A black dragon flew above their heads, but tears seemed to well up in its enormous eyes.
A huge water droplet fell to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.
The dragon's roar was mournful, shaking heaven and earth.
His consciousness was impaired, and he could barely sense the life force in his master.
Qin Xi couldn't understand the dragon language, but she could feel Baili Xijiang's pain.
She almost collapsed into Shen Zhuoyu's arms, tears streaming down her face.
Shen Zhuoyu raised her eyes and glanced at the little black dragon, her gaze lingering on the figure above the dragon's head, before she hugged the little girl in her arms tightly.
He offered words of comfort: "Her condition isn't good, but she's still conscious."
Qin Xi was taken aback, then breathed a sigh of relief. She hurriedly wiped away her tears, then gave her an apologetic smile through her tears.
"I'm sorry, senior, I've gotten your robes wet."
Seeing the dampness on Shen Zhuoyu's shoulder, Qin Xi felt a little embarrassed.
She apologized, but her gaze remained fixed on the black dragon and the delicate green figure above its head.
Their concerns were undisguised.
Shen Zhuoyu smiled slightly, her red hair still flamboyant, "It's nothing."
"You guys have a very good relationship."
She meant that the six of them cared for and missed each other, and were deeply saddened by each other's pain.
Qin Xi's gaze softened. "Yes, that's right."
They are all the best in the world, and their relationship is also the best in the world.
The chaotic spiritual energy that flew up was like dust flying after an explosion.
After weathering the aftershocks, everyone nervously endured the discomfort in their eyes and looked up, but they couldn't see what was happening in the very center.
After recovering from the pain that had almost made her faint, Song Tingwan slowly opened her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering.
She didn't even have the strength to get up.
The woman lay on the black dragon's head, staring straight at the sky, the blood at the corner of her lips gushing out more and more fiercely with each breath.
The black dragon beneath her sobbed and frantically searched for Danxiu in the crowd.
The dragon's roar shook the heavens.
"Please, all you alchemists, save my master! No matter the cost! I beg you all!"
The dragon's head drooped as it flew over the heads of the crowd.
Pei Yuan, who was standing at the very end of the crowd of experts, flew over, followed by Elder Fuqu, Chu Tan, and other eighth-grade alchemists.
The situation in mid-air is still not visible.
On the ground, one could see the assembled alchemy masters stepping forward, along with countless other alchemy cultivators rushing towards them.
After spending most of his life being proud and willful, the black dragon landed and carefully nudged his master down. Then, the black dragon kowtowed heavily, begging everyone to help.
Fuqu and Pei Yuan were the first to surround them.
Countless pills fell on Song Tingwan.
She lay there motionless, staring half-open at the chaotic spiritual energy created by the clash of the two forces, her face deathly pale, blood flowing faster and faster.
Her light green clothes turned dark green, and her body began to feel cold and tremble involuntarily.
Pei Yuan and Fu Qu panicked, their expressions becoming even more serious. They transformed countless Rank 8 pills into a rain of pills, which fell continuously upon her.
"Wan'er..."
Qin Xi, who had stumbled and rushed through the crowd, stood there stunned, cautiously approaching.
Only when Qin Xi carefully pulled her into his arms did Song Tingwan's eyes tremble and slowly linger on her face.
Qin Xi had one arm crippled, so he could only laboriously lean her against his shoulder, then sobbed as he tried to warm her cold hand with his own.
But no matter what I do, I can't warm it up.
The weak woman's eyes flickered; Qin Xi was familiar with this expression.
"I know, I know you're trying to comfort me..."
"Wan'er, hold on! Your sister will definitely overcome this tribulation... Just hold on a little longer..."
After trembling as she finished speaking, Qin Xi suddenly remembered something, "Wan'er, don't you still have a divine pill? Quickly use it on yourself!"
As he spoke, he took out a snow-white cloak and hurriedly draped it over her body.
But she couldn't even open the cloak with one hand. Seeing this, Fuqu couldn't bear it and helped cover Song Tingwan with it.
The black dragon, covered in wounds, also brightened up. He had entered the center of the lightning tribulation and was scraped to pieces by the violent spiritual energy, so he could no longer return to human form.
The black dragon stretched out its claws and gently touched its master's arm.
When Qin Xi looked up and saw his miserable state, her eyes became even redder and more swollen from crying.
She struggled to hold back her breakdown, her arm around Wan'er feeling weak.
"My esteemed alchemists, is there any way to help Wan'er recover even a little?" Qin Xi pleaded with the people around him.
On the periphery, Song Hexi, Shen Zhuoyu, Su Xi, and other senior cultivators at the Tribulation Transcending stage also looked at the alchemists.
Even after Qin Xi finished speaking about using the divine pill, the weak person still showed no reaction.
Qin Xi's tears flowed even more fiercely.
She understands Wan'er.
At this point, she was so weak that she only had one elixir left, yet she still refused to use it.
The time is not right.
Song Tingwan leaned against Qin Yuanyuan's chest and suddenly realized that Yuanyuan's embrace was warm and reliable.
Only now did she realize, belatedly, that the girl who had been smiling and relying on her had grown into the leader of the sect.
A sect leader who can support the entire sect.
While she was in a daze, Pei Yuan and Fu Qu, along with other alchemists, slowly stopped what they were doing and shook their heads heavily when they heard Qin Xi's question.
"My dear friend Wan'er is too badly injured; it's already a miracle that she's still clinging to life."
That would incur divine wrath and punishment.
A power that even sword cultivators struggle to resist, how could alchemists possibly withstand?
"Is there really no other way?" Qin Xi asked, her eyes blurred with tears, still unwilling to give up.
As Pei Yuan shook his head.
Suddenly, the sound of swords clashing filled the six realms.
"Fate has forsaken my sister and me, so I will slay the heavens and prove my path!"
A dazzling, fiery light shot into the sky from the chaotic spiritual energy.
The thunder dissipated.
The dark clouds were cleaved open by the unstoppable sword energy.
The fiery sword light tore through the darkness, and the calamity clouds were shattered by the sword.
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