Chapter 1208 Condensing Soul Body

"call out!"

At the end of the battle, a black shadow appeared in a flash.

The person who came was none other than Tongjiang Shuihan, the capital of the Moon God Palace.

"Is it so strong with just one move?" Looking at the falling middle-aged man, Jiang Shuihan frowned slightly, and his dark eyes flashed with dignity.

Jiang Shuihan is the realm of Tianjun's later stage, and his strength is stronger than that of middle-aged men.

"Your Excellency should be Manghun of the Artifact Refiner's Guild, right? Show up." Jiang Shuihan said suddenly, his voice extremely cold.

"call out!"

Jiang Shuihan's voice fell, and a black shadow appeared in a flash. The person who came was a middle-aged man with long white hair and shawls, wearing a black brocade suit, expressionless and very cold.

"Worthy of being the leader of the Moon God Palace." This person is Manghun of the Artifact Refining Masters Guild.

The battle between Feng Wuchen and the middle-aged man, both of them were secretly watching the battle.

The reason why Jiang Shuihan didn't help was because of the existence of Manghun, and the restraint of Manghun made Jiang Shuihan dare not act rashly.

Glancing at Manghun with icy eyes, Jiang Shuihan said gloomyly: "The Artifact Refiner's Guild is so courageous that it dares to be an enemy of Emperor Ling."

"I'm just following orders, how dare I become an enemy of Emperor Ling?" Manghun said expressionlessly.

"White soul?" Jiang Shuihan narrowed his eyes slightly, and said fiercely: "It seems that there is no need for the Artifact Refiner's Guild to exist anymore!"

Manghun didn't answer, and the figure disappeared in a flash.

"After Tianzun fell asleep, these rebels became more and more rampant!" Jiang Shuihan was furious, his face was swollen with veins, and he looked very scary.

"Second brother, rest in peace, elder brother will avenge you!" Jiang Shuihan said fiercely, clenching his fists tightly.

After killing the strong man of the Moon God Palace with one move, Feng Wuchen had already returned to Tianying Pavilion, the spiritual capital.

"Report to Pavilion Master, Fengying is back!" A killer entered the hall to report.

"Great! Finally came back!" Tianming was overjoyed immediately, and rushed out of the hall with excitement and anticipation on his face.

"Pavilion Master, is it really possible to bring the dead back to life?" Qing Liu's expression was still shocked.

"That depends on the situation." Ying Hun smiled lightly, and then walked out of the hall.

Feng Wuchen had just arrived at Sun Moon Lake, and Tianming had already rushed out from the main hall.

"Fengying! You are back! Hurry up, I have prepared a soft liquid, let's see if I can condense Linger's soul body." Tianming shouted excitedly.

Seeing Tianming's anxious look, Feng Wuchen smiled helplessly.

Feng Wuchen can also understand Tianming's mood, whoever it is, will be as anxious as Tianming.

"Brother Tianming, don't worry, the matter of condensing Ling'er's soul and body must not be sloppy, it needs to be done step by step." Feng Wuchen said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, yes! Don't be sloppy! Don't be sloppy!" Tianming nodded quickly, seeing Feng Wuchen's confident smile, he was even more excited.

If he didn't have enough confidence, how could Feng Wuchen laugh?

"Fengying, this is the soft spiritual liquid that I asked a Tianpin alchemist to refine. The medicine is very weak and can drive away the cold air in Ling'er's body." Tianming hurriedly handed a jade bottle to Feng Wuchen.

Feng Wuchen glanced at the spiritual liquid, shook his head and said: "Brother Tianming, this spiritual liquid is not feasible, this spiritual liquid has too many impurities, and you also know that Ling'er has been in the ice coffin for decades, and her body has already been frozen. This kind of psychic liquid is not good, we need more pure psychic liquid."

"A more pure spiritual liquid?" Tianming asked anxiously: "Where can I find this? The powerful alchemists in Shengxian Village are all gone now, and the most powerful alchemist in Lingdu is only in the realm of Tianpin."

"Brother Destiny, don't worry, the spiritual liquid is not the most important thing, the most important thing is to gather Ling'er's soul body, Ling'er's body has been frozen for decades, even if it can drive away the cold air, I am afraid there will be many sequelae." Feng Wuchen is serious road.

After a pause, Feng Wuchen continued: "So, I plan to recast Ling'er's physical body, which is not difficult for alchemists, but the difficulty lies in the re-condensed soul body, which is difficult to integrate into the new physical body. "

Yinghun nodded slightly, and said: "Fengying's words are reasonable, but the old man was negligent."

"Fengying, are you an alchemist?" Qingliu asked in shock, her eyes widened.

"En." Feng Wuchen nodded.

"Aren't you a craftsman and an inscription master?" Tianming asked in shock, looking at Feng Wuchen with a stiff expression.

"Can't a craftsman be an alchemist?" Feng Wuchen asked back.

"Divine Artifact Refiner! Still an inscription pattern master, and now an alchemist again." Qing Liu was completely stunned on the spot.

After a while, Feng Wuchen and his group came to the palace where the Destiny is located.

"Brother Tianming, leave Ling'er's remnant soul to me." Feng Wuchen said.

Destiny's palm bent its claws, a light blue halo appeared out of nowhere on the palm of the hand, and the breath was very weak.

Seeing that ray of soul that was extremely weak, even negligible, Feng Wuchen's heart was suddenly hit by something violently, his heart was moved, and his eyes turned red.

This is a great father. In order to save his daughter, that ray of weak soul has been preserved intact for decades.

Even if it was an extremely slim chance, Destiny never gave up.

The soul force was mobilized, Feng Wuchen waved his hand, and the weak soul floated to Feng Wuchen's hand.

Moisturized by Feng Wuchen's soul power, the pale blue light of Ling'er's weak soul suddenly became somewhat stronger.

"Kazekage, please." Tianming said in a trembling voice, at the moment he was very nervous and looking forward to it.

"I'll do my best." Feng Wuchen nodded.

For Tianming's love for his daughter, even if Feng Wuchen used all his soul power, he still wanted to gather Ling'er's soul body.

Under Feng Wuchen's control, the light blue soul floated in the air.

Feng Wuchen sat down and made imprints with his hands.

The soul power suddenly increased, and the breath of the light blue soul in mid-air gradually became stronger.

Feng Wuchen's hand gestures kept changing, one after another a domineering and majestic soul force was constantly urged, and the breath of the light blue soul surged again.

As time passed, after an hour, the light blue soul began to squirm, and slowly transformed into an illusory figure, the figure of a little girl.

"Ling'er!" Seeing the familiar little girl, Tianming's tears rolled down, and he was very excited.

Destiny waited for decades, and finally waited for this day.

"It's actually condensed!" Qing Liu was dumbfounded, and his heart was extremely shocked.

Feng Wuchen is like this, completely using his mighty soul power to forcibly strengthen Ling'er's soul.

Soon, with the massive consumption of soul power, Feng Wuchen's face gradually turned pale.

Seeing Feng Wuchen's pale face, Yinghun frowned and said inwardly: "It seems that condensing the soul body consumes a lot of soul power, and the soul power of the realm of immortality is also so demanding."

"Fengying! Be sure to hold on!" Tianming watched extremely nervously, his breathing was suppressed, and he knew it was the most critical moment.