Several people returned to the Thousand Medicine Hall with Lin Jiaoyang, who was seriously injured, and the prince.

Yin Wuji also put away the immodest things on weekdays, and as soon as he came back, he kept healing Lin Jiaoyang and the prince.

"I don't care, save the prince first. ”

Lin Jiaoyang refused Yin Wuji's action to heal her injuries first, and looked at the prince who was lying on the side and had not yet woken up.

"You're more seriously injured. Yin Wuji shouted angrily.

"It's okay, I took the pill, I can bear it, he is late, and his hands will be completely wasted. Lin Jiaoyang shook his head stubbornly.

"You'll be a waste person when you're late!" Yin Wuji frowned, full of disapproval.

"Teacher, I won't, you can save him. ”

Lin Jiaoyang's face was anxious, and he shook his head and said.

The little man in her body is indeed repairing her exhausted soul, and at the same time, she is slowly repairing the damaged tendons and veins, and she can indeed resist for a while.

"You... That's it. Yin Wuji sighed, fed Lin Jiaoyang healing medicine again, and then walked to the prince's bed with some anxiety.

Long Xiaosheng was silently guarding next to Lin Jiaoyang, his eyes were calm, but no one could see the turbulent waves in his heart.

He once vowed to protect Jiaojiao, but he always hurt her repeatedly.

And Mo Li's eyes were full of self-blame and heartache.

If he and Xiaosheng didn't practice today, but went out with them, wouldn't the result be better?

This idea is also the idea of Qi Yan and Feng Jindeng, and they are to blame for letting Xiao Yang'er and the prince encounter such a big crisis alone.

"Don't blame yourself. ”

Lin Jiaoyang seemed to see their thoughts and said softly.

The teenagers pursed their lips and did not say anything, and the atmosphere was extremely heavy.

Yin Wuji raised the prince's bloody arm with a solemn face, there was a trace of unbearability in his eyes, how painful it was to be broken like this?

Withdrawing that trace of emotion, Yin Wuji put an elixir in the prince's mouth, which could relieve his pain, and then at a very fast speed, he summoned his spiritual power to put the broken bones under the turned flesh and skin into their original positions little by little for restoration.

And some of the things that have been crushed are picked out, and they are pierced into the flesh, and it takes a great deal of patience to pick them out.

Qi Yan and the others saw that their eyes were red, and finally turned their heads.

It took Yin Wuji half an hour to restore the broken bones to their original positions, and at the same time pick out the shattered ones, and then, I saw that his face sank, and he pulled the broken bones violently, and the broken parts were connected.

"Hmph..."

The prince, who was originally unconscious, was directly awakened by this pain, and snorted, but gritted his teeth and did not shout.

Yin Wuji glanced at him, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes: "Hold back, it won't affect your cultivation in the future." ”

The prince's pale cheeks barely outlined a smile: "Thank you, senior." ”

Then he glanced around at his friends, and saw that their faces were full of worry and unbearable, and couldn't help but say, "I'm fine, don't worry." ”

"Of course you're fine, if you have something, Lao Tzu will have to bury you with his own hands!" Qi Yan couldn't help but feel distressed and snorted coldly.

"Retarded. The prince chuckled softly.

"Okay, don't talk, the bones are connected, I'm going to stitch it up next, and I'll take another painkiller. ”

Yin Wuji said, and at the same time took another pill and gave it to the prince.

"No, senior, that's it, I can bear it. The prince shook his head and refused.

"Are you sure?" Yin Wuji raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. The prince nodded firmly, this unforgettable pain, of course he had to remember!

Remember to die!

The hatred in the prince's eyes flashed.

Yin Wuji nodded, took out the fishbone needle that had threaded the thread, glanced at the prince, pulled up the bloody minced flesh and began to stitch it up.

The prince gritted his back molars, and his face drenched with sweat the size of beans, dripping down the bed.

Qi Yan and the others couldn't bear to look at it anymore, they all turned their eyes away, but Lin Jiaoyang kept watching Yin Wuji's movements, she wanted to write it down, and write down how the Temple of the Afterlife hurt her little friend.

Yin Wuji was extremely serious, and by the time he had stitched up one arm, another hour had passed, and the prince had been conscious during this time, but he had not exhaled in pain.

"The other one. Yin Wuji was sweating profusely and said in a serious tone.

Then repeat the previous action.

By the time the prince's injuries were treated, it was already dark, and the prince had fallen asleep.

Yin Wuji came to deal with Lin Jiaoyang's injuries.

"The veins have been destroyed, and the veins have to be reshaped. ”

Yin Wuji's face was solemn and he looked at Lin Jiaoyang.

"What are you going to do?" Lin Jiaoyang asked calmly.

"Break and stand. Yin Wuji frowned slightly between his eyebrows and said: "If you want to reshape your muscles and veins, if you want not to affect your future cultivation, you can only break all the tendons and veins that are still intact, and then reshape them, so that all your veins and veins can be more perfect, and they will be more tenacious than before." ”

To break all the veins...

"Good. Lin Jiaoyang was very afraid of pain, very afraid of pain, but the number of times the pain was too much, and she got used to it, she nodded and accepted it happily.

"Girl, in addition to your broken tendons, your soul is also exhausted, so you are now on the verge of being very dangerous, and you will not be able to fight anyone again for a month. ”

"Good. Lin Jiaoyang nodded.

"At the beginning, I obtained a Nine-Turn Plastic Pulse Pill, a heaven-level pill, in an ancient cave, and it came in handy today. ”

Yin Wuji took out a jade bottle with some pain.

It contained a golden elixir, and there was a faint wisp of mist.

"Thank you, teacher. Lin Jiaoyang's eyes fluctuated a little, Yin Wuji was even willing to give her such an elixir: "In the future, if the teacher has something to order, the student will not care about himself." ”

"Forget it, I have no children and no daughters in my life, only Qing'er is a righteous daughter, and it is useless to keep this medicine, and besides, I have also advanced to a heaven-level alchemist now, refining the Nine Transformation Plastic Pulse Pill, it is only a matter of time. ”

Yin Wuji waved his hand.

Then he said with a serious face: "It is extremely important to reshape the muscles and veins, you must be careful, it is quite inconvenient here, it is better to go to my alchemy room safely." ”

"Hmm. Lin Jiaoyang responded.

Yin Wuji is not wrong, it really hurts to reshape the muscles and veins, the pain that goes deep into the bone marrow, Lin Jiaoyang sat in the alchemy room, bearing the process of the meridians being broken and reborn.

Lin Jiaoyang was so painful that he almost lost consciousness several times, but finally relied on his tenacious willpower to survive.

And the reshaping of the muscles and veins lasted for two days, until the last vein was restored to its integrity, Lin Jiaoyang breathed a sigh of relief, and finally fainted with confidence.

It hurts.

This time, the injury was worse than the last time, and the last time was not completely healed, and now that he has suffered such a big sin, the plan to go to the Demon Palace in three days has to be shelved.

Even if there is a Yin Wuji medicine, it will probably take at least a month to get better, and besides, the recovery of the soul is not overnight.