At a glance, he already knew the situation of the five people.

At this moment, the person controlling the spaceship became Qing Yao.

He and Qingtang are in the best condition. The two of them who just came out of the "storm circle" are in very good condition and don't seem to have any problems.

It can even be said that they are in much better condition now than in normal times.

Qingyao controlled the spaceship, while Qingtang treated Qingzhan, Qingye and Qingfeng at the same time.

I don’t know what method she used, but the faint green light covered the three of them, making them look like human-shaped fireflies that radiated light from the inside out.

With this method, the conditions of Qing Zhan and Qing Ye improved rapidly, and the condition of Qing Feng, who was the most seriously injured and had a bloodless face, was also brought under control.

"It is said that Xuanzhi is the most talented and highest-level pharmacist in Qingxuan Sect, but Qingtang is not included in this," Meng Zhou thought in his heart.

However, this seems very reasonable. As one of the five ancestors of Qingxuan Sect, Qingtang certainly cannot argue with the younger generation.

Through simple visual examination, Meng Zhou also basically diagnosed the injuries of the three people.

Qing Zhan and Qing Ye's injuries were basically at the physical level.

Overall, Qing Zhan's injuries were more serious, and his energy and blood were fluctuating unsteadily.

This is not only the backlash caused by the water mirror technique being forcibly broken, but also the secondary damage caused by the opponent's pursuit of victory and "sprinkling salt on the wound", which is deep into the bone marrow.

Qingye's situation is better, but when Meng Zhou thinks about it, if possible, Qingye will definitely be willing to exchange with Qingzhan.

Because what Qingye injured was a pair of eyes, at this moment, his eyes were tightly closed, there were obvious cracks in the corners of his eyes, and the two long blood lines were extremely clear.

"You weren't completely blinded, were you?" Meng Zhou couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

Under the light green light, Qingye's double eyelids and surrounding muscles trembled uncontrollably from time to time.

To him, pain is a trivial matter. What is more uncomfortable is the itch, which is unbearable, uncontrollable, and penetrates deep into the soul.

The key is that his best response is to endure it and try not to do anything disturbing, because this may cause him to lose his appearance.

For example, the eyes recovered, but became cross-eyed.

This is more painful than killing him.

So, all I can do is be patient.

However, compared to Qingfeng, whether it was Qing Zhan who had injuries all over his body and penetrated deep into his bones, or Qing Ye who was almost blind in one pair of eyes, they were only slightly injured.

In terms of injuries on the physical level alone, they are much better than those of Qing Zhan and Qing Ye. The key lies in the level of consciousness and soul.

At this moment, Qingtang, who was also responsible for the physical injuries of the three people, asked for help:

"Fellow Taoist, Qingfeng's soul is seriously injured, I hope you can help me!"

"Okay." Meng Zhou agreed simply.

I thought that Qingtang's pharmacist attainments could only barely reach the level of the third-level top grade. Although it was higher than Xuanzhi, it was still limited.

A very simple truth is that the consciousness of the sea and the soul is the most private domain of a practitioner. Unless it is absolutely necessary, it is impossible to seek help from others.

As for his skills as a pharmacist, no one would question his successful treatment of Mu Hanyu, the ancestor of Albizia Julibrissin.

After agreeing, Meng Zhou went straight to Qing Feng.

He stretched out his hand and pressed Qingfeng's forehead. Just before his consciousness wanted to penetrate into Qingfeng's sea of ​​consciousness, he felt a slight boost, as if he didn't want him to enter.

But soon, this layer of resistance disappeared.

Meng Zhou's consciousness quickly penetrated into Qingfeng's sea of ​​consciousness and saw an unusually "clean" sea of ​​consciousness.

Too clean and too empty.

The entire sea of ​​consciousness was empty, with only a long sword floating in the center.

The blade of the sword is facing upwards and the hilt is downwards.

Apart from that, there is nothing else.

This long sword is the one I saw before, the one that appeared above Qing Feng's head.

At first, Meng Zhou was still a little confused, "Where is the soul?"

He subconsciously regarded this long sword as a natal magic weapon, or some other important treasure that could be stored in the sea of ​​consciousness.

However, Meng Zhou quickly reacted.

His attention was completely focused on this long sword.

Just when he focused on the long sword, the long sword trembled obviously, and the restrained soul power fluctuations spread out from the sword's edge.

"This is Qingfeng's soul!"

Although it is the choice of most monks for the soul to remain in human form - and most of the time, this is not the monk's active choice, but the natural trend when the foundation is broken through the practice of Qi, the sea of ​​consciousness is opened, and the soul is formed.

It's as natural as anyone walking down.

But there are very few situations where one can seize this fleeting window and transform the soul into other forms.

For example, his soul pool, or the soul sword in front of him.

Looking carefully at this "soul sword", Meng Zhou discovered fine cracks.

The cracks start from the tip of the sword and are as dense as a spider web. The further down to the hilt of the sword, the fewer the cracks become and the more obscure and difficult to find them.

It wasn't until two or three inches above the hilt that the cracks completely disappeared.

Meng Zhou looked at it seriously, but he was not in a hurry, but the "Soul Sword" couldn't bear it anymore.

I saw the cracked sword trembling slightly, and Qingfeng's thoughts penetrated directly into Meng Zhou's heart.

"Haven't you seen enough?"

Thoughts are like swords drawn out of their scabbards, cold and sharp.

Meng Zhou comforted him: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, I'll be here soon... and don't rush me. You have to allow me to examine it carefully before treatment."

During the exchange, rays of light fell out of thin air, like scabbards transformed into rays of light, covering Qingfeng's soul sword.

This is the manifestation of the master-level soul-healing technique.

Perhaps because he was not used to it, when he put it on for the first time, the soul sword trembled uncontrollably again.

"Comfortable." Meng Zhou joked.

The soul sword remained motionless and did not respond.
Chapter completed!