With doubts in his heart, Jia Jing directly opened his attribute panel.

Under the level bar, after the reincarnation times, the bright "12" that made Jia Jing's eyelids jumped and then Jia Jing's spirit fell, and the twelve quickly dismantled into nine plus three.

The former is the number of times Jia Jing’s system template can be reincarnated, while the latter is the five-color stone that was absorbed by Jia Baoyu before, making up for the missing part of the system, and the additional three times were added.

However, the nine reincarnations carried by the system itself can already explain many problems...

Canglang's reincarnation was only three times, but his own family was nine times. This huge gap immediately confirmed Jia Jing's previous guess that his system was indeed far beyond Canglang's born sacred.

Jia Jing even thought from this that since the five-color stone can repair part of the lack of the system, will there be other things in this world that are lacking in the system and can repair the lack of the system?

Will the number of reincarnations increase at that time?

Jia Jing was quite sure about this.

Sitting for a while.

Canglang's broken limb regeneration had been completed, but at this time he was still lying under the huge mud pit, stretching his limbs horizontally and pulling his tongue, looking completely dull.

But he had just experienced such a strange itch and torture. This born sage is now in the time of an alternative sage.

Don't want to move, don't want to speak, don't want to think of anything...

Any natural sacred airs are all clouds.

The Cang Wolf at this moment is just the most purest salted fish wolf!

Jia Jing naturally saw this, so he sat back again.

After all, Canglang was tortured by Qiyi before, but Jia Jingping was sympathetic. Moreover, it was already late at night now, so what's wrong if you wait for a while?

And Jia Jing waited for a while, it was almost midnight.

When the Cang Wolf, who had recovered from his senses, came out from the pit, it looked like another majestic and cold giant wolf!

"Canglang thanked the general!"

After integrating the follower template, Canglang also called General based on the default name for Jia Jing in the template.

Canglang, who has returned to his current best condition, also became sharp and straightforward, no longer as old as before.

Well, it seemed like he was not the one who was lying under the mud pit before.

Seeing this, Jia Jing did not expose it.

Just sat there, waved his hand and called the wolf, "It's still a while before dawn, just tell me about your natural sacred things!"

Canglang was quite surprised when he heard this.

"General, don't you know?"

Jia Jing glanced at him, "What, I should know?"

After being choked by Jia Jing, Canglang immediately did not dare to say anything else.

Jia Jing is now the big boss who controls Canglang's life and death. How can he afford to offend him?

So, Canglang hurriedly explained: "We are born sacred and are born and appeared randomly in the world.

You may be in the shape of an animal like me, a human like a general, or even a strange appearance such as insect...

However, although everyone is born with magical powers, their respective powers are also different. If I really want to tell me what's going on, I really don't know what's going on."

Obviously, Jia Jing’s problem is also quite a headache.

Jia Jing didn't mind either. Thinking of Canglang's words just now, he asked curiously again: "You say that except for the different forms of existences, your powers are also different?"

Canglang nodded repeatedly, affirming Jia Jing's words.

Jia Jing asked again, "How many are there in the world who are born sacred like you?"

When Canglang heard Jia Jing’s question, he was stunned.

“How many natural sacred are there in the world?”

Canglang showed his thoughts for a moment, and then said, "I don't know this, but just the few areas around me, all the fellow practitioners I know, have exceeded the number of five fingers."

After saying that, Canglang counted one by one, "What I know is born sacred. Bai Lu, the old neighbor in the west, can be regarded as one, and three similar human beings in the Han area in the south, and finally there is a white tiger in the east and a bug in the southern border...

It’s probably these six! But like those in deep mountains and rivers, there may be many hidden colleagues, so I don’t know much about this.”

"No, there should be only five left now!"

The Canglang quickly corrected: "The white tiger in the east suddenly went to southern Xinjiang for some reason 16 years ago, and was even more careless and was killed by a group of mortals with bed crossbows and cannons.

It is precisely because of this that I was so surprised when I first saw the white tiger."

"More than ten years ago, the White Tiger died in southern Xinjiang? Could it be that one?"

Jia Jing suddenly remembered Luchuan's Sikefa. The white tiger skin he placed on the royal chair is now in his storage space!

"You said before, did you wake up from your sleep? Why is that?"

Canglang lay down next to Jia Jing, and lazily scratched the grass with his claws a few times.

"It's because three hundred years ago, the environment in the world began to change somehow, and the power of the outside world became even thinner and unsustainable. We were born sacred and could not last forever. In desperation, we had to return to the cave where we were born and fell into a deep sleep to reduce the continuous dissipation of our power..."

Thinking of the long sleep before, Canglang still feels a little scared.

"It's a tragic thing to say about the white tiger. I'm sleeping in the cave, but I'm awakened directly.

Later, for some reason, he actually ran all the way to southern Xinjiang. However, because his power was too dissipated, he had long become no different from ordinary people. So he was beaten to death in southern Xinjiang.

It is said that all the tiger skins were stripped away, which is really miserable!!”

Canglang couldn't help but sigh.

"The extraordinary power will be completely dissipated and will become a mundane stream? Just like you were about to die at the foot of the mountain before?"

Jia Jing raised his eyebrows, and all kinds of thoughts flowed endlessly.

Upon hearing this, Canglang couldn't help but cough twice and corrected: "It's just a temporary return to the mundane world! When the power is slightly restored, he can naturally get back his natural sacred identity, just like what I am now!"

Canglang's good face made Jia Jing want to laugh a little.

But looking at Canglang's increasingly ugly expression, Jia Jing still suppressed his smile.

Nodded.

Jia Jing finally asked: "Didn't you say before that the extraordinary power of this world is so thin that it is difficult for you to live in the world forever? Why have you recovered slowly?"

"Extraordinary Power? This word is quite suitable!"

Hearing Jia Jing's question, Canglang explained: "There was indeed that in the world before... the extraordinary power was thin,

But thirteen years ago, the extraordinary power in the world suddenly began to return gradually, so I slowly woke up from my deep sleep!

Fortunately, I woke up from my sleep in time!

At that time, my power had been completely dissipated. If I woke up a little later and could not absorb external power in time, I might be the first born sacred person to die directly in the sleep because my own power was exhausted!”

Speaking of this, Canglang couldn't help but feel a little scared.
Chapter completed!