Chapter 394: Erya's will, everything is ready. The Yi clan and Lin Xian'er and the others all stood in their positions.

The people of the Yi clan took out all kinds of strange and colorful medicinal materials from their arms, and put them into the tripod through a small opening behind the small ding.

Every time a medicinal herb is put in, the color of the smoke in the ding will change significantly.

From white to red to green, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and purple turned around a few times.

Liang Xi pit his head, sweating profusely for a while, and shivering with cold for a while, which made everyone's hearts tighten.

The people of the Yi clan were full of confidence, and they had all encountered injuries that were more serious than this, so they were the ones who were the least nervous at this time.

When the last medicinal herb was put into the ding, with a bang, a light green smoke rose from the inside of the big ding, and Liang Xi, who was in a coma, suddenly seemed to wake up, greedily sucking all the green smoke into his body.

"Ready. Seeing that the last wisp of green smoke was inhaled by Liang Xi, the people of the Yi clan reminded Lin Xian'er of the three of them.

After Liang Xi inhaled the green smoke, a painful look suddenly appeared on his face, and the complexion of his body gradually turned pink, as if something was about to break free from his body.

Dao True Power swirled away from Liang Xi's body, and the pressure in the air around him suddenly increased, so oppressive that it was almost breathless.

"Poof!" Liang Xi opened his mouth suddenly, and a large mouthful of blood spat out, spewing out a dazzling blood-red radiation on the ground, and the wall next to him was also splashed with shocking red spots.

"No, I can't get out. The Yi clan glanced at the blood on the ground.

A few more silver needles shot out and stabbed into several acupoints on Liang Xi's head, Liang Xi's neck suddenly stretched straight, and his throat bulged one after another, as if he wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit.

"This is the time!" the Yi clan snorted.

Lin Xian'er had already prepared, and a white light flashed in her palm, slapping it on Liang Xi's back of the heart.

The white light spread on Liang Xi's back, and then quickly condensed into a palm-sized piece and bombarded it hard.

Liang Xi opened his mouth and vomited wildly, only to see several streaks of blood emitting steaming heat shoot out from the depths of his throat.

The blood spit out this time was much warmer than the previous one, and not only was it brightly colored, but it was still churning like boiling water after a puddle of siltation on the ground.

Liang Xi spit out three more times in a row, and then he was so depressed that he hung his head again.

Looking at the blood that was constantly pounding on the ground, everyone was secretly frightened: "With such a high temperature of blood flowing in the body, how could Liang Xi stand the burning pain?"

"An Yu!" With the reminder of the medical clansman, Qin Anyu's eyes flashed, and a delicate small bow appeared in his hand.

The five silver needles shot out in unison, gradually spreading out in mid-air, and pierced into the five small holes on the tripod at the same time with a puff

With the piercing of the silver needle, Liang Xi raised his head, and the smoke of medicinal herbs rising from the Ding around him began to rotate around his body as if it was under some kind of traction, and the smoke kept being pulled out of the Great Ding and rolled into this whirlwind, and in a moment's effort, the thick white smoke actually swirled into a whirlpool in the room.

Liang Xi's body was most tightly wrapped in the smoke, and the other smoke swirled around him in thin sheets, looking like a miniature nebula.

"He's starting to recover on his own. The healing process went exceptionally smoothly, and the people of the Yi clan also breathed a sigh of relief, secretly sighing that the lord was worthy of being a master of cultivation, and the kind of injury that was enough to make ordinary people die no longer allowed him to survive so dangerously.

"The last step is you, Madame Lord. The people of the Yi Clan looked at Liang Xi, who was wrapped in white mist, and said to Erya, "His internal organs and meridians have been burned from the deepest depths, and he needs your water element to help him recover." ”

"I'm ready. Erya said lightly, then sat cross-legged beside Liang Xi, and smiled at Lin Xian'er and Qin Anyu, who were nervous.

Although she had been mentally prepared, when the silver needle of the medical clan pierced into her body, Erya still frowned in pain, and involuntarily let out a snort in her throat.

The people of the medical clan saw that her face turned pale for a while, and her body was tense because of the severe pain, so they stopped what they were doing.

Erya glared at them: "Don't hurry up! I'm fine." ”

Lin Xian'er stood beside Erya and held her hand, she only hated that she had not yet reached the realm of the hidden dragon, she couldn't share the pain for Erya, and she couldn't make her own contribution to Liang Xi.

"Sister Xian'er, it really doesn't hurt at all. Erya looked at Lin Xian'er's distressed expression and barely squeezed out a smile.

But the constant trembling body and the sudden pouring of cold sweat showed how much pain she was suffering.

A total of eighteen stitches were required to transmit the true power, and the people of the Yi clan were the inventors of this kind of medical technique, so they naturally knew how much pain it would cause when performing the technique, and when they stabbed the fifth needle, they felt that they could not do it.

Erya is still a fourteen-year-old child, but for the sake of Liang Xi, she can endure this kind of pain that even an adult can't bear.

Erya fainted in pain during the seventh injection, but before she fainted, she still clenched her teeth and urged the medical clan not to stop moving.

Lin Xian'er held Erya's hand, and her tears couldn't stop flowing.

"Twelfth needle!" a large number of beads of sweat oozed from the forehead of the Yi clan.

Seeing that the spell had been completed by two-thirds, the light blue true power in Erya's body was slowly rotating in her body through the meridians opened by the people of the medical clan, but seeing that Erya was still moaning softly in a coma, they couldn't do anything about it.

A small pool of sweat had accumulated under Erya's body, and her clothes looked like they had just been caught up after soaking in the water.

The people of the medical clan were hesitating whether to insert the thirteenth needle, Erya suddenly opened her eyes and said softly: "Hurry up, otherwise Xianggong will not recover." ”

By this time she was on the verge of collapse, and her voice was weak and gnats, but there was unmistakable determination in her voice.

Lin Xian'er held Erya's hand tightly.

Her palm had been plucked out of Erya's blood, but she hadn't let go.

"Thirteen!"

As the silver needle submerged into her body, Erya's body spasmed, her little face turned pale, and her lips were already faintly oozing blood.

The hearts of the people of the Yi clan themselves began to tremble.

When the eighteenth needle pierced Erya's body, an ice-blue light flashed from Erya's body, surging upwards like clear blue water, and then poured violently into Liang Xi.

The sound of the rustling sea came, and the ice-blue true power continued to pour into Liang Xi's body.

Everyone even felt as if they had smelled the wet and salty taste of the sea.

Seeing that Liang Xi's originally pale face gradually began to become ruddy, Lin Xian'er and Qin Anyu's faces both showed joy, but the faces of the Yi clan suddenly changed greatly: "No, it's not like this!"