Big man

Xiao Fan hugged Xin Lin's body tightly in his arms, held Xin Lin's left hand tightly with his right hand, and pressed his left hand against the heart acupoint on Xin Lin's vest. No reaction.

Yuan Qianqian, Tang Xuan and others formed a circle, staring intently, holding their breath, and no one dared to say anything.

The huge Zhishui Temple can almost hear the sound of a needle falling.

Xiao Fan's eyes were already covered with bloodshot eyes, a strand of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, his body trembled slightly, and it was difficult to hold back.

Xin Lin's face was pale, her eyes were closed tightly, as if she was asleep, but her chest didn't rise and fall.

"Amitabha……"

Master Lingyun whispered a Buddha's name, walked over slowly, stretched out two fingers, and put them on Xin Lin's pulse wrist, his face changed suddenly, after a long time, he shook his head slightly, stood up, and looked at Wu Zi who was giving Xin Lin a hand. Lin cast a glance at Xiao Fan, who was full of qi and inner breath, and hesitated to speak.

As the number one master of Taijimen, Master Lingyun is not only a good vegetarian, but also a master of medicine.But he couldn't find a pulse on Xin Lin at all.If it is another patient, Master Lingyun can already directly announce the bad news to the family members.

But seeing Xiao Fan's unwillingness to reconcile, Master Lingyun didn't know how to speak.

When we fought just now, Master Lingyun was tens of meters away, but he could still feel the powerful lethality of Ye Guyu's blow. normal situation.

Although Master Lingyun didn't know that Ye Guyu was the leader of the "Sky Eagle Sect" outside the region and the "King of Assassins" in West Asia, he also admitted that Ye Guyu's move was the most effective way to "draw salary from the bottom of the pot".

With him, Wen Siyuan, Xin Lin, Yanxilou and other experts guarding it, no matter how strong Ye Guyu is, it is almost impossible for Ye Guyu to break through and enter the underground secret room of Zhishui Temple to prevent Xiao Fan and others from casting spells.

Ye Guyu didn't take the most stupid way. Rather than saying that his goal was Xiao Fan, it might be better to say that he came for Xin Lin.

As long as Xin Lin is severely injured, Xiao Fan will not sit idly by anyway, and the "upside-down three talents lore formation" will be broken immediately!

Ye Guyu obviously knew how important Xin Lin was to Xiao Fan.

It's just that Xin Lin is not mediocre, as strong as Ye Guyu, and she can only get away with it by sneak attack.

The figure flashed, Wen Tian rushed back, with a livid face, walked over without saying a word, also stretched out his hand to touch Xin Lin's wrist, then shook his head lightly, and said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother..."

"Second Senior Brother, when you deduced Jia'er's fortune, did she have a short life?"

Before Wen Tian could finish speaking, Xiao Fan suddenly asked, his voice was tearing apart, extremely hoarse.

Wen Tian couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, pondering for a while and couldn't answer.

Xiao Fan stared at him with piercing eyes, without blinking.

After pondering for a long time, Wen Tiancai said slowly: "Junior Brother, Miss Xin didn't have a short life at the beginning. The young master of Qimiao Palace has long-lasting blessings. But, since you changed Lingzu's fate against the heavens, everything is unpredictable. Yes. You should know that fortune-telling and longevity will change."

Although it is generally said that the general situation will not cause a major change in the fate, the fate-defying change is obviously an exception.

"Change your fate against the sky, the one who should be robbed is me!"

"Junior Brother, don't forget that Miss Xin has the same fate restriction. The change of your fate will definitely affect Miss Xin."

Wen Tian's expression became very serious.

Xiao Fan nodded, hugged Xin Lin, stood up abruptly, and strode towards the secret room.

"Junior brother, what are you going to do? You must know that fate is inevitable!"

"Even if fate is hard to break, this time, I will go against the sky!"

