Lao Liu saw King Zombie fleeing, but he was afraid of Jiang Yao's life and death at the moment, so he didn't dare to chase after him.

"Yaozi, Yaozi, you're okay, you're okay......" Lao Liu threw away the utensils in his hand, and ran towards Jiang Yao, who had lost too much blood, in the most primitive and crazy attitude.

And Lao Liu himself also lost the majesty of the stiff king at that time, and his trembling hands hugged the trembling Jiang Yao's body, just like a few years ago, when he was still tough, he hugged his own son who died in a car accident.

"Godfather - I don't seem to be able to do it anymore, don't be sad, and don't make my parents sad." At this time, Jiang Yao's mouth opened surprisingly wide, like a goldfish panting in the dry land, struggling to breathe and speak with tenacious lungs.

"No, no, it's the godfather who didn't take care of you, it's me who is wrong, it's me who is not good." Lao Liu's arms trembled even more, like an addict who had smoked powder, and a person of such an age actually had a handful of snot and tears, and he wet and soiled his coarse cloth clothes, and he didn't bother to wipe them.

Jiang Yao stopped talking, and he didn't have the strength to speak, so he was left to pant with his mouth open. Lao Liu cried without a human form, but he no longer dared to delay reciting the hemostatic mantra to his godson because of the top priority in his heart, subduing demons and eliminating demons.

Hemostatic curse, hemostatic curse, but what is the difference between the hemostatic curse and the person who is full of blood at this time and playing the piano to the cow?

"Master Liu, my master is no longer good, come and take a look, come and see!" The love son here is not long dying, and so are the colleagues over there. But Lao Liu, who has long been demented, how can he pay attention to it?

"Master Yang, no ......" Before Lao Liu could react, he staggered forward, and Yang Jinghui, who had not heard the last sentence, said with tears in his eyes.

The friendship between the children of Buddhism is deep, and several bald young people, around the master, can't stop crying, although it is also common for people to be impermanent, old age, sickness and death, but it is difficult to escape the deep love of master and apprentice when they see through the red dust......

Master Yang died, died in front of the junior Jiang Yao, the old man explored the way, and the young man walked smoothly......

The old man who is old-fashioned, relying on the old and selling the old, boastful, aggressive, but secretly defending others, and when necessary, he is desperate to stand up for the old man of Buddhism......

"You go drive first and pull Master back to Zangmen. I'll go back later and cross the soul for him. In the midst of crying and shouting, it was finally the delirious Lao Liu who woke up.

Several descendants are also sensible, wiped away their tears and acted according to Lao Liu's instructions.

And the rest of the people, except for a few close friends who came to comfort them, took care of their own affairs.

More than 100 people, dozens of people were injured, more than a dozen people died, and seeing the zombie king flying away, he had to silently point out and evacuate the scene.

"Master Liu, do you still have the Nine Deaths Soul Restoration Pill you refined before?" Among the people who went away, one of them limped towards the two men.

"Yes, you go to the side room for a while, Yaozi is like this, don't dare to touch him." When Lao Liu heard this, his spirits were greatly lifted, and he remembered that there were not a few pills refining that day, and all of them were handed over to Jiang Yao, and according to the time, there were just one or two left. The Nine Dead Soul Restoration Grass is no longer useful to Master Yang, who is already dead, but it is still effective for Jiang Yao, who still hasn't swallowed his last breath.

Lao Liu didn't dare to let Jiang Yao leave him for another half step, so he sent Yang Jinghui back to Zangmen.

But Jiang Yao's side, in addition to fighting his own strength and holding on to his last breath, is because his physique is too peculiar, and no matter how injured he is, there is room for maneuver. But the hazy self also knows that he will never be able to live for a moment......

Life and death are only a thin line. From life to death, easy, in an instant; From death to life, it is difficult and difficult to climb to the sky. Jiang Yao gradually couldn't support himself, and even the strength to open his mouth began to fade away, and the young head gradually drooped down at this moment and fell on Lao Liu's arm.

And at this moment, in the empty mountains, when there were only two old and one young left, this kid who looked like he couldn't live anymore slowly stood up on Lao Liu's thighs as if he was returning to the light.

Walking south and north, the well-informed Lao Liu, I don't know what kind of situation it is at the moment, but I can't help but take a few steps back.

"Yaozi? Yaozi? Lao Liu shouted again and again, but no one answered.

Jiang Yao, who was standing straight in front of him, emitted a blood-colored light at the center of his eyebrows, and the blood light was mixed with golden light, showing a bright blood-gold color in the black curtain after the zombie king escaped.

This light shone and moistened Jiang Yao's limbs, and the blood-golden blood began to flow from his skull like a spring to the almost dry blood vessels all over his body, and even the heart that had stopped beating suddenly began to gradually resume beating.

"Blood Spirit?" After all, Lao Liu is well-informed.

And the blood essence in Lao Liu's mouth is the source of the essence of the legend that can make blood in Buddhism. What Lao Liu didn't expect was that there was such a strange treasure hidden behind this young man's Tianyan.

Theoretically speaking, blood essence is born with a person, just like one of the sources of Tianyan, which is also one of the reasons for Jiang Yao's peculiar bloodline, it is the blood essence that Jiang Yao can have a steady supply of blood.

It was precisely under the supply of blood essence, the blood was thousands of thousands, and the continuous delivery made it possible for Jiang Yao to regain his life.

The light became brighter and brighter, and the old Liu didn't dare to look at it directly, and after the young man in front of him was fed up with nourishment, the light of the blood essence suddenly dissipated. Jiang Yao, who was a few meters away from the ground, fell down unconsciously, and Lao Liu took advantage of the situation to catch it and hold it in his arms.

Time passed by seconds, Lao Liu didn't dare to do it without permission, for fear of destroying Jiang Yao's own self-healing system, he knew that Jiang Yao, whose blood was recovering and his heart was beating, woke up, it was only a matter of time.