Putting his finger on Jiang Shili's wrist, Yan Jinglong was silent for a long time, slowly fell on Lin Fangfei, and involuntarily felt a little unbearable.

Although he has been stationed in the Medicine King Valley for many years, Yan Jinglong is very familiar with Lin Fangfei. It is not an exaggeration to say that this is the first time he has seen Lin Fangfei in such a miserable state.

Even if he just took a look, he could see that Lin Fangfei was also seriously injured. In this case, it would be fine if he had healed early, but now he was obviously back with Jiang Shili in his back, and his body and spirit had almost reached the limit.

But even so, she did not rest and heal her wounds as soon as possible after she came back, but instead waited here to save Jiang Shili. Obviously, this was no longer just a relationship between ordinary classmates.

There were several other people who came immediately as soon as they received the news and were now gathered here to wait. Even from the perspective of the bystander, such emotions are enough to make people sigh.

Unfortunately... reality is not transferred by human emotions.

"Sorry, I can't save him."

After pondering in his heart for a long time, Yan Jinglong finally sighed and shook his head slowly.

"How could it be?" Lin Fangfei's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and she asked in disbelief, "Elder Yan, you are one of the elders who are best at medical treatment in the sect. Junior Brother Jiang clearly still has breathing and his soul has not dissipated. How could it be lost?"

"His soul has broken, and now only a little real spirit is left behind." After thinking about it, Yan Jinglong explained patiently, "I heard before that there were disciples in the sect who mastered a magical power with the innate realm. It should be him?"

"If you guess correctly, this should be a magical power that requires burning your soul to be truly displayed. Now he is obviously the result of completely burning his soul to perform his magical powers while fighting for life." After a pause, Yan Jinglong continued, "Originally, his soul should have been scattered, but there is still a breath of soul-barriering. If you guess correctly, it should be Elder Lu who left the soul-barriering protection on him, which protected this true spirit."

"What a pity... I only have a little understanding of my soul, and ordinary damage is fine. At this point, I am really powerless."

"Is there really nothing I can do?" A sudden pain in his heart, Lin Fangfei's voice trembled a little, and he asked with the last glimmer of hope.

"Little girl, you have tried your best." Shaking his head, Yan Jinglong stood up and patted Lin Fangfei on the shoulder, and comforted her softly.

"Who said there is nothing to do?" A glimmer of splendor suddenly burst out in his eyes. Ye Piaoling, who had been silent, suddenly stood up, "As long as there is still a little bit of true spirit, there is hope, how can there be no way?"

After looking at Ye Piaoling, Yan Jinglong also knew the identity of Ye Piaoling's alchemist, but he was not angry. He pondered for a moment, "Theory is this, but as far as I know, if you want to refine a spiritual pill that can save him, you must at least have the strength of a master of alchemy to have hope."

In fact, to put it this way, Yan Jinglong has already given Ye Piaoling some face.

Even if it is the Blood Talisman Sect, there are only three or four real alchemy masters, and not as long as they are alchemy masters, they cannot refine such spiritual pills. In fact, as far as he knows, it is also impossible for the few alchemy masters in the sect to refine such spiritual pills.

"No matter what, you have to try it." Ye Piaoling's eyes clenched tightly, and a trace of determination appeared in his eyes, saying word by word.

"Junior brother, I understand your mood, but... that's really hard." Liu Ziyi's eyes showed a hint of unbearableness and said softly, "Among all the pill recipes, the only one that can save him is the pregnancy pill. Not to mention those extremely precious spiritual medicines, can we collect them? Even if we don't mention these, with the strength of the alchemy master, the chance of refining is only three percent."

As both alchemists, as long as you think about it for a little, Liu Ziyi can understand what Ye Piaoling calls hope. But it is precisely because of her clarity that she understands more and more how slim that hope is.

"I'm sorry, junior brother... I'm sorry." Lin Fangfei felt that she had lost her strength in an instant and fell to the ground with a thump.

"Because hope is slim, do you have to give up?" Ye Piaoling raised his head and said lightly, "Not to mention three percent, even three percent or three percent hope, I will not give up."

Ye Piaoling's voice was very light, but it exuded an undoubted strong confidence.

"Senior Brother Jiang, don't worry! I will definitely be able to refine the pregnancy divine pill, but I want to become the greatest genius of the Dan Sect."

"Even if everyone gives up, as long as I'm still there, I will never give up."

"This is what you taught me...so, you must hold on."

"You said that I am your only alchemist! If you are gone, even if I become the Dan Sect, who can I refine the alchemy for?"