Xiao Fan said without hesitation, without turning his head, he carried Xin Lin into the underground secret room, and completely closed the mechanism inside, isolating everyone from the outside.

Wen Tian's complexion suddenly became extremely ugly.

"Old man, what does he want to do?"

Yuan Qianqian finally couldn't help it, and asked hastily.

Wen Tian shook his head and exhaled heavily.Originally, this battle was a complete victory. Even if the barbarians hiding in the dark were not killed on the spot, they would have been unable to deal serious damage. The haze that has been pressing on everyone's heads has finally dissipated, and everyone can breathe a sigh of relief up.But Xin Lin couldn't be happy when she encountered such a calamity.

"Old man, what will happen to our young master?"

Aunt Liu also asked from the side, with an anxious expression on her face.

Wen Tian glanced at her, sighed, but still didn't speak.

He and Master Lingyun had exactly the same judgment on Xin Lin's pulse condition.

Pulse is gone! !

To put it bluntly, Xin Lin has actually disappeared.

"Old man, you may not know that all the saintesses in our Qimiao Palace have a life-saving talisman. This life-saving talisman is enshrined in the main altar... No matter how serious the injury is, as long as you can arrive at the main altar in time and serve If you put a life-saving talisman, you can save your life..."

Aunt Six said hurriedly.

"Lifeguard?"

Grandpa Wen Er raised his eyebrows suddenly, and said.

"Yes. The life-saving talisman must be enshrined in the main altar, and incense is burned day and night, asking for the protection of the ancestors. If you carry it with you, it will lose its effect after a long time..."

Wen Tian asked, "How long will it take from here to the main altar of your Qimiao Palace?"

Liu Gu and a woman from Qimiao Palace looked at each other, and said, "Take off immediately, and inform the other side to meet you at the airport. It will be non-stop, and it should be about five or six hours."

"Five or six hours?"

Wen Tian couldn't help laughing bitterly.

Xin Lin's vitality was exhausted, not to mention five or six hours, even five or six minutes was an extravagant hope.

As Wen Tian smiled wryly and shook his head, the hearts of Liu Gu and the others sank a little bit. Liu Gu still didn't give up, and asked through gritted teeth, "Old man, is there really nothing you can do?"

"Have!"

Unexpectedly, Wen Tian gave such an answer, and his tone was very firm.

"Ah? What is the solution?"

Several women shouted hastily, their faces full of ecstasy.

Wen Tian stopped talking, and looked towards the secret room, his brows were furrowed, and his expression was extremely anxious.

Of all the people present, only he knew how much risk Xiao Fan would have to take if this so-called "method" really took effect.It's just that it's useless to tell everyone about this situation, so it's better not to say it.

Mr. Wen Er is not a talkative person.

Now we can only hope that the heroic spirits of the ancestors of the past dynasties will manifest their holiness and bless the Wuji Gate with blessings and blessings.

In the center of the underground secret room of Zhishuiguan, three futons are still arranged in the shape of finished products, and in the "Qiankun Ding", the fragrance of medicine is indifferent.As the treasure of Wujimen's township teaching, the "Qiankun Cauldron" was handed down to Xiao Fan, most of the time it was used for refining medicine, and it was rarely used for fighting with others.

As Grandpa Wen Er said, Xiao Fanzhai is kind-hearted and upright, not a "militant".

Holding Xin Lin in his arms, Xiao Fan went straight to the statue of "Wuji Tianzun", knelt down on his knees, kowtowed deeply, and muttered a prayer in his mouth: "**Xiao Fan, I would like to exchange my true essence and root blood for Xin Lin, the daughter of Qimiao Palace, lives for a day and a night, Fu Wei patriarch, the heroic spirit blesses her, fulfilling her wish... Jia'er, kowtow to the patriarchs of all generations!"

Saying that, Xiao Fan hugged Xin Lin's delicate body tightly, put her palms together, and bowed down again.

Kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times, after the ceremony, Xiao Fan stood up holding Xin Lin, walked slowly to the foot of the "Three Talents Formation", sat down cross-legged, let Xin Lin lean on his shoulder, and put his left hand on Xin Lin's waist. **, pinching the formula with the right hand, chanting words in the mouth.

A cold light flashed, and blood gushed out from Xiao Fan's right wrist.

With Xiao Fan's internal strength, a series of dark red blood beads drew an arc in the air, like blood pearls, dripping into the "Qian Kun Cauldron", a faint smell of blood immediately permeated the secret room.

"disease!"

Xiao Fan pinched the formula again, pointed like a halberd, and shot a thick mana towards the "Qian Kun Cauldron".

The Qiankun Cauldron, which had been silent at first, suddenly burst into brilliance, and a chaotic pattern formed on the mouth of the cauldron again, about one foot square, spinning continuously, and the smell of blood was quickly covered by the fragrance of medicine.

Although Xiao Fan did not add medicinal materials to the "Qiankun Cauldron" at this time, what kind of spiritual thing is the "Qiankun Cauldron"?It has been passed down for thousands of years, and I don't know how many precious medicinal materials have been practiced. Even if only a small part of the essence of these medicinal materials is absorbed by the "Qian Kun Cauldron" itself, it is no small matter to release a little bit at this moment.

The scent of the medicine became stronger and stronger, but Xiao Fan's face became paler and paler. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and even his body couldn't help shaking slightly.

Xin Lin's situation this time was far more serious than Yuan Qianqian's injury last time.That time, at least Yuan Qianqian was still alive and able to speak.Xiao Fan healed Yuan Qianqian, but did not activate the "Qian Kun Cauldron", so his natal primordial energy was not consumed much.But this time, Xiao Fan's natal essence was continuously flowing out of his body.

The true essence of life was lost so fast, even if he was as strong as Xiao Fan, he would soon be unable to resist it.

However, the medicinal fragrance in the "Qian Kun Cauldron" was far from reaching the concentration that Xiao Fan hoped for.

Exchanging Xin Lin's life for one day and one night with her natal true energy and root blood was originally Xiao Fan's own prayer to God. Whether or not her wish can be fulfilled, the initiative is not in Xiao Fan's hands, but the desire is in the hands of God.

Looking at this posture, God seems unwilling to give Xiao Fan this chance.

Xiao Fan's face was as pale as paper, even his lips turned pale, and he was about to be unable to hold on, but suddenly an inexplicable force came from the wall of the Patriarch, wrapping Xiao Fan suddenly, this force was invisible and invisible. However, Xiao Fan's spirit was lifted up, he straightened his body suddenly, pointed like a halberd, and shot towards the "Qian Kun Cauldron" again with an incomparably majestic magic power.

An hour passed, and the thick and intractable medicinal fragrance in the basement was suddenly absorbed, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if it was all taken back by the "Qian Kun Cauldron" in an instant.

"rise!"

Xiao Fan stretched out his hand to move towards the "Qian Kun Cauldron", a bright red pill flew out from the cauldron and landed in Xiao Fan's hand.

This elixir is bright red like blood, and its shape is not round, but oval. At first glance, it looks like a drop of coagulated blood, but its color is extremely gorgeous.

"Jia'er, take medicine..."

Xiao Fan carefully fed this elixir into Xin Lin's mouth.

Strange to say, this elixir melts in the mouth without Xin Lin chewing it.

Xiao Fan's eyes were piercing, staring at Xin Lin's face, he didn't even dare to blink his eyelids, as if he was afraid that if he blinked, he would miss something.

About a quarter of an hour later, Xin Lin, who was motionless, suddenly let out a low moan, and slowly opened her eyes.

"Kal..."

"Xiao Fan, I...I want to go home..."

"Okay, okay, I'll take you home, we'll go home right away..."

Xiao Fan leaned down and pressed his forehead against Xin Lin's. Warm tears instantly wet Xin Lin's pale cheeks. (To be continued.)