What is the palace? It is thick and solemn.

Chen Yang has never liked this. When he walked into the bedroom, he felt even more depressed. Good people are uncomfortable here, let alone patients.

The inner room is large, with a capacity of more than 100 square meters. It is extremely luxurious and everything is the best and exquisite. The wide dragon bed is inlaid with gold and jade in the center.

The golden nanmu brackets are surrounded by several layers of curtains, just like a room in a room. Ordinary people's bedrooms are not as big as this bed.

But the space is open and cold, with multiple warmers around the room, and sandalwood mists are always floating inside, making the room as warm as spring and the temperature is always constant.

At this time, four beautiful palace maids were serving around the dragon bed, some were fanning and some played the piano, and the two imperial physicians were guarding each other without blinking.

Chen Yang turned a corner and saw the emperor on the bed five meters before he saw clearly when he walked to the bed. However, he was not as terminally ill as he imagined, and was as thin as a stingy person, but his skin was full and he looked like a healthy person.

At this time, he was lying on the bed with his eyes staring at him, not as if he was sleeping, but his breath was so weak that it was almost gone. When he looked at his eyes, he would not have such eyes.

The turtle breath is not like this, and Chen Yang could see at a glance that the soul was being hooked away, and the three souls and seven spirits are now only one soul hanging. If this soul is gone, the person will die.

Chen Yang's eyes fell on the bed, and there were eight bulges covered with bedding in the four corners. You could sense the formation that was a soul-fixing without looking at it. It seemed that there were still masters in the palace. If it weren't for the protection of this formation, the emperor's last soul would have been hooked away long ago.

On the top of the dragon's bed, a black bead as big as a bowl was rotating slowly at this time. There was nothing fixed but it couldn't fall off. It was just hanging in the air, with a layer of hazy black gas on the surface.

Hey! The emperor's soul is all in the bead, and it turns out that this bead hooks away his soul. Why don't you take back the soul? It is impossible for such a weapon refiner in the palace.

Weapon refiners are collectively named. In fact, there are hundreds of branches, covering almost 36o disciplines, and there are all geniuses in the realm of gods and demons. As long as you pass the assessment, you will become a qualified weapon refiner.

Although there are few weapon refiners who exorcise ghosts and attract souls, it is impossible for a large force like the Immortal Capital Empire to not have one. It is impossible for them to not be able to catch them even though they know that the soul is in the black beads.

No! This soul was taken to the black bead by someone, and the last soul was left deliberately. The black bead and the Bagua formation below are a whole, forming a soul-locking formation to extend the emperor's life.

His root of his illness is not here, and Chen Yang saw through these things as he walked to the bed. Years of hard work, especially Zhurong's inheritance, have already made his knowledge of refining weapons reach the top level. Even if many of them are still not able to do, he can see why, and he will be familiar with them very quickly.

Now he was marveling at the wonder of this soul-locking formation, which can actually hook a person's soul out and lock it up, so that the soul will not be affected by physical illness and pain. As long as the body is cured, the soul can come back intact, which means that the human soul will not be affected.

"Stop, you can only diagnose three meters away, and there are ten minutes left." Du Tianbao reminded coldly that the two imperial physicians there also cast a fierce look on their faces. They never said a word, but their gloomy aura made Chen Yang awkward.
Chapter completed!