It's been seven days in a flash, and Han Bing's situation in the Fengshen Tower is unknown to the outside world, but not everyone is unaware of it. The two people controlled by Han Bing's soul spell were exceptions, Jiang Chen and Qing Ling.

Jiang Chen only felt that in the depths of his soul, the powerful slave mark seemed to have signs of loosening, and this discovery surprised him.

Qingling, on the other hand, was different, as soon as she felt the change in the slave seal, she rushed out of the enchantment and looked in the direction of the Fengshen Tower, with an excited look in her eyes, this kind of expression had not appeared on her face for decades. Her divine sense closely followed the changes in the slave seal in her body, and she could clearly feel that as time passed, the decay rate of the slave mark became faster and faster.

"Han Bing!" Qingling gritted her teeth and muttered to herself, the sword in her hand bursting with cold flames. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a perfect time for her to be ashamed. She speculated that at this rate, in less than five days, the slave seal would completely collapse.

The jade hand in Qingling's sleeve robe moved slightly, and one after another transmitted jade slips were issued, and in a moment, several undead protectors of the Yuan Dynasty rushed from the sea of death.

"Master, what do you command?" said the Dharma Protector respectfully.

"Get ready, gather your soldiers, if nothing else, there will be a fierce battle in a few days!" Qing Ling's voice revealed determination.

"Yes!" several Dharma protectors quickly retreated after receiving the order.

Qingling flew up and flew in the direction of the Fengshen Tower.

Liu Yue was walking in her attic, and suddenly received a transmission of the jade slip, after checking the information in the jade slip, her face changed greatly, and she immediately rushed to the door, and turned into Changhong when she left the attic, and went straight to the Fengshen Tower.

When Liu Yue rushed to the outside of the Fengshen Tower, she happened to see Han Bing staggering out of the tower, at this time, Han Bing's face was extremely pale, spitting blood, and he looked like he was seriously injured.

"Master!" Liu Yue exclaimed, hurriedly stepped forward to help Han Bing, and looked around, "What happened?"

"Go—find Wang Qian, get some pills to heal the meridians—quick!" Han Bing spat out a mouthful of blood again, and his body became even weaker. At this time, the meridians in his body were extremely damaged.

"The disciple will go right away. Liu Yue didn't dare to slack off, and after helping Han Bing into the inner hall, she hurried in the direction of Dantang, and sent Wang Qian a transmission jade slip on the way.

After Liu Yue left, a green shadow fell lightly beside the tower. Qingling looked at the Fengshen Tower, and due to nervousness, fine beads of sweat appeared in her palms.

Qingling didn't walk into the Fengshen Tower, just quietly looked outside.

Liu Yue took the pill and came back, and when she saw Qingling, she was slightly stunned, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"Senior Qingling, are you here to visit your master, why don't you go in?"

Qing Ling was taken aback by Liu Yue's sudden appearance, he was so engrossed in observation just now that he didn't notice anyone coming.

"Senior, come in with me, Shizun is seriously injured. Liu Yue said.

Qingling nodded and smiled awkwardly, "Let's go." After speaking, he followed Liu Yue into the main hall.

On top of the bed in a side room of the main hall, Han Bing's body curled up in a corner, convulsing incessantly.

"Master, Master, the elixir has been taken. Liu Yue showed tears in the corners of her eyes, rushed to the front, opened a jade bottle filled with pills, took out one of them, and fed them to Han Bing's mouth.

Han Bing swallowed the pill and let out a violent cough, and the unfinished pill was squirted out. Liu Yue took out another pill and fed it to him.

"In my opinion, you don't have to work in vain. Qing Ling's cold voice came.

When Liu Yue heard Qing Ling's words, her body trembled, and she turned her head back sharply, looking at Qing Ling in surprise.

Qing Ling's right hand shook, and the sword appeared.

"What are you going to do?" Liu Yue was startled and cried out in a lost voice.

"You don't have to worry about it, this is a grudge between me and Han Bing. Qing Ling stepped forward slowly with her sword, she had already probed Han Bing's injuries, and at this time, she was sure to take his life.

"Don't!" Liu Yue stood up and stood in front of Han Bing, looking at Qing Ling with a panic in her eyes.

"Qing-Ling" Han Bing endured the severe pain in his body, and his eyes were on the face of Qingling, who was walking step by step.

"I didn't think you would have today, right?" Qing Ling snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice, and on the blade of the sword, there was a cyan flame.

"You-" Han Bing opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to respond to Qing Ling, the grievances between him and Qing Ling were not clear in one or two sentences.