Today, I happened to get the water from Xiaohong's spiritual cave, and mixed it with several other very precious spiritual herbs to create this medicine.
Luo Yu raised his head and stared in the direction of the horizon.
Shitian, are you okay?
The autumn wind is rippling and the night is as cool as water.
Earth Demon Fire, Luo Yu's Zhongwu Sect is beginning to stand out and is thriving.
At this time, the Buddha and Immortal looked at the horizon from the water, but they were still shrouded in gloom and mist.
It's been more than a month, and Yun Qiong's breathing has been intermittent, and almost no one thinks she can survive.
The funeral preparations for the eldest princess have already begun in secret.
Only Yun Shitian tried his best to ask for treatment.
The twenty-eight lords of the stars, like changing shifts, are constantly working to extend the life of Yun Qiong.
This is something that the powerful Wang Tianya can do, but if it were to be done elsewhere, I'm afraid it would have already been done...
However, due to Yun Shitian's excessive physical exertion a month ago, the internal injury occurred again.
Although the Twenty-Eight Masters of the Stars are here, the injury is not getting better. It is slowly getting worse and worse, and it is becoming more and more impossible to treat.
That night, Yun Shitian's palace.
It was quiet, there was no sound, and all the servants and ministers who came and went could hardly even breathe heavily.
Their king just went to sleep.
Their king has become thinner and thinner over the past month, his breath has become weaker and weaker, and he has not slept well at all.
They would all be thankful to God that they could take a little rest now, but they dared to interrupt.
"It's still useless, it's still useless." Far away from the palace, Feng Wuxin, with a look of vicissitudes and embarrassment on his face, slammed down the medicine in his hand.
It was useless. It was of no use at all to their king's injury. Let alone cure or control it, even if it could have some effect, it couldn't.
"A bunch of losers." Yan Fei's eyes were already blood red, his beard was unkempt, and he looked particularly ferocious.
"Kill them, drag them all out and kill them." Yan Lin slammed his fist on the rockery beside him.
"Go to the sea and publish a document to reveal the world's famous doctors. If anyone can cure our king, I hope that Tianya will do three important things for him." Taking a deep breath, Yan Chen said in a deep voice.
Wang Tianya agreed to the three major tasks, this is already considered the highest reward.