Ye Piaoling kept talking, as if he didn't care about other eyes at all, and he said every word very seriously.

Even though he was saying such almost fantasy words, he felt an incredible sense of confidence and temperament. It seemed that in front of everyone, he was not a little guy who had just entered the realm of alchemist, but a real alchemist.

Paranoid, firm, serious!

This kind of emotion is very complicated, but seeing this scene can undoubtedly move anyone.

"Little junior brother!"

Liu Ziyi looked at Ye Piaoling with some concern and wanted to say anything, but she couldn't even say a word.

She could understand Ye Piaoling’s feelings for Jiang Shili, but many things cannot be achieved by just not giving up.

But thinking about the fact that it had been refining nearly a hundred times before it could successfully refine the small Xuan Dan, she suddenly felt that all the words seemed pale and powerless in front of this paranoid junior brother.

"I need soul-raising grass, a large number of soul-raising grass." Turning back, Ye Piaoling looked at everyone seriously and said, "If you haven't given up yet, then please help me collect soul-raising grass first... Please."

.............

Neither Lin Fangfei nor Ye Piaoling knew that Jiang Shili, who is almost sentenced to death, is still awake, but this awakening is not in the outside world, but in the underworld.

Standing in the underworld and looking at his somewhat empty body, Jiang Shili was a little stunned. He tried hard to catch anything, but couldn't catch anything at all.

"Silly boy, should I say you are lucky or unlucky?"

The next moment, the familiar voice rang out.

"It's you?" In an instant, Jiang Shili reacted. The person who spoke was the vague figure that appeared after the sword art inheritance.

"Nonsense, who else can I be?" He snorted unhappily, and the figure said lightly, "I'm very curious. Although you are clearly on the verge of despair, why don't you choose to open the underworld and hide in, but burn your soul and fight with people to death."

After a slight stagnation, Jiang Shili couldn't help but smile bitterly.

That's right, after the underworld is opened, although the entrance will still be left in place, once it is opened, it will inevitably cause a lot of trouble, but when death comes, these naturally have no meaning.

Once the underworld is opened, it would be fine if Qingxuan Cavalry doesn't chase after it. If he dares to chase it, he will naturally be backfired by the power of the underworld, and no one can leave alive.

To be honest, at that moment, he didn't expect to open the underworld to hide. Instead, he was influenced by Lin Fangfei and wanted to save her to the death.

However, now I thought about it, if the underworld is really opened, I might be able to hide in, but Lin Fangfei has no chance. If I don’t come in, I will die, but once I follow me, I will naturally be backfired by the underworld, and I will still die.

Shaking his head and no longer thinking about this, Jiang Shi left and asked, "What's the situation now? Are you dead?"

"I'm not dead, but if you continue to talk nonsense to me, it's almost done." He snorted, and the figure sarcastically said.

“……”

Who said this nonsense first?

"Your soul power is already very weak. If you don't want to die, remember every word I say now."

It seemed that he could also feel the weakness of Jiang Shili's soul, and the figure spoke much faster.

"The Netherworld Sword contains a lot of soul power, and under normal circumstances, you cannot mobilize it. But now you are on the line of life and death. The Netherworld Sword protects the Lord and will naturally feedback a part of the soul power to maintain your soul! If you want to survive, your only chance is to build a soul altar with the help of these soul powers brought by feedback."

"Listen, this is very difficult. If you are not careful, your soul will be destroyed! Originally, this was the inheritance that you would only open when you were about to enter the realm of Transformation of Gods. Now you have less than 10% of your hope of success, but now you have no choice."

"Integrate all your soul power into the Netherworld Sword, open the God of Death Seal, and trigger the inheritance."

"Remember, you only have one chance, so you have to give up and no matter how difficult it is, you cannot give up... Give up is death."

"With your current soul power, it is impossible to complete the construction of the soul altar. All you have to do is to build a prototype to maintain the balance of the soul."

“Although this is difficult, as I said…you have no choice!”

"So...got good luck!"

The moment he finished the last word, Jiang Shili obviously felt a blur in his body, and the next moment, he disappeared into the underworld, and replaced by pain from the soul and absolute darkness.

Almost instinctively, all the soul power suddenly instilled towards the broken knife, and a faint sound in my mind sounded as I breathed.

"The inheritance is opened...soul altar!"

The next moment, the inherited memories like a tide poured into Jiang Shili's soul crazily. Under the strong impact, Jiang Shili felt like a candle swaying in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

At the same time, accompanied by this sense of crisis, there is also... pain, which is enough to make people feel desperate!

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Chapter completed!