"Zihua!" Mo Yan was shocked and rushed over and hurriedly held him in his arms.

The mother and daughter, who were far away from the Palace of Revenge, also cried bitterly. Hua Qiangu couldn't stand such shock and worry. She groaned and fainted in Tangbao's arms.

Tang Bao was startled and called her a few times, then he lost the immortal power and became busy again.

Hua Qiangu on this side has not yet woken up, and Moyan on the other side has broken through the barrier of the Palace of Jueqing and brought the seriously injured Bai Zihua to the room.

Mo Yan glanced at Hua Qiangu in the coma, frowned slightly, and penetrated a magic power into her seal hall. Hua Qiangu woke up slowly.

At this time, Bai Zihua had been placed on the couch by Mo Yan. When Hua Qiangu saw him, he cried and shouted "Master", broke free from Tangbao, and rushed over.

But when I saw the white zi's picture was like gold paper, the lips were pale to almost transparent, and the long eyebrows were slightly narrow, as if I was trying my best to endure the pain.

Hua Qiangu was already in tears and asked Mo Yan: "Master, what's wrong with my master?"

While Mo Yan was injecting immortal power to guide Bai Zihua, he frowned and said, "He had just suffered nine heavenly thunders, and he had tried his best to retreat to the enemy. I was afraid he was very injured. I am not good at medical treatment, but I had just sent a message to your uncle, and he arrived in a moment."

Tangbao couldn't help but say, "Isn't the Lord immortal and immortal, and not injured? Why did he suffer such severe injuries?"

Mo Yan said: "He suffered such a serious injury. If he had been someone else, he would have been lost. If he could support him, he might have played some role in the oracle."

While he was talking, Sheng Xiaomo had already entered the room and hurriedly sat down to ask Bai Zi for his pulse.

When I used an incense stick of meridian, Sheng Xiaomo frowned and asked, "The senior brother is seriously injured, almost at the point where the oil is exhausted, but I feel that there is an endless force in his body that is repairing the injury for him, so it is not a big deal. But why is the senior brother's inner alchemy disappearing?"

"What?!" Mo Yan roared angrily, his eyes shattered.

The heavens are clear, the earths are peaceful, the valleys are full, and the man is immortal. This inner elixir is the foundation of the dual cultivation of nature and life for those who practice Taoism. Bai Zihua has cultivated immortals for thousands of years, refined essence into qi, refined qi into spirit, and practiced spirit into emptiness. All his cultivation and magic power is condensed in the inner elixir, and the inner elixir is hidden in the dantian. How can it disappear?!

Sheng Xiaomo said again: "With the cultivation of senior brother, who can steal his inner alchemy? I'm afraid that unless he leads himself, it will be impossible."

Mo Yan thought and said, "Just just now, a red light came out of his body when he casts a spell. Could it be..."

Sheng Xiaomo hurriedly asked, "After that red light, did the senior brother's magic power suddenly increase?"

Mo Yan nodded and said yes.

Sheng Xiaomo sighed, "That's it. I'm afraid that the senior brother is attracting the inner elixir, and he uses this to force out all his skills to defend the enemy. Fortunately, the senior brother's thousand-year Taoist practice would have been ruined. However, this self-inducing inner elixir is too wasteful, and it may take a long time for the senior brother to completely recover this time."

Hua Qiangu hurriedly asked, "Uncle Master, my master is so seriously injured, how long will it take to wake up?"

Sheng Xiaomo pondered: "At least one month, and at most three months."

Hearing this, Mo Yan slashed on the table beside him and said angrily: "If it weren't for those villains in the fairy world who covet the power of the demon gods, why would Zihua be forced into such a situation?! Fortunately, he was ruthless, but he just sealed the magic power of the villain!"

There was only a "click" sound in the earlobe, and the sandalwood table in front of me had been broken into powder.

It should be noted that Bai Zihua only sealed the opponent's magic power when the battle was just now. In this way, the effort required was several times more than killing the enemy directly or removing the opponent's fairy bones. In the end, he did not want to hurt others, but he had to leave a way out for the long term and leave a way out for the world. However, this made him suffer and he had to lead his own inner elixir to succeed.

Hua Qiangu stared at his almost transparent face, pain, heartache, regret, and guilt, and all kinds of feelings surged in his heart. He leaned on Bai Zihua and cried so hard that he could not speak.

Sheng Xiaomo hurriedly helped her away and said, "Qian Gu, now you have to take care of your senior brother, you can't just fall down. I will go to the Medical Pavilion to find some symptomatic medicinal materials. I'll ask you to boil it for your senior brother to help him wake up as soon as possible."

Hua Qiangu nodded quickly.

Sheng Xiaomo said again: "Brother, don't spread the news that the second brother was injured, just to prevent the villain from coming again. In addition, there are three days left to be the Five-Star Sun. If you deal with the matter of the Demon God, you will have to bother the eldest brother."

Mo Yan also agreed, and then gave Hua Qiangu a detailed instruction, and then went down to the Palace of Revenge.

Seeing that the two of them were gone, Hua Qiangu sent Tangbao to the kitchen to burn some hot water. He used cleaning techniques for Bai Zi, and gently removed his outer robe, so that he could lie on the couch as comfortably as possible. He held his hand, whispering something while shedding tears.

Half an hour later, Sheng Xiaomo and Youruo brought various elixirs and the fairy grass to the Palace of Religiousness.

The three of them were in a state of confusion for three or four hours before they could get it done. Although Bai Zihua had not woken up, her breath was smooth and her face gradually became warmer.

Sheng Xiaomo returned to the Enchanting Hall, Tangbao and Youruo were rushed to rest by Hua Qiangu, leaving her alone in the room.

Hua Qiangu gently held his big hand as white as jade, pressed it on his face, and shed tears silently.

"Master..." He called him softly, as if countless words were choked in his throat, and in the end, they all turned into this sentence.

Thinking of the pain he has suffered recently, her heart was soaked with pain like fried ice. She even spent all her energy to help her repay her if she could?!

Now, she understood Bai Zihua's painstaking efforts back then: Sure enough, every man is innocent and is guilty of possessing a treasure. For her, who is carrying the power of a demon god, wilderness is indeed the safest place.

But how is the current dilemma going to end?!

Slim silky hand stroked his slightly frown brow, and a drop of clear tears fell on his face. She leaned gently on his chest and murmured: "Master..."

After a night like this, it was early the next morning when Sheng Xiao Mo went to the Palace of Revenge again and asked Bai Zihua for his pulse again.

While I was judging my pulse, a deacon disciple suddenly rushed to the hall and stood outside the barrier and shouted: "Master Confucianism, something is wrong. The Buddha asked you to go to Changliu Hall!"
Chapter completed!