Mu Liyuan and Master Xuanwu both looked at Feng Zhirong with strange expressions.
They had only seen the battle between Emperor Tian and Emperor Yan in books.
Emperor Yan's clan was also a divine clan, and they had made contributions to heaven and earth.
They did not dare to decide who was right and wrong in that battle.
After Feng Zhirong said this, she felt a headache, her face was pale, and she was sweating continuously on her forehead.
Xuanwu quickly reached out and touched Feng Zhirong's forehead.
His hand was so hot that he instinctively moved it away.
Master Xuanwu told Mu Liyuan: "Mu Liyuan, please take care of Yingxue first.
I have to quickly take Xuejian to find Yaojun."
"Don't worry, leave Yingxue to me.
You can quickly take Zhirong to find Yaojun."
Mu Liyuan remembered that when Feng Zhirong first came to Kongsang, she had a nightmare about a fever.
The nightmare seemed to be a bloody and cruel war.
Feng Zhirong just started to have a fever after talking about the battle between Emperor Tian and Emperor Yan.
Could it be that she had something to do with that battle.
Mu Liyuan wanted to ask Chow Chow, but now he had to take care of three children and couldn't get away.
Xuanwu hugged Feng Zhirong and arrived at Yaolu as quickly as possible.
Yutu was a little panicked when he saw Feng Zhirong, who was shivering all over and pale because of a fever.
Fortunately, Yaojun was still calm, and he said to Xuanwu: "Shangshen, take out your ice soul."
Upon hearing this, Xuanwu quickly took out the ice soul and handed it to Yaojun.
Yao Jun put the ice soul into Feng Zhirong's mouth, and took the thousand-year-old snow lotus and turned it into medicinal gas and injected it into Feng Zhirong's body.
Yao Jun reached out and felt Feng Zhirong's pulse, shook his head and said: "My life was saved, but I don't know if my brain is burned out."
Lord Xuanwu trembled and said: "How could it be possible?
You are the Lord of Medicine.
How could you not even be able to cure a fever?"
"Sir Xuanwu, if this is a fever, I can certainly cure it.
The problem is that it is not a fever."
Master Xuanwu was puzzled: "Then what disease is Xue Jian suffering from?"
"I'm afraid it was caused by the invasion of the soul by the resentful spirit.
Zhirong had such a disease once when she was a child.
At that time, the resentful spirit only entered her dream."
"The Wraith Spirit is so kind-hearted, what kind of wraith spirit will haunt her?"
"It's not an ordinary resentful spirit.
When she was sick when she was a child, the Immortal Mu Liyuan entered her dream.
What she dreamed about was the corpses of the Yan Emperor's tribe who died tragically all over the place in ancient times."
When Yao Jun said this, Xuanwu remembered that Feng Zhirong only became ill after talking about the battle between Emperor Tian and Emperor Yan.
"Xue Jian today inexplicably mentioned the battle between the Emperor of Heaven and Emperor Yan, and then it became like this.
Could it be that Xuejian has something to do with that battle?"
Yaojun replied: "I only know how to see a doctor, not her past life, let alone what happened in ancient times.
But the gods don't have to worry too much.
Although Zhirong is not a real Nuwa tribesman, she still has a female character in her body.
The blood of the Wa people, coupled with the ice soul of the gods, should not burn out the brain."
Jade Rabbit on the side couldn't listen and scolded: "Yaojun, you say this now and then that, can you give me a reliable answer?"
"Jade Rabbit, I really can't say for sure.
Some things depend on God's destiny."
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Lord Xuanwu stood beside Feng Zhirong, holding her hand and fiddling with the half string of horned jade chains in her hand.
He was sensing Feng Zhirong's soul with his heart.
He wanted to enter her heart and soul, feel her pain, and help her get rid of those resentful spirits.
