Yuelan Empire, imperial capital, royal family.

In a spacious large room, the doors and windows were covered with gray canvas. The dark light felt like being in a secret room. The floor of the room was paved with white tiles, and a square cold jade bed about half a meter high was placed in the middle.

The cold jade bed is two meters wide and three meters long. A trace of white mist emits from the bed, revealing a faint coolness.

At the right end of the Han Yu bed, Qiao Hongyu, the king of the Yuelan Empire, sat cross-legged on it, with wisps of golden light lingering all over his body, and the domineering emperor's eyebrows arise naturally.

In front of Qiao Hongyu's eyes, a purple diamond pendant was suspended in the air. There was a purple liquid flowing in the pendant. If you observe carefully, you would find that there was a trace of colorful halo inside.

Five or six meters away from the Han Yu bed, Qiao Feilin, Xiao Hei and Meng Lao stood there waiting quietly.

Qiao Feilin's expression looked a little nervous, and her watery eyes were filled with thick fatigue and fatigue. Her eyes swept to the door of the room from time to time. Han Chen had been away for more than 20 days and had not come back.

"drink!"

At this moment, Qiao Hongyu on Hanyu's bed let out a low and light shout, and his majestic eyes flashed with sharp light. His right palm gently pushed out, and a rich golden light continued to flow into the purple diamond pendant like a surging tide.

The diamond-shaped pendant looked like a bottomless pit, like a sponge, crazily absorbing Qiao Hongyu's Wuyuan power. Gradually, a ray of purple light emitted from the pendant, and the purple liquid flowing inside seemed to flow like blood.

"Miss Lin, what is this? Even His Majesty is so difficult?" Old Meng asked in confusion.

Qiao Feilin shook her head and said she didn't know either.

"There is a heavy demonic energy on that thing, I'm afraid it's their demonic people." Xiao Hei spoke, with a seriousness on his furry little face.

Xiao Hei has told Qiao Feilin about Yan Wu being a demon. Because Qiao Hongyu was going to mobilize the power of the entire Yuelan Empire to find the "Sky Soul Colored Seven Leaves", this matter was also told to Qiao Hongyu and Meng Lao one after another.

Before, Qiao Hongyu heard that Yan Wu was a demon, and once acted very cautiously, and even bluntly refused to help find Tianhun Cai Qiye. But in the end, it was because of Qiao Feilin that he agreed to this matter.

"The Demons' stuff?"

Old Meng narrowed his eyes slightly, and swept at Qiao Feilin aside from the corner of his eyes. But seeing her calm face, she could not see any change. Old Meng sighed secretly.

Qiao Feiyan and Qiao Feilin grew up since childhood. Sometimes, Mr. Meng is even closer to them than Qiao Hongyu. The two share the same body, but their personalities are completely different. Qiao Feilin can't show anything on her face, and she gives people the feeling that she is a full-blown beauty.

But this time, she was busy looking for Yan Wu, to be precise, for Han Chen. She was constantly busy looking for the Tianhun Colored Seven Leaves. This relationship was very uncomfortable for Mr. Meng to see it.

The continuous Wuyuan power of Qiao Hongyu's body poured into the diamond-shaped pendant, and the purple light emitted by the pendant became stronger and stronger. Two brilliant brilliances, one gold and one purple, blended and reflected each other, gorgeous as beautiful as clouds.

"Emperor, do you want me to help you?" Xiao Hei asked seriously.

Qiao Hongyu didn't say anything, but simply shook his head. Old Meng immediately replied, "Your Majesty's strength in the Tongtian Realm is far enough, you don't need to worry."

"Yeah." Xiao Hei nodded. Actually, to be honest, if it weren't for Han Chen, he wouldn't have wanted to save Yan Wu.

After a while, Qiao Hongyu condensed his right hand and slid downwards, facing upwards, and let the diamond-shaped pendant float parallel to his eyes in a support posture.

Buzz! A slight tremor came from the air, and a colorful light ball was separated from the diamond-shaped pendant. The light ball was very weak and illusory, and it felt like a small spark that was about to run out of oil and could be extinguished at any time.

"Give me the medicine liquid extracted from the seven leaves of Tianhun Color." Qiao Hongyu shouted in a deep voice.

"Yes, your Majesty."

Old Meng quickly took out a glass bottle that was more than ten centimeters long, pulled out the bottle plug, and walked to the side of Han Yu bed. Qiao Hongyu grabbed the left palm in the void, and a suction force was released from the palm. Accompanied by a fragrance that penetrated the heart, a ball of white medicine flowed out from the bottle.

The essence of the Tianhun Colored Seven Leaves was extracted from the Tianhun Colored Seven Leaves flowed in Qiao Hongyu's palm and turned into a small water ball.

The hearts of several people couldn't help but hang up. It was just this to see if Yan Wu could save her. Qiao Hongyu frowned. To be honest, he was not sure. But as the king of a country, he had a calm mentality that was stronger than ordinary people at any time.

