War Sovereign Soaring The Heavens

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The door was closed tightly, and in the extremely quiet room, there was a soft sound out of thin air.

I saw a young man in purple standing in front of the bed, a ray of flame, a condensed flame, emerged out of the palm of his hand.

This flame is different from ordinary flames.

Because the flame is purple all over.

Not only that, but around the purple flame, there is also a faint golden edge shining.

Purple Gold Pill Fire!

That is, 'first-grade pill fire'.

The young man in purple was Duan Lingtian who came back after being separated from the head of the Lu family 'Lu Rui'. After Duan Lingtian came back, he went straight back to his room.

After returning to the room, he carried out Feng Tianwu who was sleeping in the 'ice coffin' and put him on the bed.

Immediately afterwards, he condensed this grade of pill fire.

"The 'solid soul root' that has survived for five thousand years can only be smelted by a pill fire of 'first grade' or above."

Suddenly, Duan Lingtian's lips moved slightly, muttering to himself.

If there is a second sober person here, hearing Duan Lingtian's words, he will definitely feel baffled.

"A first-grade pill fire, isn't it the highest grade pill fire? How can there be a pill fire above 'first grade'?"

That person will definitely ask such a question.

Of course, it was also because the person didn't know the existence of 'Quasi-Royal Alchemist' and 'Royal Alchemist'.

Otherwise, he certainly wouldn't have said that.

The royal pharmacist is the real 'alchemist' standing at the pinnacle of Yunxiao Continent!

While muttering to himself, Duan Lingtian casually took out a strange root-shaped medicinal plant, all the 'roots' of the root-shaped medicinal plant were curled together, which looked extremely weird.

It is the 'solid soul root'!

After a while, Guhungen was dragged by Duan Lingtian to the upper end of the 'First Grade Pill Fire', allowing it to be completely enveloped by the First Grade Pill Fire.

a quarter of an hour passed,

Solid soul root still hasn't changed.

"As expected of the solid soul root that has lived in the world for 'five thousand years'... For a quarter of an hour, it was not enough to melt it without the help of the 'first-grade pill fire' from the medicine cauldron."

Duan Lingtian couldn't help being amazed.

Immediately afterwards, Duan Lingtian took out the medicine cauldron, and then threw the Guhungen into it.

With the help of the medicine cauldron, Duan Lingtian quickly smelted the solid soul root, and added some common medicinal materials, successfully refining the medicinal liquid he needed.

It's not that he doesn't want to refine a condensed 'elixir', but that the smelted Soul Solid Root can't be condensed into an elixir at all, so he can only use it to refine a liquid medicine.

Snapped!

When Duan Lingtian raised his hand, he slapped the medicine cauldron with his palm, and the 'first-grade pill fire' wrapped around the medicine cauldron's outlet, forming a faint barrier.

Whoosh!

Immediately afterwards, a pool of pitch-black liquid medicine, like a sharp arrow, passed through the barrier formed by the 'First Grade Pill Fire', flew out, and stopped in the air.

An invisible force swept out from Duan Lingtian's hand, pulling a pool of medicinal liquid to roll continuously in the air.

After putting away the medicine cauldron, Duan Lingtian led the medicine liquid to the bed, and with the other hand, he lifted Feng Tianwu on the bed, and made her half lie on the head of the bed.

At the same time, his hands slowly opened Feng Tianwu's slightly dry mouth.

call!

At this moment, the liquid medicine that Duan Lingtian drew reached Feng Tianwu's mouth, and slowly melted into her mouth and into her body bit by bit.

In a moment, all the liquid medicine was sent into Feng Tianwu's body by Duan Lingtian.

"Tianwu."

After everything was completed, Duan Lingtian breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time stretched out his mental power, paying attention to the whereabouts of the 'medicine power' turned into the medicinal liquid refined by the solid soul root.

Duan Lingtian's mental power can be clearly sensed.

After the medicinal power melted into Feng Tianwu's body, it went straight to her mind, gathered in her mind in a moment, and went straight to her broken soul.

The soul, like a ball of flame, hangs in the depths of the mind, flickering non-stop.

A corner of Feng Tianwu's soul was damaged.

This is also the 'root' that caused her to be unconscious.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

...

Converging in Feng Tianwu's mind, a wave of medicinal power swept out from all directions, merged into her soul in a moment, and gathered together.

Feng Tianwu's soul was completely shrouded, and only the power of the medicine could be seen rolling outside.

"According to common sense, if there is only the 'soul-solid root', it is impossible for Tianwu's soul to fully recover...even if it is the 'soul-solid root' that has survived 'five thousand years'!"

Duan Lingtian was a little lost.

"I don't know if Tianwu can wake up... If she wakes up, I'm afraid there will be some negative effects from the damage of her soul."

Duan Lingtian's heart moved, and he prepared for the worst.

"I hope that the 'reward' offered by the Patriarch can really offer a 'soul-fixing grass'... In that way, Tianwu's soul can be completely healed."

Thinking of this, Duan Lingtian's face was full of anticipation.

Time passed quietly.

Feng Tianwu's soul is still wrapped in the rolling medicine, making it difficult for Duan Lingtian's spiritual power to get close, so he can only wait and see from a distance.

However, Duan Lingtian silently waited by the bed, waiting for the final result.

