Jun Luoheng slowly raised his eyes, his gaze swept towards Chu Yan and Lin Yang who were dumbfounded, and then he vacated a hand and waved.
In the blink of an eye, they had left purgatory and returned to the Purple Moon Palace.
Jun Luoheng instructed Zhou Tiantian: "Don't let them come close." After speaking, he put Baizhi on the bed.
Chu Yan wanted to step forward to check Bai Zhi's injuries, but was blocked by an invisible barrier.
Lin Yangchao Jun Luoheng shouted: "I am a doctor, let me see her."
Jun Luoheng did not reply: "No need."
Zhou Tiantian talked about Chu Yan and Lin Yang, and whispered: "There is a master, don't worry, sister will be fine. The master is very powerful."
Ling'er smiled and said, "Of course he is amazing. He is the future Mingjun! If you don't have two brushes, can you be Mingjun?"
A white light shot out from Jun Luoheng's palm and fell on Bai Zhi's body, like a snake, walking on every rainy skin on Bai Zhi's body until the shocking wounds were repaired as before.
After healed the wound, he injected strands of extremely precious natal soul essence into her body to repair her newly damaged soul.
"That's the master's soul element—" Zhou Tiantian exclaimed in surprise.
He never expected that the master would consume that extremely precious natal soul element for the sake of his sister.
Spells and vitality can be learned and cultivated, but this life soul is innate, and represents a person's innate ability.
If you consume one point, you lose one point. If the owner does this, it will damage the repair.
He is the future monarch of the underworld, how can he let his cultivation be damaged at will
"What is the natal soul element?" Chu Yan asked.
He stared at his master and sister anxiously every day, but didn't hear Chu Yan's question.
Ling'er standing by his side hurriedly responded: "The natal soul element is an innate power of a god, just like the life element of human beings, it is destined to be so much, and one year of life will be lost by one year. This is the truth. ."
Chu Yan and Lin Yang looked at each other with shocked eyes. They didn't expect that Jun Luoheng was willing to do this for Bai Zhi.
After casting the spell, the wounds on Bai Zhi's body had all healed, and the pale paper face also recovered, with a little blood, as if he was asleep, no more painful appearance.
Jun Luoheng's face was two points whiter than an ordinary man's face. At this time, it was as if a thick powder was applied, and even the blood on his lips disappeared.
Waved, the barrier was lifted, and the transparent wall blocking Lin Yang and Chu Yan disappeared without a trace.
They rushed to the bed to check Bai Zhi's injuries, and only after seeing the wounds healed, did they let go of their hanging hearts.
"Thank you!" Chu Yan turned around and said to Jun Luoheng who had already been seated in the chair.
Jun Luoheng frowned and did not speak, as if he hadn't heard Chu Yan's voice, his thoughts drifted to a certain day hundreds of years ago.
My mother changed from her usual indifference towards him, got up early and made breakfast for him. She helped him button up his shirt and combed his messy black hair.
My mother never did these things on weekdays, she didn't even look at him more.
But that day, my mother did a lot, and he couldn't remember too much.
It wasn't until he grew up, visited the world, and saw the relationship between parents and children in a human family, that he realized that what his mother did were nothing more than ordinary things that ordinary people did every day.
The mother only did it for him once, and only that day was she his mother, and she regarded him as her son.
After that day, she left him forever. After being his mother for one day, she stole the soul-killing whip from her father. In her father's study, her soul flew away, and she was determined to meet their father and son forever.