Nine Domain Sword Emperor

Time passes minute by minute.

Countless drops of sweat appeared on Chu Fengmian's forehead and fell to the ground.

He sat there, motionless, all his attention focused on the flame in his left hand.

One hour, two hours, three hours.

After three full hours passed, the liquid medicine that slowly condensed in the flames finally merged completely and then separated.

Divided into three longan-sized pills.

"It's going to be a pill!"

Looking at the three longan-sized pills, Chu Fengmian frowned.

These medicinal liquids can only be refined four times at most, which means there are only about twelve pieces.

One of these pills can sustain Han Yueli's life for one day.

Even if all the refining is completed, it can only help Han Yueli maintain it for about twelve days at most.

This time is too short.

"No, we have to increase the potency of the medicine!"

Chu Fengmian muttered silently in his heart, and suddenly he made a stroke with his right hand, and a small wound appeared.

Three drops of golden blood remained in his wound, and following Chu Fengmian's thoughts, they dripped into the three pills.

The three drops of golden blood and the medicinal liquid in them merged and condensed again.

This time, it took another full hour.

The medicinal liquid and golden blood in it finally began to calmly condense and merge.

"Condensation!"

With a thought in Chu Fengmian's mind, the medicinal liquid in it began to condense.

This condensation is the last step and the most important step.

In Chu Fengmian's heart, he did not dare to relax at all, and his spirit was tense. He waited until all three pills were perfectly condensed before Chu Fengmian breathed a sigh of relief.

He collected all the elixirs in it and held them in his hands.

"This ancient war dragon essence and blood is indeed enough to improve the level of the elixir. In terms of potency, it is at least three times stronger."

Looking at the elixir in his hand, Chu Fengmian was still extremely satisfied.

With three times the potency, this pill is enough to sustain Han Yueli's life for three days. In this way, after refining all the pills, it will be enough to sustain Han Yueli's life for at least one month.

A month might be enough for Chu Fengmian to find a way to get rid of Han Yueli's cold air entering his body.

After refining this furnace of elixir, Chu Fengmian did not take any rest before condensing the flames again.

There was still a lot of medicinal liquid around him, and now Chu Fengmian had to refine all of these medicinal liquids into elixirs.

One day.

During this day, Chu Fengmian did not stop and continued to refine the elixir.

"call."

After the last elixir was refined, Chu Fengmian finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the fifteen elixirs in his hand, Chu Fengmian finally relaxed for a while.

These fifteen elixirs are everything that can be refined using today's elixirs.

Fifteen pills are enough to maintain Han Yueli's life for one and a half months.

"It's time to wake her up. Even if she dies, we still have to figure out the Ice Lotus Sword Technique."

Chu Fengmian walked towards Han Yueli and whispered to himself.

He is now desperately trying to save Han Yueli, not only because of Han Yueli's kindness in saving his life just now, but also because of an extremely important point.

Over there is Han Yueli's swordsmanship and Ice Lotus swordsmanship. Where did it come from.

This swordsmanship should only be mastered by Chu Fengmian's fourth senior sister. How could it be passed down? How could it be said that the fourth senior sister at that time was not dead?

Everyone Chu Fengmian knew ten thousand years ago has now died and there is no news, so now as long as there is any relevant news, Chu Fengmian must find out.

In order to understand all this, Chu Fengmian must also ask Han Yueli clearly.

A pill was put into Han Yueli's mouth, and Chu Fengmian was beside him, meditating quietly and waiting.

In five minutes, the chill on Han Yueli's body became weaker and weaker, and her body gradually became less cold and stiff than before.

After another full hour, Han Yueli's face finally gained some color.

Although it was pale and outrageous, there were still some changes after all.

"Cough...cough..."

Two coughs suddenly came out, attracting Chu Fengmian's attention.

"woke up?"

Chu Fengmian looked at Han Yueli and said with a smile on his lips.

"If you didn't wake up, I would have thought there was something wrong with the elixir I refined."

"I...am not dead...?"

Han Yueli gradually stood up, feeling that her body was not as cold as she had imagined.

"The cold on my body has disappeared?"

"No, it was suppressed by a force."

Han Yueli glanced around her body and realized that the coldness on her body had disappeared.

It was because of an ancient spiritual force that was temporarily suppressed.

"Alchemy, you saved me?"

Han Yueli raised her head, looked at Chu Fengmian next to her, and asked with some confusion.

"Where is this?"

"This is the mausoleum of Emperor Fengrao. As for you, of course it was me who saved you. Otherwise, do you think it would be possible for you to survive if you used the Ice Love Sword?"

Chu Fengmian looked at Han Yueli with helplessness in his tone.

He had never thought before that Han Yueli's method was actually this move. Otherwise, even if Chu Fengmian chose to swallow the dragon pill directly and fight for his life, Han Yueli would not have used it.

"Bing Lian Jue Sword, how do you know the sword skills I practice?"

Hearing Chu Fengmian's words, Han Yueli suddenly asked.

Chu Fengmian actually called out the swordsmanship he had practiced in one breath. This Ice Lotus swordsmanship was not the swordsmanship of Hanxue Pavilion, but was passed down from Hanyue Li's ancestor.

It was said to belong to one of her ancestors. How did Chu Fengmian know about it now?

"This...this swordsmanship was actually used by one of my relatives, so I knew about it."

Chu Fengmian didn't expect Han Yueli to ask such a question, so he suddenly thought about it and spoke like this.

When he was under the command of the Master of Sword Dao, almost all of Chu Fengmian's senior brothers and sisters took great care of him, just like Chu Fengmian's relatives. In his previous life, Chu Fengmian had no father or mother and was adopted by the Master of Sword Dao.

At that time, the master of swordsmanship was the number one person in swordsmanship, so he naturally did not have time to take care of Chu Fengmian every day, so the ones who took care of Chu Fengmian when he was growing up were his senior brothers and sisters at that time.

His senior brothers and sisters were indeed Chu Fengmian's relatives.

"Relative... Where is your relative now?"

Han Yueli asked aloud.

"died."

Chu Fengmian's eyes showed a bit of loneliness.

His senior brothers and sisters all died tragically at the hands of the seven sects. Now that he is reborn after ten thousand years, he has no relatives in the world.