Qian Bing realized a meaning from Chaomeng's answer, that is, it was originally capable of resurrecting Bidiao.

This is undoubtedly a huge good news for Qian Bing, like a light of hope, illuminating the closed road and giving him additional goals and motivation.

He hurriedly asked:

"You said you don't have the ability to resurrect the Biyu now, so what should you do?"

It seemed that Chao Meng felt that Qian Bing did not make any false anxiety or hope, and unexpectedly explained:

"I have now turned into stones. My supernatural powers rely on the power of faith among Pipi and others to maintain my soul immortality. How can I have such great ability to help you resurrect a life.

However, I can give you strength and help you improve the strength of your elf partner, or if you choose wealth, I can also tell you a treasure land."

Qian Bing refused without thinking:

“No, I don’t want these.

Wealth, strength, and all of them can be obtained through my own efforts.

Only Bidiao's life is the most precious and powerless thing for me."

"I'm sorry I can't help you achieve this wish. If you insist on persisting, you can't get any benefits from me?

Finally, I’ll ask you again. Do you have any other wishes?”

"Then please tell me how can you help me resurrect Biyu? Or who else can I ask for help me!"

Super Power did not hide his own opinions on this question, and immediately gave an answer.

"In addition to the god-level powerful people with divine nature who can rely on the people's template to give vitality and body, the Phoenix King among the elves also masters the ability to reshape the body and awaken life.

However, no matter which one, the premise is that you still retain the creatures you want to resurrect and the things you want to rely on to resurrect.

Otherwise, even if the body is resurrected, it will be just an empty shell without soul and consciousness."

"this……"

Qian Bing's face showed a hint of confusion, divine character, god-level powerhouse, Bidiao's soul-supporting thing... These things far exceed his cognitive scope.

"Okay, I've answered all your questions. This is not the place you should stay. Give up resisting and I'll send you away."

When Qian Bing saw that Chaomeng was about to send him away, he immediately felt anxious.

Any god-level powerhouse, the Phoenix King, is an extremely vague existence, he may not be able to meet in his life, so what he sees is Bidiao’s only life-saving straw, and he cannot be let go of it casually.

As he was anxious, a thought flashed through Qian Bing's mind and shouted:

"Wait! I have another question, how can I help you restore your strength and take you to the Elf Center to heal it?"

"Then do you want to put me in your Pokémon first?"

"Uh...I can go back and release you!"

"Hmph, humans are indeed cunning and treacherous!"

Qian Bing's answer seems to anger Chaomeng

It was originally quite peaceful when the conversation suddenly became a little violent, and then the altar in the square rumbled violently again.

Pipi in the square was so scared that he dodged to the surrounding corners.

At this time, a silver light rushed out of the altar, pointing directly at Qian Bing, wrapping him completely.

I felt a huge force pulling myself hard on the Internet, and Qian Bing's body floated into the sky without being controlled.

The silver energy tightly clamped his body, and his neck was extremely tight. His face turned soda ash and moaned in pain after suffocation.

"Super...super dream...why...this is like this?"

Qian Bing spoke out his questions intermittently.

"I thought you were a human who was not greedy for money, strength, and was full of love for elves.

Unexpectedly, you still showed your strength in the end and actually hit me.

Haha, what a greedy and ignorant human being. I want to conquer a elves of our level with ordinary elf balls? It’s simply a fool!”

"No...you misunderstood me...I really just want to help you...get back your strength and then resurrect Biyu."

"Hmph, I'm still acting!"

After all, Chaomeng's character still has a large part of his tyrannical and stubborn habits, and he does not listen to Qian Bing's defense at all.

The silver energy that wrapped around him suddenly began to shrink, and Qian Bing ran into the altar with a "swish" moment.

"Bang!"

His body instantly broke through the silver light that protected the altar, crashed directly into the center of the altar, and fell in front of the super dream stone statue.

He felt his neck being strangled loose, Qian Bing felt gasping for breath, and then looked up at the stone statue in front of him.

At such a close distance, he discovered that the stone statue was far more broken than he had imagined, almost covered with cracks from head to toe, and the only perfect place was only half a head.

“Hey, where is the color and material that looks a bit weird, it is light purple.

Light purple, isn’t Super Meng itself light purple?”

Qian Bing's thought flashed, and he quickly focused his attention on the only half of Chao Meng's body. When he saw it, his mouth suddenly opened larger than his fist.

"This stone statue is really the body of Chaomeng!"

"snort."

At this time, Qian Bing's cold snorting sounded again in his mind, quickly pulling him back to reality from his shock.

Even if my body is broken into such a super dream, I can't deal with it, so I quickly explained it again.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

A cold voice sounded.

At the same time, the stone statue was bright and bright. After a while, the light gathered into a small super dream that could only measure the body, and rushed towards Qian Bing's body with a pair of scarlet eyes.

He subconsciously raised his left and right to block his side and the energy body Chaomeng hit Qian Bing's left hand the next moment.

Its original target was Qian Bing's head, but he did not expect that it would be blocked by the left and right and the body would be frozen.

"What's going on?"

Both sides asked this question almost at the same time.

There is no sign of change

Qian Bing felt a cold wave of cold waves appearing in the palm of his left hand, and with the energy of super dream spirit, he felt that his body was being pulled closer to Qian Bing's palm little by little.

A crisis arose in Chaomeng's heart. He was about to send out a wave of spiritual power to attack Qian Bing. Suddenly, the elf magic soul in the palm of Qian Bing's left hand flew out uncontrollably and blocked Chaomeng.

In Qian Bing's eyes, the spirit's martial soul is like a game console, but for some reason, it seems to be another form in Chao Meng's eyes.

Its little face made of energy bodies changed its expression and exclaimed:

"godhead!"

"What kind of divine character?"

Qian Bing felt a little puzzled in his heart, and was about to ask, when the screen of the elf's martial soul suddenly burst out with a rectangular light, completely covering the soul's super dream.

Because Qian Bing turned his back to the Elf Illustrated Martial Soul, he didn't know that at this time, the screen of the Elf Illustrated Martial Soul had already lit up.
Chapter completed!