He knew that when the medicinal power was completely integrated into Feng Tianwu's soul, there would be two possible outcomes.

One of the results is nothing more than Feng Tianwu's continued coma, and she will not be able to wake up again until she takes the medicinal liquid refined from the 'Soul-fixing Grass'.

In another result, Feng Tianwu will wake up, but her soul is still in a damaged state, which will inevitably have some negative effects on her.

Night fell gradually, and in the darkness, he couldn't see his fingers, but it didn't affect Duan Lingtian at all.

The medicine is still rolling.

Duan Lingtian's extended spiritual power seemed to be reporting to him the situation of the 'soul' deep in Feng Tianwu's mind all the time.

He sat by the bed and waited patiently.

At some point, the dawn shrouded the earth, and the whole room became bright again.

"All right!"

At this time, Duan Lingtian discovered that the medicinal power of the medicinal liquid refined through the 'Solid Soul Root' had completely integrated into Feng Tianwu's soul, repairing part of the trauma of Feng Tianwu's soul.

"Tianwu!"

After withdrawing his mental power, Duan Lingtian looked at Feng Tianwu with a worried face, and reached out to hold her hand at the same time.

Because she had been lying in the ice coffin before and was stimulated by the cold, Feng Tianwu's hands were very hot. Even after leaving the ice coffin for a whole day, her hands were still so hot.

However, Duan Lingtian didn't care about these.

His gaze was firmly fixed on Feng Tianwu's beautiful face. He just wanted to know whether Feng Tianwu, whose soul had recovered a part, would wake up because of it.

Time passed quietly.

Half an hour passed quickly.

Feng Tianwu still showed no sign of waking up.

"Ugh."

Seeing this, Duan Lingtian couldn't help sighing, and at the same time withdrew his gaze, and murmured: "It seems that we still have to wait until we find the 'soul-fixing grass' before Tianwu can wake up."

"Well."

But at this moment, a slight sound came, piercing into Duan Lingtian's ears, like thunder piercing his ears, causing his pupils to shrink and his whole body to stand up suddenly.

His gaze flashed out like lightning, and once again locked on the woman in red on the bed, Feng Tianwu.

I saw Feng Tianwu's small mouth move slightly, and her beautiful face also moved.

Immediately afterwards, her pair of water-like autumn eyes opened, and she saw Duan Lingtian who was looking at her at first glance, but there was no strange emotion flashing in her eyes.

strangeness.

When Feng Tianwu looked at Duan Lingtian, her eyes looked very strange, as if she had never known Duan Lingtian.

This unfamiliar gaze made Duan Lingtian feel distressed.

"It seems that what I was most worried about happened."

Duan Lingtian muttered to himself.

call!

Before Duan Lingtian could react, a red light flashed in front of his eyes.

The next moment, he found that Feng Tianwu had left the bed and disappeared before his eyes.

At the same time, he clearly sensed a scorching breath behind him.

"Tianwu!"

Duan Lingtian turned around and looked at Feng Tianwu, who was suspended in the air, her red clothes were in turmoil, and streams of burning flames rose from her body.

He found that Feng Tianwu looked at him without any emotion, and it was extremely strange, as if he was looking at a stranger.

Taking a deep breath, Duan Lingtian suppressed his agitation, and asked softly, "Tianwu, don't you know me? I'm Brother Duan."

"Brother Duan?"

Hearing Duan Lingtian's words, Feng Tianwu, who was standing in the air, frowned, as if she was thinking about something.

The red dress on her body fluctuated with the scorching flames rolling around her body, making her look like a fire elf, a lost fire elf.

"Yes, I am Brother Duan! Duan Lingtian!"

Duan Lingtian saw that Tianwu seemed to be thinking, and quickly hit the snake on the stick, intending to wake up her memory.

"do not know!"

However, what he waited for back was Feng Tianwu's cold shout.

Not only that, as Feng Tianwu yelled coldly, her beautiful face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, which even the flames wrapped around her could hardly melt.

call out!

As Feng Tianwu raised her hand, a sword appeared in her hand, a red soft sword five feet long and as thin as a cicada's wing.

It was the 'quasi-royal spirit sword' given to her by Duan Lingtian in the past!

However, at this moment, she pointed the sword Duan Lingtian gave Duan Lingtian at Duan Lingtian, and softly shouted: "Who are you?!"

"Master!"

"Master!"

...

At this moment, there was a rushing voice from outside the door. It was Xiong Quan who learned through the maid that there was something strange in Duan Lingtian's room, and rushed over in a hurry.

But, he didn't get any response.

"Tianwu, I'm Brother Duan... Have you forgotten? The sword in your hand was given to you by me not long ago. Have you forgotten all this?"

Even in the face of Feng Tianwu who pointed the sword at him, Duan Lingtian did not raise any vigilance. He looked at Feng Tianwu and patiently awakened Feng Tianwu's memory.

"Brother Duan? You gave me this sword?"

Feng Tianwu looked at Duan Lingtian, then at the sword in his hand, and murmured.

"Yes. Do you remember?"

Duan Lingtian nodded, looking at Feng Tianwu expectantly.

Although he was mentally prepared, when he found out that Feng Tianwu had forgotten him after waking up, his heart was still full of helplessness and bitterness.

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