Supreme Martial God Art

Chapter 1980 Resurrection Xiaojin

With a flick of the sleeve robe, I saw a soft power gushing out of the body of the god of creation.

Slowly lift up Xiao Jin, who was lying flat on the ground.

Under the control of this force, Xiao Jin slowly became a meditating posture.

Afterwards, the God of Fortune listed all the things he had prepared before.

Under his silence, these things slowly turned into strong streams or liquids, or energy.

It rushed towards Xiaojin's body.

Of course, this seemingly simple process is, in fact, difficult and time-consuming.

For nearly two hours, the God of Fortune Clock did not stop for a moment.

Even, even on his forehead, beads of sweat slowly ooze out.

It can be seen that this operation has honed the mind and technique.

At least, Wu Yun, who was watching from the sidelines, was amazed.

He asked himself, absolutely can't do it.

And after doing all this, the God of Fortune Clock did not stop.

He didn't look back, and said directly to Xiao Shenlong.

"Cut open the palm of your right palm, follow my rhythm, and work hard slowly!"

"I will temporarily control your body later, don't resist, if you can't bear it, stop it immediately!"

"OK!"

Xiao Shenlong has been preparing for a long time, just waiting for the God of Fortune to speak.

Hearing this, he sat cross-legged directly, his fingers crossed, and an inch-long slit was cut in the palm of his right palm.

Blood gurgled out.

The God of Fortune is also ready.

Visible to the naked eye, a force penetrated into Xiao Shenlong's body.

After a while, I saw that the blood essence gushing out from the palm of the little dragon seemed to be under some kind of control.

It began to flow towards Xiaojin's body.

This is undoubtedly a long process.

Because the God of Fortune did not dare to move too much, he was worried that it would affect the little dragon.

He could only slowly absorb the blood essence from Xiao Shenlong's body little by little and transfer it to Xiao Jin's body.

This consumption is another full two hours!

Of course, the result is absolutely delightful.

With the influx of blood essence, Xiao Jin's shriveled body began to gradually become plump.

Gradually, I can already see his previous outline!

It's the little dragon, this is nearly half of the blood.

His face is getting more and more pale!

Bean-sized beads of sweat gurgled out.

Judging from his expression, he was getting more and more uncomfortable.

It was only because he was Xiao Jin that he kept holding on.

Several times, Wu Yun almost couldn't help it and wanted to stop it.

But when he thought about it, he held back.

Even Xiao Shenlong himself is strong, which proves that that time has not yet come.

If he goes to stop it, then all the previous efforts will be for nothing!

Finally, after the third hour, the God of Fortune finally stopped its movements.

The little dragon, who lost the power of the divine bell of good fortune, fell directly to the ground.

Seeing this, Wu Yun rushed forward and asked worriedly, "How is it, brother, are you alright!"

At this moment, the little dragon looks very weak.

The pale face made people feel a little worried.

But even so, the first time he was lifted up by Wu Yun, he asked.

"Where's the monkey, how's the monkey, is he alive?"

Wu Yun only felt a pain in his heart. As a big brother, this kind of thing should have been done by him.

He said with a face full of guilt: "It's okay, brother, you should rest first, you have given most of the blood to Xiao Jin just now, he will be fine!"

"You must not be in trouble, take care of yourself first, and leave the rest to me!"

"Um!"

Xiao Shenlong was still extremely worried: "Brother, we must resurrect the monkey!"

After speaking, he probably couldn't hold it any longer and fainted directly.

However, fortunately, Xiao Shenlong just lost too much blood, which is not a big problem.

Rest for a few days to recover.

He carried the little dragon to the bed in the stone room, and after settling in, Wu Yun walked out again.

When he saw the God of Fortune Clock, his face was exhausted, and he was being supported by Jin Moli at the moment.

Obviously, in the past few hours, the consumption of him is also enormous.

"Good work, old bastard!"

Wu Yun said with guilt.

"Between you and me, no need to say more!"

The god of creation clock waved his hand, and then, the eyes of the three people fell on Xiaojin.

It seems that Xiao Jin at this moment is no different from normal.

Except that the blood in the body is not abundant, and the whole person is pale, it seems that he has returned to normal.

But it always felt like something was missing.

That's right, less is the breath!

Or rather, life.

In his body, no breath flows out, and no breath of any living creature flows out.

In other words, what has been restored at this moment is only his state.

He was not truly resurrected.

"Old bastard, then, can we just wait?"

"Do I need to do anything else?"

Wu Yun looked at Xiao Jin for a while, and then asked worriedly.

"Wait a minute, there is still a step, but more, depends on the creation of this little monkey!"

The God of Fortune sighed slightly.

After a while, I saw the God of Fortune Clock walking in front of Xiao Jin.

The hands moved quickly in front of the chest, pinching out one seal after another.

After everything was over, on top of Xiao Jin's head, there was a strange formation constructed from pure cultivation.

Even Wu Yun couldn't understand this formation.

However, it can be seen that the immortal energy that pervades the surrounding space is quickly gathering here.

Through this formation, it rushed towards Xiaojin's body.

"Okay, what should be done, done!"

"Next, just wait!"

"Maybe, a few hours, maybe, three or five days, maybe ten days and a half months!"

"But if he hasn't woken up after half a month..."

The God of Fortune did not finish his words.

But the meaning of his words was very clear.

Wu Yun did not speak.

At this moment, his mood can't be described as any emotion.

Incredibly complicated!

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