Dou Xiantong, Xue Jinlian, and Shan Ximu were all busy gathering up and waiting nervously.

Soon, Xianwu, who was easily opened, couldn't help but frown slightly: "It's indeed hurting the soul!"

"Second Senior Sister, can it be cured?" Dou Xiantong hurried forward nervously and asked.

"It's a bit troublesome. After all, your brother is just an ordinary monk and has not condensed his soul," Xianwu said slowly: "But it's not difficult to cure him!"

As she said that, Xianwu shouted outside: "Zhi Po!"

"Fairy!" With the gentle footsteps, the old woman in purple who had previously sent tea and fruit orders came in and went straight to Xianwu and said with a little respect.

Meiwei looked at Xianwu, the old woman in purple clothes, Zhipo, and then stood up and stood aside.

Zhipo, who understood and nodded, hurriedly sat down beside the bed, stretched out his hand, and the hazy purple light flashed on the jade-like hand, and then pointed at Dou Yihu's eyebrows.

"Hmm?" Dou Yihu, who was trembling all over, showed a slight pain on his face, and then his relaxed expression was relieved.

Zhipo lightly closed her eyes, and her whole body was filled with a purple halo, and a purple light kept pouring into Dou Yihu's eyebrows, and even slowly enveloped his whole body.

Under the cover of purple light, a faint black air dissipated from the middle of Dou Yihu's eyebrows, melting and dissipating in the purple light, and even a faint black air that was as silk as fog appeared on his body.

"The blood poison of the corpse is indeed powerful," Xianwu said softly with beautiful eyes flashing on the side: "It is not so easy to completely remove some residual poison, but it will be even more troublesome."

When Shan Ximu and the others heard this, they couldn't help but look at Xian Wu with confusion. Zhipo looked very relaxed and removed the poison from Dou Yihu's body!

However, they soon understood why Xianwu said so.

After only a few dozen breaths, Zhipo, who was waving purple light, had fine sweat oozing out from her face, which was smooth and without a trace of wrinkles, and her face was a little pale. However, the sweat had a hint of refreshing aura spread.

Slowly, it seemed even more difficult. There was a trace of dark red mist slowly radiating like twisting and struggling at the middle of Dou Yihu's eyebrows. The dark red mist condensed, as if forming a silk thread.

At the same time, Dou Yihu, who was trembling all over his body, also showed a look of pain on his face.

"Out!" Zhi Po shouted lightly, her purple light shining brightly on her body. She suddenly raised her hand and suddenly a wisp of dark red mist twisted and struggled like a dark red spirit snake, and was pulled out from Dou Yihu's eyebrows, and was wrapped by Zhi Po in rich purple light.

Dou Yihu, who was trembling all over, looked even weaker and his face was as pale as paper lying quietly.

"Brother!" Dou Xiantong shouted, and hurried to the bed.

"Little Junior Sister, be careful!" Before she finished speaking, Xianwu flashed and stopped Dou Xiantong.

Almost at the same time, the dark red silk thread bound by the purple light suddenly ran up like a sudden rush, directly drilling through the purple light and heading towards Dou Xiantong.
Chapter completed!