Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, three years have passed.
The warm sunshine shines on the earth, giving the entire earth unlimited vitality.
The spring breeze carries the fragrance of flowers and gently blows through the entire Wushen Sect.
Within the sect, all the disciples looked panicked and were not in the mood to appreciate the bright sunshine and the scene of spring returning to the earth.
For them, their hearts are like the snow that has not yet melted on the eaves, cold and white, extremely confused and at a loss.
"How is the sect leader! Is the situation getting better?"
An elder with white eyebrows saw Cang Yu coming out of the sect master's room and quickly ran forward and asked.
Behind him were seven or eight haggard-looking elders, all looking at Cangyu expectantly, hoping to get some good news from him.
Shaking his head, Cangyu said helplessly, "The situation has become more serious!"
"Originally, the sect master's breathing was intermittent, but now he has completely lost his breath."
"Maybe the sect master's physical body has died, so you should be mentally prepared!"
As he spoke, Cangyu's red eyes were filled with tears, and his tone was slightly choked.
A powerful warrior can last for a long time even without breathing.
To judge whether a strong person is dead or not, it is based on the spirit space.
Of course, warriors under the Martial Saint are not considered strong and have no soul space at all. When their body dies, they die directly and there is no possibility of coming back to life.
"Ah..." All the elders screamed in surprise when they heard Cang Yu's words.
"I was still breathing two days ago, but now I'm suddenly dead!"
"You guys think of something quickly. If there are any Alchemy Emperors you know, please ask them to come over and show it to the sect master!"
Elder Baimei couldn't accept this cruel reality and shouted loudly.
"I've invited everyone who should be invited, and I've invited everyone who shouldn't be invited, but they can't even see why, let alone treat me!"
Cangyu sighed and said that he had already asked the Alchemy Emperor to come over and show it to the sect leader. Most of the Alchemy Emperors were not as strong as him. They couldn't even tell that the sect leader was the Martial Emperor, let alone see how the sect leader was injured.
A small number of Alchemy Emperors could see the identity of the sect leader, but they had no clue as to why the sect master was unconscious, and they all speculated that there was something wrong with the soul space.
But they had no way to explore the sect master's soul space, let alone find out the sect master's problem.
Compared with Qin Ming's strength, there are so many Alchemy Emperors who are not even close to each other.
"Is there any other way?" several elders asked anxiously.
"No more. I have thought of every possible way."
Cangyu smiled bitterly.
Three years have passed since Qin Ming investigated the situation of the sect master. In the past three years, they have tried various methods to treat the sect master, but to no avail.
The liquid of extreme ice that was given in response to great expectations was of no use to the sect leader's injuries.
The situation of the completely frozen sect leader continued to deteriorate.
Elder Baimei slammed his crutch on the ground and said loudly, "If you can't think of a way, you have to think of it. You can't just wait! We must rescue the sect leader!"
Bai Mei originally had no problem with his legs and feet, but the sect master's condition worsened day by day. His legs and feet were so anxious that he had to use crutches to walk.
Elder Baimei is not the only one with such problems, the other elders all have some physical problems.
No pill can cure this disease unless the sect leader can wake up.
This is a heart disease. Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, three years have passed.
The warm sunshine shines on the earth, giving the entire earth unlimited vitality.
The spring breeze carries the fragrance of flowers and gently blows through the entire Wushen Sect.
Within the sect, all the disciples looked panicked and were not in the mood to appreciate the bright sunshine and the scene of spring returning to the earth.
For them, their hearts are like the snow that has not yet melted on the eaves, cold and white, extremely confused and at a loss. ??
"How is the sect leader! Is the situation getting better?"
An elder with white eyebrows saw Cang Yu coming out of the sect master's room and quickly ran forward and asked.
Behind him were seven or eight haggard-looking elders, all looking at Cangyu expectantly, hoping to get some good news from him.
Shaking his head, Cangyu said helplessly, "The situation has become more serious!"
"Originally, the sect master's breathing was intermittent, but now he has completely lost his breath."
"Maybe the sect master's physical body has died, so you should be mentally prepared!"
As he spoke, Cangyu's red eyes were filled with tears, and his tone was slightly choked.
A powerful warrior can last for a long time even without breathing.
To judge whether a strong person is dead or not, it is based on the spirit space.
Of course, warriors under the Martial Saint are not considered strong and have no soul space at all. When their body dies, they die directly and there is no possibility of coming back to life.
"Ah..." All the elders screamed in surprise when they heard Cang Yu's words.
"I was still breathing two days ago, but now I'm suddenly dead!"
"You guys think of something quickly. If there are any Alchemy Emperors you know, please ask them to come over and show it to the sect master!"
Elder Baimei couldn't accept this cruel reality and shouted loudly.
"I've invited everyone who should be invited, and I've invited everyone who shouldn't be invited, but they can't even see why, let alone treat me!"
Cangyu sighed and said that he had already asked the Alchemy Emperor to come over and show it to the sect leader. Most of the Alchemy Emperors were not as strong as him. They couldn't even tell that the sect leader was the Martial Emperor, let alone see how the sect leader was injured.
A small number of Alchemy Emperors could see the identity of the sect leader, but they had no clue as to why the sect master was unconscious, and they all speculated that there was something wrong with the soul space.
But they had no way to explore the sect master's soul space, let alone find out the sect master's problem.
Compared with Qin Ming's strength, there are so many Alchemy Emperors who are not even close to each other.
"Is there any other way?" several elders asked anxiously.
"No more. I have thought of every possible way."
Cangyu smiled bitterly.
Three years have passed since Qin Ming investigated the situation of the sect master. In the past three years, they have tried various methods to treat the sect master, but to no avail.
The liquid of extreme ice that was given in response to great expectations was of no use to the sect leader's injuries.
The situation of the completely frozen sect leader continued to deteriorate.
Elder Baimei slammed his crutch on the ground and said loudly, "If you can't think of a way, you have to think of it. You can't just wait! We must rescue the sect leader!"
Bai Mei originally had no problem with his legs and feet, but the sect master's condition worsened day by day. His legs and feet were so anxious that he had to use crutches to walk.
Elder Baimei is not the only one with such problems, the other elders all have some physical problems.
No pill can cure this disease unless the sect leader can wake up.
This is a heart disease.
This chapter has been completed!