Yin Deng's eyes burst into brilliance and said, "Really?"

Yin Ming said: "His vitality is declining, and at most he can only continue his life." ”

"Of course, we'll have to see what happens. ”

Yin Deng lowered his head, his expression was a little self-reproachful, and also a little gloomy.

Yin Ming immediately ordered Liu Teng to lift the old bear and be led by Liu Moyang to the valley.

Far to the northwest, in the clouds under the moon, two mysterious beings are still there.

"How about it, do you want to make a move?"

"His strength is more or less clear, but it seems that he still has hole cards. ”

"Yes, the Yin Lion gave up his life before, and he seems to be confident. ”

"Moreover, he seems to want to save the iron-eating beast, and if we interfere, I am afraid that we will have a grudge against that clan. ”

"Hehe, that iron-eating beast not only betrayed the demon clan, but also cut off its vitality, and it is already bound to die. ”

"Anyway, it's better not to provoke that clan. ”

"It's good ......"

The clouds gradually dispersed.

It was clear under the moonlit sky.

In the valley, the old bear was placed on the soft grass, and Yin Ming was treating him.

Although Yin Ming is not a doctor, he has read a few medical books and has some understanding of medical Taoism.

He carefully felt the situation in the old bear's body, and couldn't help but sigh lightly.

The biggest problem with the old bear was not the blow of the Yin Lion King.

The vitality in his body had been drying up, and he was obviously old and about to die.

Even if he hadn't had it, he wouldn't have lived more than ten years.

The blow of the Yin Lion King happened to be a strangulation of vitality, which greatly shortened this time.

What can be done now is to heal the old bear's external injuries.

However, in two or three months, he will definitely die.

Although the literary atmosphere can bring life opportunities and continue people's lives.

However, Lao Xiong is a demon clan, and he can't bear the temperament at all.

Yin Ming looked at Yin Deng, did not hide it, and told all this truthfully.

Yin Deng was sad, but she had already walked out of her initial sadness at this time, holding back her tears and nodding.

At this time, Liu Teng had already brought all the disciples and guards over.

They naturally had basic medicine in their bags to heal their wounds, and they immediately bandaged the old bear.

The guards had already heard about the old bear's deeds, and they were all very embarrassed.

However, everyone's mood is also a little strange.

Because the demon race is the mortal enemy of the human race.

Now there is a big demon who has saved his companion, and he and others are treating his injuries.

It's weird.

The old bear was very cooperative, and collapsed listlessly on the ground, allowing the Terrans to wrap him in white yarn.

Seeing him dying, very different from his usual cheerful appearance, Yin Deng couldn't help but feel sad.

The east is gradually whitening, and the morning is approaching.

Yin Ming called a few people and told them to go to the forest to find some medicinal herbs.

The old bear was originally paralyzed on the ground, looking like he was about to die, and suddenly tilted his head.

He asked nervously, "You, let them ...... They take medicine and want to ...... What do you want to do?"

Yin Ming frowned and said, "Of course, it is to give you medicine, maybe it will allow you to live a few more days." ”

The old bear panted, revealing a look of indignation.

"I ...... I'm going to die...... Dead, you...... I can't, let me be happy...... Have fun?"

Yin Mingqi said, "What do you mean?"

Lao Xiong said "open-mindedly": "Medicine, don't take it...... It's too bitter, it's better to ...... He's dead. ”

As he spoke, he fell down as if he were going to die.

Yin Ming glanced at the guards and motioned for the guards to go collect medicine.

The guards couldn't help but be a little amused, and the fear of this big demon was completely gone.

The old bear lay on the ground as if he were dead, and Yin Deng fell asleep in his long hair.

Many disciples and soldiers were already recovering the valley.

This place was chosen as the lair by the demon king, and of course it is a treasure land.

Not to mention anything else, there are many rare and old medicines on the ground and stone walls in the valley.

In the human race, they are all treasures that are hard to find.

This is the vein of the White Deer King, from ancient times to the present, the collection of the demon kings of the past dynasties, its value is immeasurable.

Countless pseudo-innate level spirit grasses can cultivate great demons and create martial arts great masters.

This is a blessed place, and it will be the stronghold of the human race in the future.

Yin Ming and Liu Moyang came to the depths and looked at the innate spiritual root.

This old vine is very strange, and there is a mist on the vine leaves.

The old vine is the thickness of an old tree, and I don't know how much fruit it bears.

The red fruit exudes a refreshing fragrance throughout.

When I smell it, I feel a few years younger.

Among the fruits of a tree, seven fruits are the most miraculous.

These seven fruits are divided into seven colors, either red like fire or blue like water, all of which are extraordinary.

A tree of vermilion fruits, only these seven are true innate spirit fruits.

These seven fruits are immeasurably valuable, enough to attract the arrival of great people.

Even, the system has been reminding the host for a long time that this is a real innate spiritual root, although it is damaged, it can be conceived.

Yin Ming suspected that the strong man who peeked at Xishan yesterday was the demon lord or spirit demon of the old forest of the demon clan to which Xishan belonged.

They must have been eyeing this place for a long time.

But why didn't they make a move?

Yin Ming couldn't help but groan.

In the end, Yin Ming decided to sit in Xishan himself.

Because it is impossible for the old vine to move, and this kind of treasure, it is impossible for him to give it to the demon clan.

The valley of the western mountains was completely swept out, but there was still a touch of blood everywhere.

This kind of breath needs to change slowly over many years.

The best way, of course, is for someone to live here.

Crowds will make this place human.

But Yin Ming had all the men and guards stationed at a distance of a hundred miles from Xishan.

Yin Ming didn't know when the strongest of the demon clan would be alarmed here, so he still couldn't be careless.

In the Xishan Valley, only Yin Ming's disciples entered and exited it to deliver news.

Although Yin Ming sits in Xishan, he remotely controls the entire Fengxi.

With him on top here, the actions of the neighboring demon clans were also stifled.

After countless years of demon clan rage, as well as the siege of the demon clan this spring, Fengxi finally ushered in peace.

Fengxi seems to be shrouded in a safety umbrella, ushering in a period of development like a great leap forward.

At the same time, Wenzong is also developing vigorously.

Needless to say, Fengxi is the base camp of Wenzong.

Yin Ming's disciples studied in Xishan, and spread the word in Fengxi.

The Xiqian Province of Kun also became an important garrison of Wenzong.

Yi Yao's ability is indeed very strong, and under her management, Wenzong's affairs are advancing in an orderly manner.

The governor and provincial government of Xiqian also strongly supported Wenzong's preaching.

Yin Ming's disciples went in and out of Xiqian as if they were at home.

However, in the Kun court, there are many people who are dissatisfied with Xiqian, including many big names.

It's just that, for some reason, there has been no specific action.

Maybe it's because winter is coming, so I didn't do anything to Xiqian for the time being.

Winter is here.

In the western mountains, Yin Ming is writing scriptures.

A few days ago, Cui Ze, a disciple of the prime minister, sent the literature and history of the previous dynasty sorted out by the old prime minister.