Ghost King’s Medical Consort Chapter 1639: Pan Yin Yin【8】

As soon as her figure moved, the phantom footwork unfolded. Just as she was about to rush towards Jiutian, dozens of figures hurriedly fell from the sky.

It's Ju'er and the others!

"The second pavilion master, the first pavilion master..." Ju'er shouted as soon as she saw Pan Yinyin.

"Where's my sister?" Pan Yinyin swept her gaze, but did not see Pan Zhijun's figure in the crowd, her heart tightened, her face gradually turned pale, and her fingers under her sleeves were tightly clenched. When she got up, the sharp nails pierced into the flesh, and she couldn't feel the pain, as if a huge palm was choking her throat, making her unable to breathe.

At this moment, she was afraid to hear what she didn't want to hear!

"The pavilion's body was destroyed in order to save us. Now the pavilion's soul is in the ring." Ju'er hurriedly handed over the ring.

Hearing Ju'er's words, Pan Yinyin was obviously relieved, and her pale face softened a little. Fortunately, my sister's soul is still there! As long as the soul is immortal, there is still hope for the body to be rebuilt! And when the soul is gone, it is gone forever...

The slender fingers like green onion took the Na ring in the orange, and the mind probed into the space of the Na ring, only to find that my sister's breath was extremely weak, as light as a gust of wind could blow it away...

Pan Yinyin's heart trembled again.

"Yinyin, I'm sorry, my sister may not be able to accompany you any longer, you will be alone in the future, you must learn to be strong..." The voice of Lord Panzhi came out from Najie, very thin and very Weak, as if floating from the nine heavens, ethereal and ethereal.

"Sister, don't leave Yin Yin, Yin Yin doesn't want to be alone anymore..." Tears slid down her beautiful and fair face.

With a thought, the majestic and mighty real energy emanated from her body and rushed towards the ring, but it could not repair the injured soul of Lord Panzhi.

"Yinyin, don't waste your real energy, it's useless, my soul has been severely damaged before, and now my body is destroyed, I don't have much time left, I can persist until I come back Looking at you one last time, I'm already very satisfied, you must live well..." There was a hint of relief in Pan Zhi-jun's voice as thin as a mosquito.

"By the way, elder sister, I got the peerless Qinglian, and it will definitely heal your soul!" As if thinking of something, Pan Yinyin's despairing eyes suddenly burst out with joy and excitement, With a flick of the palm, a jade box suddenly appeared in the palm of the hand. When the jade box was opened, light cyan light refracted from the box, and a rich spiritual energy permeated the air.

"Peerless Qinglian has to be refined into medicinal pills. The big pavilion master won't be able to hold on for long..." Ju'er's eyes were filled with worry and anxiety. , the soul of the pavilion master has...

"I'll make it now, Ju'er, you take my sister's soul to the Ice Valley." Pan Yinyin wiped away the tears on her face, her beautiful face was a little more firm, a little less Fragile.

"Yes." Ju'er nodded.

"Wait, I'll heal you first." Ju'er and the others were all seriously injured, and it's very important to heal them right now. Sister, hold on a little longer.

The realm of life unfolded, and I saw that all around was full of vitality, as if everything was in spring.

The injuries of Ju'er and others also improved rapidly and recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye...

The real energy is also rapidly returning to full!

Pan Zhijun opened his slightly closed eyes and held Pan Yinyin's wrist with trembling hands.

As soon as the mind moved, he immediately took out the Great Desolation Cauldron, and began refining the medicinal pills on the spot.

The voice of Lord Panzhi was no longer heard in the ring.

Pan Yinyin's fingers holding Na Jie trembled slightly, she hurriedly walked towards the back bedroom, and Ju Er and others quickly followed.

Originally, there were more than 1,000 disciples of Wanhua Pavilion, but this time they killed Pan Zhijun to go to heaven. Now there are only a hundred or ten people left. All of them were seriously injured, and some were even seriously injured. brought back by a companion.

As soon as Ju'er and others recovered from their injuries, they immediately took the ring containing the soul of Lord Panzhi to Hanyu Valley.

Pan Yinyin took out the Great Desolate Cauldron on the spot and began to refine the peerless Qinglian.

After a while, I saw Ju'er hurriedly running over, "Second Pavilion Lord, it's not good, the soul of the first Pavilion Lord is about to dissipate!"

Pan Yinyin's face turned pale, her mind was unstable, and she almost exploded, she bit her lips, trying her best to restrain the horror and panic in her heart, "Do everything possible to stabilize my sister's soul! Whatever it takes!"

She just came back, is my sister dying forever?

No! She can't let her sister leave!

As long as it is hardened for another hour, Qinglian Dan can be refined!

"Yes!" Ju'er hurried back.

Watching Ju'er's disappearing back, Pan Yinyin was furious.

No, an hour is too long, I wonder if my sister can last that long! She must shorten the time as soon as possible!

Grit your teeth, the real energy in the body pours into the medicine cauldron, we must speed up the progress and speed up the pill!

Layers of fine sweat seeped out from her and her forehead, and her mental strength was overdrawn, causing waves of dizziness in her head and shaking her body. She gritted her teeth and straightened her slender body again.

I don't know how long it took, Ju'er rushed out from the inside again, "Second Pavilion Master, we have exhausted all our methods! The big Pavilion Lord she..."

Pan Yinyin's heart tightened, and she couldn't care about anything else. As soon as she gritted her teeth, the Azure Dragon Fire gushed out from her body and wrapped the medicine pill in the medicine tripod. The purple figure has turned into a gust of wind, rushing towards the Hanyugu behind!

When she rushed to the Hanyu Valley, a strong medicinal fragrance overflowed from her palm.

A light white mist drifted in the air, and the air seemed to freeze.

In the middle of the Hanyu bed lies a very faint figure, if you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.

The pale figure seemed to melt into the white jade bed.

Pan Yinyin quickly rushed to the bed of Hanyu, crushed the Qinglian Dan with her soul power, and then put it into the soul body of Lord Panzhi. The powder immediately turned into pure medicinal power, nourishing and repairing her. the soul...

"Second Pavilion Master, the Great Pavilion Lord's soul seems to have recovered a little..." Ju'er shouted with surprise, "Peerless Qinglian really works! Great! The Great Pavilion Lord is saved!"

Just the next moment, Ju'er couldn't shout anymore, all the cheers and excitement seemed to be stuck in her throat.

Because the soul of Pan Zhijun no longer absorbs the remaining medicinal powder of Qinglian Dan, those excess medicinal powder slowly dissipated into the air.

"Second Pavilion Master, what's going on? Why is this happening?" Ju'er asked with a face full of horror.