Chow Chow found Emperor Ziwei again and told him that Feng Zhirong had been invaded by the immortal resentful spirit gathered by the angry souls of Emperor Yan's tribe and had invaded her heart and soul.
"The Yandi Tribe"
"Emperor Ziwei, you haven't remembered yet, who helped you survive your first catastrophe?"
Emperor Ziwei only knew that his first heavenly catastrophe was after the melee between the ancient gods ended, and shortly after Huangdi ascended the throne as emperor of heaven.
"She is a descendant of Emperor Yan" "She is the eldest daughter of Emperor Yan, the one whose name is not recorded in the books.
She is not recorded in the books because she was not born to Emperor Yan's wife Tingqi.
Tingqi hid her from Emperor Yan and expelled her and her biological mother.
When she arrived in the wilderness, because her mother was not a god, her mother was a snow rabbit raised by the great god Nuwa.
For a long time, Emperor Yan did not know the existence of her daughter.
Until Huangdi passed by the wilderness, rescued their mother and daughter, and sent them back to Yandi's tribe.
Tingqi and her son Yanju falsely accused her in the ears of Emperor Yan that she was the child of her mother and Huangdi.
The hot-tempered Emperor Yan immediately took his subordinates to settle the accounts with Huang Emperor.
No matter how Huang Emperor explained, he just couldn't listen.
Huangdi's subordinates had long disliked Emperor Yan, and took advantage of this incident to encourage Huangdi and Emperor Yan to go to war.
The melee between the ancient divine tribes began and lasted for hundreds of years.
Almost all the people in Yandi's tribe died tragically.
The books only record that Jingwei, the youngest daughter of Yandi, died the most heroic death.
Only Yandi's eldest daughter survived because of the rumor that she was the daughter of Huangdi. " Emperor Ziwei still didn't remember who helped him overcome the disaster.
I didn't understand why those resentful spirits were haunting Zhi Rong.
Could it be that the root cause of all the evil spirits was listening to the rumors about Qi and Yan Ju.
"How do you know so clearly, Chow Chow?
You only said you killed her last time.
Why did you kill her?"
"I killed her because I thought she was harming you, but in fact she was risking her life to save you.
After Chow discovered that he had killed the wrong person, in order to help her rebirth, he went to investigate her life experience.
Unfortunately, she had the blood of Emperor Yan in her body.
The gods are willing to help her be reborn."
"Can she survive this time safely?"
"While she has a noble status in this life and is married to the one she loves and has a child, I must repay her debt and let her gain eternal life.
Emperor Ziwei has paid off what she owes her.
Can you still be willing to help me?"
Emperor Ziwei nodded and said, "It's because of me, Chow Chow, that you owe her."
Through the horned jade chain, the soul of Xuanwu God entered Feng Zhirong's heart and soul.
She and her mother's experience in the wilderness, the tragic death of the Yandi tribe's corpse, and the curses of Tingqi and Yanju before they died.
The ghost turned into an immortal poison and was planted in Feng Zhirong's soul.
God Xuanwu summoned the Snow Soul Sword through his thoughts, and used the extremely cold sword energy of the Snow Soul Sword to temporarily freeze the resentful spirits of Ting Qi and Yan Ju.
After Xuanwu Master woke up, he quickly sent a message to summon Song Lin to help Feng Zhirong transform the witchcraft.
The Nuwa tribe’s Shennong’s medical books and witchcraft collections were originally left behind by the Yandi tribe.
After Song Lin received the message, he rushed to Yaolu and browsed through the collection of witchcraft and Gu, but found a way to resolve the evil spirit Gu.
At this moment, Chow Chow appeared.
He glanced at Feng Zhirong, who was lying quietly, and said with a smile: "Song Lin, the collection of witchcraft and Gu in your hand is a fragment of the book.
They have long since wiped it out.
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I will eat the Immortal Resentment Gu, and when I wake up, Song Lin, you can use the ice beads and the blood of the Moon God to help me eliminate my anger
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