"How did Duke Cheng become like this? What is he doing?" Chen Luo asked in dismay when he saw Cheng Yaojin's appearance.

"Duke Cheng was controlled by the fox clan in the previous battle, and the Daoji had completely collapsed. He had exhausted his oil and lights. Before he died, he passed on his natal energy and years of cultivation insights to Lu Huaming." Yuan Tiangang bowed his head with one hand.

Chen Luo's expression changed when he heard this, his spiritual sense swept across the two of them, and his body shook and appeared beside Cheng Yaojin in the attic, pointing out with his right hand.

Eight crystal green lights shot out from his fingertips, and at the same time, the eight key points of healing between Cheng Yaojin's waist and abdomen were the eight gates of life and death.

Xue Li and the white-haired old man outside the attic changed his expression when he saw this scene. Xue Li was fine, but he already knew Chen Luo a little, but the white-haired old man was furious.

"Random, who are you? Stop it!" He shouted angrily and waved his sleeves.

Eighty-one silver lights shot out densely from his sleeves, and eighty-one silver needles were suddenly hitting the sunken parts of his body in an extremely rapid manner, without making any sound, and without any fluctuations in the aura.

At this moment, a white light flashed in front of him, and all the silver needles were wrapped around, but Yuan Tiangang took action.

"Master Hu Tu, please stop. This is a friend of the Tang Dynasty government, not an enemy," said Yuan Tiangang.

"I can naturally see that this person has no intention of harming the Duke, but the Duke is using the method of passing on merit and cannot be affected in any way. Otherwise, not only will he die, but Nephew Lu's soul will also be severely damaged!" Hu Tu said anxiously.

"Don't worry, Master Hu Tu, Fellow Daoist Chen is not old, but his cultivation has reached a high level, and his personality has always been calm. He must have seen that Duke Cheng was passing on his merits. Since he took action, he would definitely not harm Duke Guo and Lu Huaming." Yuan Tiangang said calmly, his sleeves shook and sent the 81 silver needles back to Hu Tu.

Hu Tu showed hesitation on his face, looked at Shen Luo, and waved his sleeves and put away all the silver needles.

In the attic, Shen Luo naturally saw that what Cheng Yaojin was doing could not be affected by external forces. He carefully circulated the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic, and eight green lights turned into strands of mist, and they were trapped in Cheng Yaojin's body without any hindrance, without any impact on it.

The green light was full of vitality, and Cheng Yaojin was excited and reluctantly raised his head and looked down.

"Chen Luo, you are here too. I thought we two would never meet again, haha..." Cheng Yaojin said hoarsely.

"Stop it for now, Lord Duke. I have a way to save your life. Close your eyes and concentrate and straighten your breath!" Chen Luo said in a muffled voice.

"I can feel that the extraordinary skills you have performed at this moment seem to have miraculous effects on healing wounds, but my own body knows best. Not only my physical body, but my soul power has also been squeezed out. It is entirely up to years of cultivation to preserve the last trace of vitality. Even if Shennong is resurrected at this moment, I can't save me, so there is no need to waste my energy." Cheng Yaojin said.

Chen Luo heard this and felt a little nervous.

He has not yet cultivated the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic to a profound level. If he only recovers physical trauma, or treats spiritual damage, he is still somewhat sure to recover both at the same time. He really cannot do it at this stage.

If you forcibly cast the spell, it may affect Duke Cheng's teachings.

"My friend Chen, is it the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic that you are using at this moment? Please forgive Yuan for being abrupt and borrow half of your magic power to control it!" Yuan Tiangang's voice sounded in Shen Luo's ears.

Chen Luo didn't understand what Yuan Tiangang meant, and half of his body and half of his magic power suddenly became uncontrollable. He raised his left hand and an invisible force enveloped Cheng Yaojin's body.

Cheng Yaojin's mind was shocked, and a wisp of essence was forcibly pulled out.

"My friend Chen, please cast a spell to protect this strand of essence. Duke Cheng may have a glimmer of hope." Yuan Tiangang's voice sounded in Shen Luo's ears again.

Chen Luo was happy when he heard this. After his eyes moved, he used the soul-protecting method in the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic to wrap this thread of essence.

A ray of white light shot out from Cheng Yaojin's head and flashed into his body.

When Shen Luo saw a flash of eyes, the person returned to the attic, and the control of his body also returned to his own hands.

He frowned slightly, and a trace of depression could not help but pass through his heart.

When he was in Qingqiu Mountain, he fought against Tu Shanxue and Yousu Chi, who had mastered the power of the Fox Ancestor, and realized that his strength had reached a very high level, but under Yuan Tiangang, he was still powerless.

However, Chen Luo quickly adjusted his mentality, looked at Yuan Tiangang, and sent a voice: "National Master, just..."

"My friend Chen, don't say anything now." Yuan Tiangang replied in a voice.

He raised his eyebrows and fell silent.

In the attic, Cheng Yaojin showed a smile on his face, and the golden light on his right hand was even better, pouring into Lu Huaming's body.

A crystal light also shot out from his eyebrows, pouring into Lu Huaming's mind.

Cheng Yaojin's body quickly became crystal clear, and the meridians and flesh in his body seemed to be exhausted by a secret technique.

Lu Huaming's aura became larger and larger, and his expression changed rapidly, and he was sometimes happy and sometimes sad. It was the seven-emotion sword technique, joy, anger, sorrow, thought, sorrow, and shock. The seven-emotion changes changed one after another.

Chen Luo was sensing the situation of the two. Lu Huaming's closed eyes suddenly opened, and two misty lights shot out from his eyes, and an extremely huge power of spiritual consciousness burst out from his mind.

Chen Luo used the soul-devouring array in the God of War Whip to break through the Taiyi level, but compared with Lu Huaming's spiritual consciousness, it was actually weaker.

"Lu Huaming's spiritual power is so powerful!" He was secretly shocked, and then raised his eyebrows.

In his senses, Lu Huaming's spiritual power was quite strange, and it actually contained seven different soul powers, some as passionate as fire, and some as soft as water, with unpredictable changes.

As soon as the two of them touched their spiritual senses, Lu Huaming's spiritual sense actually entangled, and there was a tendency to integrate into the sinking spiritual sense.

Shen Luo felt dizzy in his mind, his hands and feet couldn't help but dance wildly, and his face showed more emotional changes such as sadness, joy, sorrow, thoughts, etc.

He was shocked and hurriedly retracted his spiritual consciousness and used the Buzhou magic method to control his body and return to normalcy.

"After years of cultivation, Lu Huaming's Seven Emotions Sword Technique finally reached the realm of controlling the Seven Emotions, and the efforts he put in were not in vain." Yuan Tiangang showed an excited expression on his face.

"What does Master Yuan mean?" Chen Luo asked with his eyes moving.

Yuan Tiangang's expression was slightly stagnant and hesitated without saying a word.

"It's Chen's suddenness." Chen Luo didn't care, and smiled and showed off his white teeth.

"Little Friend Chen is not an outsider, so there is no need to hide it. You should have learned some of the Seven Emotional Sword Techniques from Bai Xiaotian, right?" Yuan Tiangang said after his eyes moved.
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