she had seen.