Seeing that Han Ye was unwilling to make a move, Xinglang suddenly took out a elixir with his claw-like hands, and slowly stuffed it into his mouth.
"Han Ye... I knew you...you are unreliable. Fortunately, fortunately, I... I was prepared..."
When Han Ye saw the red pill, his pupils shrank.
That is [Soul Splitting Pill], once swallowed, the soul will be exploded inch by inch.
Its pain is unimaginable to ordinary people.
But as long as he took it a moment before [Alienation], the Soul Splitting Pill could prevent Star Wolf from turning into a monster that was neither human nor ghost.
Everyone present knew what would happen if Xinglang took [Soul Splitting Pill].
They wanted to stop it, but they couldn't do anything, and they could only turn their heads away in pain.
"Your Majesty... Star Wolf is... the greatest luck to be able to follow you in this life... It's a pity... Star Wolf... Star Wolf has let you down..."
Di Ming Jue looks down at him, his blood-tear-drained eyes, his usually cold blue pupils, finally fluctuate a bit.
The hands in the sleeves were tightly clenched.
No one can see that there are large areas of skin on his hands that have begun to disintegrate.
Star Wolf slowly put the [Soul Breaking Pill] into his mouth.
At this moment, there were sudden shouts at the door.
"Go away! Why are you standing in the way of the old man? Sue? This is the time to sue!"
"Where's Di Ming Jue and his dying lackey? Why don't you take the old man there!"
"Damn! Idiot, ask me, ask me a fart! Di Ming Jue raises brainless people like you!"
Hearing this voice, Chang Lao suddenly jumped up from the ground: "Xiao Jiu, it's Xiao Jiu!! Did he refine the antidote? Quickly, quickly, bring him in!"
The eyes of Han Ye and Ying Mei also lit up.
However, when they thought that the Soul Breaking Pill had been swallowed by Star Wolf, everyone's expressions changed.
"Xinglang, hurry up, spit out the Soul Splitting Pill!"
"The Medicine King is here, Xinglang, you may be saved!"
Di Ming Jue stretches out his hand to grab the void, and a man with a gray face and more than half of his hair and eyebrows burnt is lifted by the neck and brought into the room.
"Bastard Di Ming Jue, you should be carrying a chicken! This old man is your elder! Elder!"
The others in the room couldn't wait for Han Chujiu to finish cursing, so they dragged him over.
"Master Medicine King, hurry up, Xinglang thought that there was no life left, so he swallowed [Soul Splitting Pill]."
"You know [Soul Splitting Pill] Once the soul starts to burst, the gods are hard to save, even if there is an antidote..."
Han Ye hadn't finished speaking yet.
Han Chujiu had already slowly stuffed a pill into Xinglang's mouth, and then patted his dantian lightly.
puff!
The half-digested [Soul Splitting Pill] was spit out, and then kicked aside by Han Chujiu in disgust.
After it was over, he looked at Han Ye contemptuously: "What did you just say? [Soul Splitting Pill] Immortals can't be saved?"
Han Ye's face froze, and then he smiled immediately: "What are gods? You are the ancestral medicine king, so you are naturally more powerful than gods!"
It was also the first time that everyone in the room saw the strength of the Holy Ancestor Medicine King.
In the eyes of others, [Soul Splitting Pill], which may not necessarily be saved after a narrow escape.
In the hands of Yao Wang, he doesn't even need to do anything.
"Xiao Jiu, where's the antidote to the poison? Has it been refined yet?" Chang Lao asked nervously.
Hearing this, Han Chujiu took a deep breath, and took out two blood-red pills from his bosom.