Chapter 1777



Duanmu Chasing Life and the three god-level alchemists were powerless.

Right now, it is impossible to find a god emperor-level alchemist. When they do, I am afraid that Duanmu Xuan has already returned to the west.

Only Feng Wuchen could save Duanmu Xuan's life.

A dead horse is a living horse doctor.

"Small dust." Wu Hao and the others looked at Feng Wuchen.

"Young Master Chen, please save my son." The beautiful woman kept begging.

"Can you save my grandson?" Duanmu chased after his life and asked.

"I could have kept Duanmu Xuan's body, but it was a pity that time was wasted by you arrogant and incompetent people." Feng Wuchen said expressionlessly.

"This arrogant stinky boy!" Situ Hao's face twitched violently, wishing he could tear Feng Wuchen's body into ten thousand pieces.

But Wu Hao and others were here, and Situ Hao could only hold back his anger in his heart.

"You mean, you have a way to keep my grandson's soul body?" Duanmu asked with a frown.

"I said it just now, but you all think it's stupid, so I don't think it's necessary to show your stupidity to you." Feng Wuchen said expressionlessly.

"Palace Master, Young Master's breath has disappeared." One person suddenly said.

"What?" Duanmu Xiong and the beautiful woman were shocked.

"Xuan'er! Xuan'er!" The beautiful woman rushed over immediately.

Duanmu Ruoshui slumped directly on the ground, completely in despair. Tears of the elite kept rolling down, endless sadness poured into his heart, and his mind was full of memories of his sister and brother.

"Hey..." Gao Moyang shook his head sadly, because of these people's insults, he had missed the best opportunity.

Duanmu chased his life and rushed forward in a panic, tearful, and said in grief, "Xuan'er, Xuan'er."

"He's my son! Get out of here! Go up your level! Get out of here!" Duanmuxiong roared angrily.

"Palace Master! Calm down first!" The Great Elder quickly persuaded.

"Humph! Old Duanmu, I can see that this wild boy is quick to speak his mind. He is just making excuses for his boasting just now." A god-level alchemist said with disdain.

"When I first came in, I said nonsense and said that we were wasting time. Now that Young Master Duanmu is dead, he said that we are incompetent, and the status is deliberately humiliating us." Another god-level alchemist Sen said coldly.

"What can't he say when someone dies?" Another god-monarch said coldly: "Elder Gao, I think you made a special trip to find a living wild boy to humiliate us, don't think you are a member of the Chamber of Commerce, we can tolerate you. insult!"

Looking at the faces of the three alchemists, Feng Wuchen became more and more unhappy as he looked at them, and suddenly felt that he had to teach them a lesson.

Feng Wuchen laughed in anger and laughed loudly: "You three wastes are the most trashy among the many alchemists I have ever seen, a group of frogs at the bottom of the well, they always think they are great, I really don't know what is worth your arrogance. Arrogant, are you good at refining alchemy? Or are you good at refining weapons? Are you good at refining runes while you are alive?"

"I don't think you three god-level alchemists are so powerful. You can't even solve your own fire poison, and you still pretend to be arrogant here." Feng Wuchen became more and more disdainful.

The three god-level alchemists were so angry that their faces turned green. Looking at the Star Soul Realm, who would dare to insult them like this?

Everyone in the hall was stunned.

How dare someone dare to insult a god-level alchemist like this.

You must know that the three of Situ Hao have a detached status in the Star Soul Realm, who would dare to disrespect them?

"I'm here to ask you, is there any help for Duanmu Xuan?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly, staring at the three god-level alchemists with idiotic eyes.

"Hmph! Brat! How dare you talk nonsense! Everyone is dead, how can we save them?" Situ Hao shouted angrily.

"You'd better confirm again whether Duanmu Xuan is dead or alive, because I do question your abilities. I'm afraid you three rubbish god-level alchemists can't tell the difference between the dead and the living." Feng Wuchen sneered. .

The three of Situ Hao almost vomited three liters of blood.

The dead and the living, who can't tell the difference?

Duanmuxiong and the others were stunned, and seemed to be able to hear what Feng Wuchen meant.

"Is there any help for my brother?" Duanmu Ruoshui looked at Feng Wuchen in astonishment.

"Husband, is Xuan'er still alive?" The beautiful woman asked hurriedly.

"I don't know either, but Xuan'er is indeed dead, but when he said that, he felt that he could save Xuan'er." Duanmuxiong said blankly.

"President Wu, you come to determine whether Muxuan is dead or alive." Feng Wuchen said.

Wu Hao was stunned. He didn't know what Feng Wuchen wanted to do. Could Feng Wuchen be able to come back to life?

"Young Master Duanmu is dead and has no breath." Wu Hao affirmed.

His eyes moved slightly, Feng Wuchen looked at Duanmu Chasing Life, Feng Wuchen said: "Duanmu Chasing, did you think I was talking nonsense just now? Duanmu Xuan is already dead, I want to save him, you have to give me a Ten billion top-quality spiritual stones, this is the price you pay for insulting me."

"10 billion top-quality spiritual stones?" Duanmuxiong and the others all widened their eyes, this is like a lion's mouth.

The three elders Wu Hao and Gao Moyang were also taken aback by surprise. Will the price be a little higher?

"Duanmu Xuan is dead, does Shao Chen really have a way to save him?" Wu Hao raised a huge wave in his heart.

"You can decide whether to save it or not. It's up to you to decide whether your life is more important or the Spirit Stone is more important." Feng Wuchen said coldly.

"Okay! If you can really save my grandson, 10 billion is 10 billion!" Duanmu Chasing agreed without hesitation, 10 billion for his grandson's life is worth it to him.

Looking at the three god-level alchemists, Feng Wuchen said again: "Don't you guys think I'm stupid? You think I can't save Duanmu Xuan, right? Can you bet?"

"Humph! The old man is afraid that you won't succeed? The person is already dead, and the old man doesn't believe that you can come back to life!" Situ Hao shouted angrily.

"Hand over your storage ring." Feng Wuchen sneered, and at the same time took off his god ring, sneered: "If you lose, the storage ring will belong to me, this is one of the conditions, and the second is me. Let’s talk about it after saving people, if I lose, this artifact belongs to you!”

"Artifact! Artifact storage ring!" Everyone present widened their eyes, all attracted by the artifact.

"Young Master Chen, can you really save my brother?" Duanmu Ruoshui asked happily, feeling like returning to heaven from hell.

"Because of your doubts and insults to me, I was really disappointed. I didn't want to save me, but these alchemists really gave me chills. I decided to let them pay for the insults to me, and let them know that they are What rubbish, I want them to be ruined in the Star Soul Realm!" Feng Wuchen said coldly.

"Humph! Arrogant!" Situ Hao said fiercely, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Great! Great! Xuan'er is saved!" The beautiful woman was overjoyed.

Duanmu Xiong and Duanmu Ruoshui were also full of joy and anticipation.

Does the magical power to bring the dead back to life really exist?

Everyone was very puzzled and very curious.