Supreme Martial God Technique

With a flick of his sleeves, a gentle force surged out from the body of the Creation God Bell.

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

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

Then, the Creation God Bell listed all the things he had prepared before.

Under his silent refining, these things slowly turned into strong liquids or energies.

Surge into Xiao Jin's body.

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

For nearly two hours, the Creation God Bell never stopped.

Even he, sweat beads slowly seeped out of his forehead.

It can be seen how much this operation has honed his mind and skills.

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

He asked himself, he could never do it.

And after doing all this, the Creation God Bell did not stop.

He did not look back, and said directly to the little dragon.

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

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

"Okay!"

The little dragon had been prepared for a long time, just waiting for the God of Creation to speak.

Hearing this, he sat cross-legged directly, and his fingers passed, and a inch-long cut was cut on the palm of his right hand.

Blood flowed out.

The God of Creation was also ready.

It was visible to the naked eye that a force invaded the body of the little dragon.

After a while, the blood and blood that flowed out of the palm of the little dragon seemed to be controlled by something.

It began to flow into Xiao Jin's body.

This was undoubtedly another long process.

Because the God of Creation did not dare to move too much, worried about affecting the little dragon.

He could only slowly absorb the blood and blood in the little dragon's body little by little and transport it to Xiao Jin's body.

This consumption took another two hours! Of course, the result was definitely welcome.

As the blood and essence poured in, Xiao Jin's shrunken body began to slowly become plump.

Gradually, his previous outline could be seen! As for Xiao Shenlong, this was nearly half of his blood and essence.

His face was getting paler and paler! Beads of sweat were gushing out.

From his expression, he was getting more and more uncomfortable.

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

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

But after thinking about it, he held back again.

Even Xiao Shenlong himself was holding on, which proved that it was not time yet.

If he stopped, all the previous efforts would be wasted! Finally, after the third hour, the Creation God Bell finally stopped the action in his hand.

The little dragon, who lost the support of the Creation God Bell, directly softened and fell to the ground.

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

The little dragon looked very weak at this moment.

His pale face made people feel a little distressed.

But even so, he asked as soon as Wu Yun helped him up.

"What about the monkey? How is the monkey? Is he alive?"

Wu Yun felt a pain in his heart. As the eldest brother, he should have done this kind of thing.

He said with guilt on his face: "It's okay, brother, you take a rest first. You have just given most of your blood to Xiao Jin. He will be fine!"

"You must not be in trouble. Take care of yourself first. Leave the rest to me!"

"Yeah!"

The little dragon was still very worried and said: "Brother, you must revive the monkey!"

After saying that, he probably couldn't hold on any longer and fainted directly.

Fortunately, the little dragon just lost too much blood, so it was not a big problem.

He will recover after a few days of rest.

After carrying the little dragon to the bed in the stone room and settling him down, Wu Yun walked out again.

When he looked at the God of Creation Bell, he was also exhausted and was being supported by Jin Moli.

It was obvious that he had been exhausted in the past few hours.

"Thank you for your hard work, old bastard!"

Wu Yun said with guilt.

"No need to say more between you and me!"

The God of Creation Bell waved his hand, and then the eyes of the three people fell on Xiao Jin.

It seemed that Xiao Jin was no different from normal at this moment.

Except that the blood and essence in his body were not abundant and his whole body was pale, it seemed that he had returned to normal.

But he always felt that something was missing.

That's right, what was missing was breath! Or in other words, vitality.

There was no breath flowing out of his body, nor was there any breath of any living creature.

In other words, what was restored at this moment was only his state.

He was not resurrected in the true sense.

"Old bastard, is all we can do now is wait?"

"Do you need to do anything else?"

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

"Wait, there is another step, but more depends on the luck of this little monkey!"

The God of Fortune Bell sighed slightly.

After a while, the God of Fortune Bell walked in front of Xiao Jin.

With both hands in front of his chest, he made one seal after another.

When everything was over, a strange formation constructed by pure cultivation appeared above Xiao Jin's head.

Even Wu Yun couldn't understand this formation.

However, he could see that the immortal energy that permeated the surrounding space quickly gathered here.

Through this formation, it rushed into Xiao Jin's body.

"Okay, we've done what we should do!"

"Next, we just have to wait!"

"Maybe, a few hours, maybe three to five days, maybe ten days or half a month!"

"But if he hasn't woken up after half a month" Creation God Bell didn't finish his words.

But the meaning of his words was already very clear.

Wu Yun didn't speak.

At this moment, he couldn't tell what his mood was.

Incredibly complicated!