Under Qiao Feilin, Meng Lao and Xiao Hei's nervous gaze, Qiao Hongyu slowly approached the colorful ball of light above the diamond-shaped pendant.

Surprisingly, when the colored seven-leaf medicinal liquid touches the colored light ball, it is quickly absorbed. Qiao Hongyu does not need to control it separately.

"Fortunately, things have not reached the worst level." Qiao Hongyu breathed a sigh of relief, and the others around him were relieved.

The colored light ball absorbs very quickly, just like a sponge absorbing water. In less than ten, the Tianhun Colored Seven Leaves' medicinal liquid was absorbed cleanly.

That is, when the last wisp of medicine was absorbed, a slight fluctuation of force suddenly vented from the air. The fluctuation became stronger and stronger, and the colored light ball in front of Qiao Hongyu began to restless, as if some powerful creature in a sleeping state was about to wake up.

"Roar." Xiao Hei's fur all over his body stood up, and a low roar was made in his throat. This feeling made him feel very uncomfortable, and he was still very repulsive of the evil spirit in his bones.

The colorful light became increasingly rich, and it almost covered up the golden martial arts power outside Qiao Hongyu's body. It was as gorgeous as a beautiful rainbow, with holy light shining everywhere.

"Drink!" Qiao Hongyu did not withdraw his Wu Yuan power, but continued to transport power into the colorful light ball.

After about five numbers, the colorful brilliance reached an unprecedented top, and the entire room was filled with colorful light.

Suddenly, colorful aurora flashed by, and the few people felt a slight sting of their eyes. The next moment, the endless colorful light suddenly disappeared completely. In the air in front of Qiao Hongyu, an illusory and close to transparency was floating.

The body of the soul was hazy and ethereal as a layer of gauze. Immediately afterwards, the body of the soul became solid at a speed visible to the naked eye, with long fiery red hair and delicate and weird facial features hidden in the eyes of several people.

After success, the few people were relieved from the bottom of their hearts.

Yan Wu slowly opened her eyes, and her red gem-like eyes were filled with confusion. "Where am I?" The voice was ethereal and erratic.

"Palace." Qiao Hongyu replied indifferently, and a little cautious swelled between his sharp eyebrows.

The demon is a very evil spirit. The arrival of a evil demon can often make a river of blood flow into a river, and the people will live in poverty. Even now, Qiao Hongyu is a little worried about his behavior. What he saved is not a person, but a demon.

Yan Wu was a little surprised, and his eyes glanced at Mr. Meng not far away. After Qiao Feilin was already dark, she seemed to understand what was going on now.

"Han, where is Hanchen? Where is he?" Yan Wu asked.

The few people looked at each other, and they were all a little surprised. As we all know, demons have no kindness, no sympathy, and they don’t understand what they care about. However, the second sentence Yan Wu asked about was where Han Chen was, which made people surprised.

"He has gone to Danhao Mansion." Qiao Feilin walked forward and said coldly, "To save you, you must have Tianhun Cai Qiye. He went to Danhao Mansion alone to seek Tianhun Cai Qiye. He has been away for more than twenty days and has not come back."

"Is that right?" Yan Wu murmured softly, and his body, which had not yet been completely solid, became illusory again.

The atmosphere became quieter, and Qiao Hongyu's brows slowly unfolded, and he let out a deep breath and walked off the Hanyu bed. Mr. Meng went up to support him, but was pushed away by Qiao Hongyu.

"I'm fine."

Qiao Feilin pursed her red lips, looking like she wanted to speak but stopped. She hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Thank you."

Qiao Hongyu was stunned at first, and then showed a gratifying smile. Compared to Qiao Feiyan, Qiao Hongyu felt that she owed Qiao Feilin a lot. At this moment, she could hear her 'Thank you', and the fatigue on her body seemed to have disappeared.

"Major General Hanchen, His Majesty and the Princess are all inside."

The voices of the gatekeepers from outside the room were heard, and everyone's hearts lit up, especially Yan Wu on the Han Yu's bed, and her illusory body trembled slightly.

Then there was a burst of rapid footsteps, clang! The door of the room was pushed open, and a young man with a panting and a hurried expression rushed in.

"Sky Soul Colored Seven Leaves, I got the Sky Soul Colored Seven Leaves."

Han Chen didn't care to wipe off the sweat from his face, and eagerly took out the brocade box containing the colorful seven-leaf. But when he calmed down and saw the situation in front of him, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Haha, you're one step later, we've already found the Tianhun Colored Seven Leaves first." Old Meng stepped forward and smiled kindly.

Found it first? Han Chen was shocked and happy. His eyes were motionless and he looked at the illusory figure on Han Yu's bed.

Yan Wu's eyebrows and eyes were filled with endless inexplicable complexity and a faint sadness. At this moment, she felt her "heart" hurt again. Why did she feel this way? She has lived for hundreds of years, or even thousands of years. She has never felt this way.

"Yan Wu." Han Chen's arms were trembling, and he ran to Danhao's mansion in vain, almost losing his life. It doesn't matter, as long as the person he cares about is saved.
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