Qin Xi quieted down, but the redness in her eyes hadn't faded.
The others racked their brains, trying to figure out how to help Yuanyuan recover.
"The person who possessed Qin Yuanyuan just now kept leading us that way. Is it the core of the formation? What role can we play?"
“The more He wants to take us there, the less we should go.”
Song Tingwan turned to look at the black dragon and the round-eyed girl, her gaze filled with worry.
"The clan leader seems to be in danger. The situation is critical. Ayao, try the Demon-Slaying Sword Technique."
Song Siyao nodded and drew his sword. "Splitting the white mist?"
Shen Zhuochuan understood, and both he and Wan Qiji took out their respective weapons.
Song Siyao drew his sword and twirled it.
As she gathered her sword intent, two men stood behind her, channeling their spiritual energy into her to enhance the power of her Demon-Slaying Sword.
Song Tingwan took two steps back and returned to Black Dragon's disciple.
"Master, is this white mist an evil spirit?"
The enormous black dragon lowered its head, its eyes glazed over.
Song Tingwan reached out and patted the black dragon's head.
"What you see in your soul's vision, is the surrounding area black mist or white mist?"
Without hesitation, Baili Xijiang replied, "It's white."
There's no black mist at all; I didn't see any.
Song Tingwan chuckled lightly, "Then Ayao's Demon-Slaying Sword should be useful."
As soon as she finished speaking in her gentle voice, the girl rose into the air, breaking through the mist and ascending into the sky.
The two men behind them also ascended into the air, their spiritual energy still flowing.
Song Siyao said in a stern voice, "The Evil-Slaying Sword—"
The sword intent emanating from Li Guang rose steadily, breaking through the sword and gradually growing larger.
The subtle pressure caused the white mist to dissipate somewhat.
"out--"
It looked like a giant sword of light that could blot out the sky, slashing down from above.
Once, twice, three times.
The white mist was suddenly dispersed by the sword energy.
The soul automatically returns to the body.
Upon seeing this, Song Tingwan flipped her palm over, revealing a pill box.
She leaped up and stood slightly below her sister, her dress fluttering, and the pill box in her hand vanished.
A faintly glowing golden pill floated in her palm.
On the ground, countless souls returned to their bodies, opened their eyes, helped each other to their feet, and looked up at the four people in the air.
After the white mist dissipated, Song Siyao and the two men tacitly stood back behind Song Tingwan.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Song Tingwan's spiritual energy circulated around the pseudo-divine pill, her emotions stirred.
—Little Fairy Awan, it's useless. Don't waste the pills you worked so hard to refine.
—Instead of wasting it, why not save it for Father to try? Perhaps this pill will be useful to Father?
—Father wanted to try it, so Awan kept the fake divine pill and gave it to me when she got back.
Her father's voice suddenly rang out, sighing and showing his heartache in her ear.
Song Tingwan looked at the pseudo-divine pill in her hand, which had been refined with a great deal of blood, and smiled.
“My father would never say such a thing.”
She scoffed softly, controlling the pseudo-divine pill in her hand as it rose into the air.
The slightly golden, round pill dissolved.
Hidden within the green mist was an undeniable golden light.
Everyone was surprised and expectant, wondering if the Sleeping Goddess would bring another miracle this time.
The black dragon that was coiled around Qin Yuanyuan also raised its head, looking up expectantly.
Master's elixirs always smell very good.
It seems that you can become intoxicated by the smell.
Especially for someone like him who practices alchemy, it gets even more intense.
The dragon's head swayed dizzily, and Qin Xi, who was wrapped around the dragon's body, had a flash of dark red in her eyes for a moment.
Everyone felt refreshed even before the mist settled, and their spiritual energy seemed to be slowly recovering.
A green mist mixed with pale gold spread out, covering the entire sky of the evil realm in the blink of an eye.
Yan Shanjun and Dongming Venerable exchanged a glance, gaining a deeper understanding of the power of Song Tingwan's divine sense.
Even they couldn't do that.
After spreading her divine sense, Song Tingwan regained her senses.
Countless people looked up at the woman standing in mid-air, her skirt fluttering and her shawl swaying in the wind.
Her red lips parted slightly as she looked down upon the world.
"This is the formula of the ancient alchemist ancestor, a ninth-grade pseudo-divine pill. When the divine pill appears in the world, all impurities will dissipate—"
"drop--"
In the blink of an eye, the golden-green mist fell from the sky like a light rain.
Upon hearing her words, the people of the Six Realms practically opened their arms to welcome the Danwu Rain.
The black dragon squinted, enjoying the moment, as wisps of black malevolent intent emanating from its scales escaped and flew away.
Qin Xi, whom he controlled, became increasingly agitated after Song Tingwan finished speaking.
Baili Xijiang didn't budge an inch, until the misty rain fell, and he stared blankly at her, soaked by the rain.
The moment Qin Xi came into contact with the mist, she let out a painful whimper. The black dragon stiffened for a moment, hesitated, but still did not let go.
'Qin Xi' struggled incessantly, her pupils changing from red to black and then suddenly back to red.
Large wisps of evil thoughts were drawn away from his body.
Until she shed a tear of blood and her limp body fell backward, Baili Xijiang quickly transformed back into human form and carefully caught her.
Are you alright?
"Qin Yuanyuan, do you still recognize me?"
Qin Xi stared blankly at him with her dark eyes, too exhausted to speak, but upon hearing the last sentence, she couldn't help but roll her eyes.
This is the Qin Yuanyuan that Baili Xijiang knows.
"That's great! You've finally recovered! We were so worried!"
For as long as Qin Xi was replaced, her consciousness struggled against the evil thoughts from the outside world.
She still couldn't hold on and fainted. Baili Xijiang hurriedly gave her several Qi-replenishing pills, and her breathing stabilized, but she was still exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.
Baili Xijiang held the Qing Shen Dan in his hand and hesitantly offered it to her lips.
In the end, I didn't give her any.
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