The Imperial Sword surpasses ordinary artifacts, and it is definitely a divine sword that is unparalleled in the world. It's a pity that Lao Tzu attacked too fiercely, and even the imperial sword couldn't withstand it. In other words, if the Excalibur is still like this, how can Chen Feng survive?

Lao Tzu just shook his head and sighed, feeling sorry for the fracture of this legendary divine sword. But that's all, looking at the Seven Divine Swords in his hands, he was content and ready to leave. All he needed was these artifacts, and whether the Imperial Sword was broken or not, it had no effect on his plans.

The crane came, and Lao Tzu rode away on the crane. He should be weak now, but now there is no one standing in the entire palace, let alone to stop him.

The people in front of the Taihe Hall were the most affected by Wan Dao Sen Luo, and all the forbidden troops were killed, and the weaker people in the Ouchi guards, Mingtang and Jinyi guards were also all killed, and the number of deaths was conservatively estimated to be more than a thousand.

As for those who did not die, they became idiots at worst, and at least they fell to the ground due to internal injuries.

Zhu Zhanji and the civil and military officials were in the Taihe Palace, and the closed hall became the best fortification. In addition, the entire hall only endured the aftermath of Wan Dao Sen Luo, so these people were just dizzy in their heads, and they did not suffer any fatal injuries, nor did it affect their intelligence.

It was calm outside, and Zhu Zhanji dared to order someone to open the gate of the Taihe Palace. The tragic scene in front of him made people unbearable to look at it directly, and Zhu Zhanji, as the emperor, couldn't help but leave two lines of tears. Those who died can be said to be his most loyal guards, and the two lines of tears left for this are enough to prove Zhu Zhanji's benevolence.

At the same time, the people of the Martial Arts Alliance also rushed into the palace, and dozens of first-class masters came to the Taihe Palace, and they also gasped when they saw the scene in front of them.

Everyone quickly locked on Chen Feng, who fell in the center of the battlefield, and Miyamoto Danzo, who was half-kneeling beside Chen Feng.

The big guys all came around, and Lu Daoling was the first to take his pulse, but he sat down on the ground. He was dumbfounded, unable to believe that what was in front of him was real.

Looking at Chen Feng's state at this time, his eyes were blurred, and he was almost closed, leaving only a gap. The whole person was motionless, only a faint breath proved that he was not dead.

Dugu Huang also took Chen Feng's pulse, and the result was exactly the same as Lu Daoling, and he sat down on the ground in disbelief, and his tears couldn't stop staying.

Fortunately, Qin Ling, An Le, Murong Miaoyue and Blue Butterfly all stayed in the inn, otherwise the scene would have been a sad scene.

"What's going on?" asked Zhang Nianshan.

Lu Daoling and Dugu Huang did not answer, and in the end, it was Miyamoto Tuanzang who explained: "He was hit by my master's life-breaking palm, and the emperor's sword was broken, and he was also in pieces......

"Your master, are you Lao Tzu's apprentice?" Zhang Nianshan's face immediately became solemn.

Miyamoto explained, "I lost to Tatsu and am now only his slave......"

Chen Taibai trembled and explained: "If he hadn't been there, Lao Tzu would have killed Chen Gongzi with a sword." ”

Everyone put away their hostility towards Miyamoto Tuanzang, and just discussed it one by one, some discussed how to treat Chen Feng, and some were worried about how to resist Lao Tzu.

Chen Feng's fate extinguished the confidence of the Martial Arts Alliance against Lao Tzu, and many people were in hesitation and fear.

And what about Chen Feng at this time?

He only vaguely saw the images of the crowd, but couldn't make out what they were saying. He felt that his body was not listening, and only the faint consciousness could still think.

And this faint consciousness can only be retained thanks to the martial arts treasure book.

This was the first time Chen Feng had faced death, he was indeed dying, and no one could save him. But he was not reconciled, he thought of the voice he hadn't heard for a long time, so he shouted in his mind: "Spirit of the Treasure Book, you come out quickly! I'm going to die, can you save my life?"

The Martial Arts Treasure Book has an autonomous consciousness, but as Chen Feng's martial arts reach its peak, he has rarely communicated with the spirit of the Treasure Book. Generally speaking, it is the spirit of the treasure book that independently reminds the enemy to use the martial arts, otherwise Chen Feng has not taken the initiative to talk to it.

But now, Chen Feng had to communicate with the Spirit of the Treasure Book.

Originally, it was just a try, but I didn't expect the spirit of the treasure book to really answer: "If you die, I will disappear with you, and you are the most promising one I have ever met." If there is a cure for you, I will not watch you die. But now it's too late, and although I know the method, I can only tell you the method, and it's up to others to implement it. But you can't even speak now, and you can't live half a pillar of incense, what's the use of me telling you?"

The current Chen Feng really can't speak, unless someone can directly transmit the sound, but unfortunately the person who can transmit the sound is not present.

Chen Feng couldn't do anything, the only thing he could do was to pray that person would come soon.

Every time in the past, the white-haired old man would join the battle at the right time. But this time, he didn't show up for a long time. He has his own business, how can you force it?

Chen Feng felt that his consciousness was getting more and more blurred, and it seemed that he was really going to die.

At this moment, the long-lost voice finally came into his mind: "Little Brother Chen, are you okay!"

Chen Feng struggled to stay awake, and without him having to say anything, the voice of the Spirit of the Treasure Book rang out. The spirit of the treasure book was originally a robot-like voice, but this time, it directly inherited Chen Feng's voice, and talked to the white-haired old man independently, but Chen Feng didn't need to explain and translate it.

"Senior Zhang, the only thing that can save me now is the blood of the phoenix, please be sure to find it!"

The white-haired old man was stunned, let alone him, in fact, even Chen Feng had already given up hope.

What phoenix blood, no one in the world has ever heard of at all, how to find it?

But if you think about it, whether it's a phoenix or a dragon tortoise, they are all legendary creatures. Since the dragon turtle blood exists, the phoenix blood may not exist.

The blood of the dragon turtle focuses on longevity, and it is extremely domineering and has a strong aggressiveness, just look at the state of Lao Tzu's beast blood after boiling. And the blood of the phoenix is reborn in Nirvana and has a strong recovery ability. Even the broken internal organs can be reborn and healed.

It's just that there is such a thing, how can it be said that there is, only the white-haired old man has the blood of the dragon turtle in the world, and the blood of the phoenix has never been heard of, so how can everyone find it?

The white-haired old man was silent and did not speak, for what he had heard was beyond his knowledge.

However, the spirit of the treasure book quickly said: "I know where to find the blood of the phoenix, please find a way to freeze my body, leaving only the head, and then use the prescription I gave to dispense medicine, temporarily retain my consciousness, and then I will tell you where the blood of the phoenix is!" ......