Chapter 1775: Grief and despair

"Little Chen, there is indeed an urgent matter. Please help Shao Chen." Wu Hao solemnly said.

"President but said it's okay." Feng Wuchen nodded.

Wu Hao told the story of Young Master Duanmu, and said anxiously: "Young Master Duanmu has been injured extremely badly. He has injured his soul body. Healing pills are useless, and the powerful Shen Yuan cannot recover his injuries. Soul power, it is difficult to help Young Master Duanmu heal the soul body."

"Do you know Tianxu Temple?" Feng Wuchen asked.

"The old man is an old friend with the old hall master of the Tianxu Temple, and Duan Muxuan is also regarded as the old man's half-grandson. We are really powerless, so we came to see Shao Chen for help." Gao Moyang said.

Feng Wuchen shrugged and said, "Elder, you know, I'm just a **** king-level alchemist, and even you can't do anything, so I'm even more impossible."

"This..." Gao Moyang was speechless.

What Feng Wuchen said is not unreasonable. Although Feng Wuchen alchemy is awesome, but in the final analysis it is only a **** king level alchemist, and his soul power is not as good as a **** king level alchemist.

"Little dust, can you refine a powerful healing pill?" Wu Hao asked quickly.

"The pill has no effect. It hurts the soul body, and his physical body has been ruined. If it weren't for the medicine of the elder to stabilize the injury, I'm afraid he would have died long ago." Feng Wuchen shook his head.

"Little dust, you are extremely accomplished in the field of alchemy, is there really no other way?" Gao Moyang was still unwilling to give up.

"I don't know, take me to see it." Feng Wuchen said.

Wu Hao and the three elders are overjoyed.

"It shouldn't be too late, we will set off right away." Wu Hao said hurriedly.

...

Tianxu Temple.

Outside a magnificent palace, a group of people are anxious, their faces are full of worries, and they have become a mess.

"Xuan'er, don't have any trouble, you must hold on!" a beautiful woman said with tears of sadness.

"Elder Gao's medicine has expired, and Xuan'er's injury is getting more and more serious. If this continues, I'm afraid that Xuan'er's soul will be scattered. Ruoshui, is your grandfather still not out?" In front of the grand hall, the lord Duan Muxiong asked with burning eyebrows Tao.

"Grandpa didn't have any response, it should be the critical moment of breakthrough." Duanmu Ruoshui shook his head disappointedly, feeling helpless, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

"Damn! This old thing, don't you want to be a grandson? Also break through a fart! You bastard, if Xuan'er dies, I will sever ties with you!" Duan Muxiong roared angrily, an extremely terrifying aura erupted. His face became suffocated.

"Hall Master, stay safe and restless, the three god-level alchemists have not yet come out, they should be able to stabilize the young master's injury." An elder comforted.

"Didn't Elder Gao go to the Temple of Wushuang to ask for less dust? Why haven't they come?" The other elder anxiously looked out of the temple, eager to see through.

"Grandpa Gao, come quickly." Duanmu Ruoshui prayed in his heart.

Duanmu Xuan's life hangs by a thread and may die at any time.

"Hall Master, Lord Situ, they are out."

Just in the hall, everyone was anxious, and one suddenly reported loudly.

The moment he heard the words, Duan Muxiong and others all flashed their faces and looked at the palace gate at the same time, and the three old men slowly walked out.

"Brother Situ, how is Xuan'er's injury?" Duan Muxiong asked anxiously.

The headed elder sighed: "Hall Master Tianxu, we have done our best. Duanmu Xuan's soul body is seriously damaged, and the soul power of the three of us cannot be repaired. I am afraid that only a god-level alchemist can stabilize Duanmu. Xuan's soul body, if Old Duanmu can leave the customs in time, there may be a glimmer of life."

"boom!"

When Situ Alchemist said this, like a bolt from the blue, it exploded in the ears of Duanmuxiong and others.

"Divine Emperor..." Duanmu Xiong was dumbfounded, losing the appearance of a soul, and suffering like a thousand swords.

"Isn't the young master... out of help?" An elder said solemnly, his old face extremely disappointed.

"Xuan'er..." The beautiful woman cried in grief, distraught, and finally passed out.

"Madam! Madam!" Duanmuxiong was shocked, and immediately held onto the beautiful woman.

"Mother!" Duanmu Ruoshui became more grieved.

Duanmuxuan's return to the sky is lack of skills, and the beautiful woman fainted due to grief, which is undoubtedly worse.

"Master Situ, where are we going to find a **** emperor-level alchemist? Think of a solution." Mei Mou looked at the three alchemists, Duanmu Ruoshui cried sadly, tears streaming down like a wounded angel.

The three god-level alchemists shook their heads helplessly.

"Is my brother not saved?" Duanmu Ruoshui closed his eyes sadly, unable to control his distressed emotions anymore.

At this moment, Duanmuxiong and them were desperate.

There was no sound, and the atmosphere of sadness and despair spread, heavy.

"Take the old man in and have a look." At this moment, an old and majestic voice sounded, and the surging momentum spread wildly, covering the entire temple.

"Grandpa! Grandpa is out!" Duanmu Ruoshui was overjoyed, as if he saw the straw.

"The old palace master is out! The young master is saved! It's saved!" Everyone in the Tianxu Temple cheered with excitement.

"Shenhuang-level alchemist! Old Duanmu has broken through!" The three Situ alchemists were shocked.

A black shadow appeared in a flash, and the visitor was Duan Mu, the old temple master of the Tianxu Temple, chasing his life, and his cultivation had reached the realm of the Seven-Star God Emperor. Looking at the Star Soul Realm, it was also a top existence.

The figure swayed into the palace, and the three god-level alchemists hurriedly followed in.

Duanmu Xiong, Duanmu Ruoshui and several elders also followed in.

In the hall, Duanmu Chasing Life is injecting powerful soul power into Duanmu Xuan's body to heal the damaged soul body.

Everyone waited quietly, nervous and anticipating, and worried at the same time.

"Hey, I'm a step late, Xuan'er's soul body is seriously damaged, and the old man is helpless." Duanmu shook his head with a sigh, his old face seemed to be tens of years old, his heart aches and regrets.

If Duanmu chased his life, there was no doubt that a magic sword ruthlessly shattered their last hope.

"How could it be like this...Can the old palace master not be able to save it?" The high level of the temple was disappointed again, as if falling into an endless abyss.

"Grandpa, is my brother really hopeless?" Duanmu Ruo's tears slipped again, crying bitterly.

"The soul body will soon dissipate..." Duanmu shook his head sadly.

"You old bastard! You didn't come out of the retreat for half a year, you killed Xuan'er! Breaking through the emperor-level alchemist has a fart!" Duan Muxiong was extremely angry, and shouted at Duanmu.

"Father, don't do this. Grandpa loves his brother the most, and he doesn't want grandpa." Duanmu Ruoshui said in pain.

Duanmu chased his life and said sadly: "Your father is right, it was Grandpa who killed Xuan'er..."

"Isn't it over for him to change his body?" Just when everyone was sad and desperate, a quiet voice sounded.