Xu Chengtian walked straight into the room because of his identity as a witch doctor, and after Sengoku was at the door, he waited outside.

At this time, the Houtu witch doctor is holding a simple cane and dancing a mysterious dance, while several attendants are holding drums made of kuíniú (夔牛) skin, beating rhythmically. Xu Chengtian felt a stream of life source power, or something, generated in the void, and then on the body of the Houtu Witch Doctor and a few drummers who played music, a breath pulled the breath generated in the void, and slowly flew into the body of the pothos, and a green essence also flew out of the mouth of the Houtu Witch Doctor, and then slowly flew into the body of the pothos, and the pale face of the pothos slowly flushed. At this time, the face of the Houtu witch doctor was pale, his eyes were wandering, and his gaze was scattered. Forced his body to walk in front of the pothos, his hands pinched the key printed on the pothos's forehead, and the pothos slowly opened his eyes.

"It seems that the Houtu Witch Doctor has some real skills!" Xu Chengtian thought in his heart. "Could it be that the end of science is really metaphysics?"

At this time, the Houtu Witch Doctor said weakly: "Time is running out, if you have anything to say, say it quickly." ”

"Huh? What? That's it? Xu Chengtian stayed where he was.

At this time, the attendant put on clothes for the pothos, and Xuan Ming also hugged the pothos and cried. Seeing this, Xu Chengtian walked quickly, picked up the right hand of the pothos and began to check the pulse, and the pulse seemed weak. Xuan Ming raised his head and looked at Xu Chengtian, to Xu Chengtian's surprise, there was only desolation in his eyes, without the slightest resentment. He is the culprit who harmed the pothos to such a field, even if Xuan Ming killed himself "justly" on the spot, he would not complain. Xu Chengtian didn't know that in this world, life and death were no longer ordinary things, and all kinds of accidents were happening every day, being bitten to death by wild beasts, killed by foreigners, or dying of illness, and the most ordinary starvation. Maybe Xuan Ming had already thought of many partings in his heart, but he didn't expect that this day had quietly come.

"Let me try!" Xu Chengtian said.

Xuan Ming looked at Xu Chengtian and said anxiously: "Witch Doctor Xu, if you ......."

"Shut up!" Xu Chengtian slapped Xuan Ming's face, "Time is pressing, if you have anything to say, you will talk about it later!" Now input spiritual power into the pothos first, don't cut off the last trace of vitality. When Xuan Ming heard this, he immediately ran the law decision.

The Houtu Witch Doctor shook his head and said, "Although the monk's lifespan is more tenacious than that of Li Min, but he has lost so much blood, and the blood in his body is almost drained, it is a miracle that he can survive until he comes back!" After speaking, the Houtu Witch Doctor did not leave, but motioned for the attendants to continue beating the drum.

"Witch doctor, if you cast it three times a day, I'm afraid your body won't be able to hold it!" The attendant said anxiously!

The Thick Earth Witch Doctor didn't seem to hear it, and began to dance to himself. Xu Chengtian's affection for this witch doctor who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside is instantly full!

Xu Chengtian saw that he took out a clean cloth from the storage bag, although there was a strip of cloth tied to the left arm of the pothos, but there were still blood stains oozing out, Xu Chengtian stained some oozing blood from the wound on the left arm of the pothos, and came to the Liuli Factory at the speed of the Warring States outside the door, which is also the place where Xu Chengtian can think of the most healthy people who are not sick at present.

came to the glass factory to explain the intention, and said that it was to save the pothos, and everyone stopped their work. Xu Chengtian first asked the Warring States to run the Xuan Force, separated the blood on the cloth and divided it into five points, and then let the people of the Liuli Factory come to the front. Xu Chengtian asked each person to take out a piece of their own blood and compare themselves.

"Polar Eye!" Xu Chengtian used his Xuan Li and looked at the blood in front of him. This is the last time Emperor Youdi practiced the "Wedding Dress Divine Skill Reversal" for himself, he realized the exercises, and he was able to see the essence of things and analyze the origin. The human race of the ancient continent, the blood system is different from the earth, the earth is the AB blood spectrum, at best, there are only four blood types A, B, AB, O, and the ancient continent human race Xu Chengtian has found that there are seven, this is a few days ago when I was bored to test when waiting for the results.

Among the nearly fifty monks in the Liuli Factory, only four of them had the same blood type as the pothos, and after the hemocompatibility test, there was no problem at all. During this period, Xu Chengtian discovered two different blood types, and finally found that there are now eleven blood types that can be known in the ancient continent. The most primitive human blood type on the earth is type O blood, and later through the agricultural society found blood type A, to the animal husbandry society found blood type B, the Convention only appeared about 1000 years ago AB blood type, and the ancient continent appeared so many blood types, indicating a big problem, many people's ancestors may not be simple humans, is a combination of human beings and alien races, the war-torn ancient continent, the captives of other races were violated, or other descendants who were willing to produce mutations, could it be that there was no reproductive isolation in the ancient continent?

Xu Chengtian didn't think much about it, he left it for later, and then pulled the three of them back to the Houtu Witch Doctor. It was precisely because of the strangeness of reproductive isolation in the ancient continent that Xu Chengtian was able to have offspring with the Elf King later. And if Xu Chengtian studies it again today, maybe the king of the past and the present will not be born.

Entering the room, at this time, Xuan Ming and the Houtu Witch Doctor had fallen to the ground from exhaustion, and the original position of Xuan Ming, the Youdi appeared there.

"Although I can always maintain the vitality of the pothos, let my own aura and mystic power cooperate with the source of life, and keep the pothos alive, but now as long as the supply is cut off, the pothos may die!" The Ghost Emperor's demeanor, which had always been calm, now also appeared with an anxious look.

Xu Chengtian said: "Give a blood transfusion for the pothos now!" ”

"That's what you do?" Houtu said angrily, "I originally thought you had real talent and learning, but you were so ignorant. There is no one in a thousand blood transfusions, you are accelerating the death of pothos! ”

"It seems that you have tried blood transfusion before, but what you don't know is that everyone's blood type has different types, different blood types, only the same blood type can be transfused, otherwise it will cause hemolysis, you also said that there is no one in a thousand, and the one thousand and one that survived is that your blind cat touched a dead mouse and collided!"

Xu Chengtian turned his head to the four monks and said, "Now control your blood from the vein of the right hand of the pothos, enter slowly, don't rush it." ”

After Xu Chengtian finished speaking, the four monks did not move, and one monk said: "Witch Doctor Xu, we thought that you were going to let us perform some kind of sacrifice, prayer ceremony, let us kill the pothos girl directly, this is ......"

Xu Chengtian said at this time: "If there is an accident in the pothos, sacrifice me alive and bury the pothos." ”

The four of you, you look at me, I look at you, and then look at the Youdi and the Houtu Witch Doctor, and seeing that the two of them didn't speak, they began to let the blood flow out of between, and the blood was wrapped in spiritual power, slowly flowing to the pothos.