Ming Zhiyuan was so anxious that he finally sent Ma Tao out of the hospital, immediately closed the door, returned to the room where Nan Chunyi was lying, and took a look at Nan Chunyi's condition again.
After thinking for a moment, he began to look at the inner alchemy and said softly: "Miss Ling'er? I have something to ask Miss Ling'er."
In his inner alchemy, among the four beautiful figures sitting cross-legged, one of them trembled slightly, raised his head slightly and replied: "What's the matter?"
The other three figures also raised their heads slightly, also concerned about what Ming Zhiyuan wanted to ask.
"It's like this. My master was injured by a Demon King in a battle with a demon and fell into a coma. No matter what method I use, I can't wake him up..."
Ming Zhiyuan told Ling'er about Nan Chunyi's situation.
After listening to Ming Zhiyuan's inner elixir, Ling'er thought for a while and said with some hesitation: "You once said that Tianyuan Continent has not had an alchemy god for thousands of years, and your master is the only one in the past thousands of years.
An alchemy god.
If a certain poison is used to cause an Alchemy God to be poisoned and comatose, no one in Tianyuan Continent should be able to do this. You must know that the Alchemy Master himself is the way to poison and make medicine, let alone be promoted to the realm of the Alchemy God.
Just in this step-by-step process of reaching the realm of Alchemy God, the various drug residues accumulated in his body slowly fused over decades, giving him natural protection... I can't think of it.
What kind of poison is there? It can make a demon who is not good at refining pills and medicines poison an alchemy god..."
Ling'er was thinking and speaking slowly. At this moment, another Phoenix King's consciousness in Dantian suddenly asked: "You said that your master was injured and fell into coma at the hands of the Demon King?"
Listening to the voice, Ming Zhiyuan knew that it was the divine consciousness that Feng Wang had realized, and he quickly replied: "Yes, my master was injured and captured by the Demon King at that time, and he has been unconscious since then."
Zhengdao's spiritual consciousness asked again: "Are you sure it's the Demon King? Not another demon elder?"
Ming Zhiyuan nodded while recalling, and then he realized that they couldn't see him nodding. He added: "Yes, it was the Demon Emperor. After he knocked my master unconscious and captured him, he handed it over to another Demon Elder. At that time,
My master is unconscious and unconscious, you mean?"
Zhengdao's spiritual consciousness seemed to be thinking about something and stopped talking. It took a long time before he said to Ming Zhiyuan, who had been waiting for a long time:
"If it was the Demon Emperor who took action, it would make sense, but this also shows that the Demon Emperor is no longer something that you humans and the War Gods of Warcraft can deal with. His strength is already close to that of a Martial Lord, and has even entered the realm of a Martial Lord.
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Ming Zhiyuan was shocked when he heard this. He recalled the Demon King appearing behind the defense line to fight Mu Fengge and the others, and asked with some disbelief: "A person who is close to Martial Lord, or Martial Lord can fight three or four Martial Gods at the same time, no?"
Do you win or lose?"
Hearing this, Zhengdao Divine Consciousness snorted coldly: "Three or four Martial Gods? Are you overthinking it? As we get to the end of the ladder of martial arts, each step becomes as big as a chasm. Don't say that one Martial Lord is against three or four Martial Gods.
Even a Martial Emperor can take on five Martial Gods at the same time without losing. It is not difficult for an experienced Martial Emperor to defeat and kill several surrounding Martial Gods when the time is right."
Ming Zhiyuan couldn't help but gasped when he heard this, and quickly asked: "Even if the Demon Emperor is already a Martial Lord, where did he come from and what kind of poison could make my master unconscious?"
Zhengdao Divine Sense snorted coldly again: "Hmph, the Demon King has reached the strength close to that of the Martial Lord, so why is there any need to look for poison? His own blood is the Alchemist's life-killing poison.
Fortunately, he probably didn't want the Alchemy God's life. He used a small amount of hard work to disperse the various fused residual drugs that had been used to make alchemy medicines for many years in the Alchemy God's body again, and released them together, so you can't detect you.
Is Master poisoned?
The things that make him unconscious now are all those that have invaded his body while refining elixirs and making medicines for decades. The various drugs that had been fused to form protection dispersed their respective medicinal powers and broke out together. Everything you can see is
This is what he has always been like, those various drugs have already penetrated deeply into his body, and now the drug properties are suddenly chaotic and chaotic, and naturally you can't check it out."
Ming Zhiyuan was shocked and asked, "What should we do? How can we remove the decades of drug infection?"
Zhengdao Divine Consciousness said in a tone of hatred that iron cannot become steel: "Why do you want to remove it? This is an anti-virus protection created by an alchemy god who has worked hard for decades to refine elixirs for himself.
It's just that the Demon King has reached the realm of Martial Master, and his blood can disrupt the fusion of medicines and make the medicine's power chaotic for alchemists in the Alchemy God Realm.
If your master is Alchemy Master, the Demon Emperor will have no effect even if he is Martial Master. In the same realm, even if the Demon Emperor of Martial Master Realm drains his heart and blood, it will have no effect on Alchemy Master. The Demon Emperor is just suppressing it with his realm.
It’s just the Alchemy God.”
"But, what should my master do now?"
"Poison needs to be detoxified. The Demon Emperor used his own heart blood as a trigger, triggering the elixir of self-protection. Then the Demon Emperor's blood is needed to undo the triggering effect of his heart blood."
Ming Zhiyuan suddenly despaired when he heard this: "The blood of a Martial Lord? Are you kidding me? What can he do if Master Mu, the Qilin King, the Green Lion King, and Ma Tao, the new Martial God, can't join forces with him? How can we get his blood?"
Zhengdao Divine Sense paused angrily and said: "Did you damage your brain by refining the elixir? Since the Demon Emperor refused to kill him directly and just put him in a state where he could not wake up, he wanted to use this as a weapon.
Conditions are exchanged with you."
Only then did Ming Zhiyuan remember what Ma Tao had said. He became so panicked that he actually forgot what Ma Tao said.
After calming down, Ming Zhiyuan asked again: "Senior, can only the blood of the Demon Emperor be able to remove this poison? Is there no other way?"
"Yes, now the only way to detoxify it is the blood of the Demon Emperor. There are other ways. Your master will be promoted to Alchemy Master soon, so the poison will be dissolved by itself without having to be detoxified."
Ming Zhiyuan was shocked when he heard this and said: "My master is still in a coma, how can he be promoted to Alchemy Master?"
Zhengdao Shenjing stopped talking, and seemed a little disappointed that Mingzhi was so flustered and not calm about things far away.
Ming Zhiyuan was a little embarrassed, and he also knew that he had lost his position because of his master's coma.
These spiritual consciousnesses originally thought of relying on themselves. If they could achieve enlightenment and go to the Immortal Heaven, they could also go to that realm with them, or in that realm, they would be able to find a way to cultivate to the true level.
People come out and live like a real human race.
But the way his mind was confused when something happened like this really disappointed them.