, Xuan Min's hand was still on his face, why didn't he say a word...
The final effect of the Buddha's bones finally spread, the rushing rivers slowly subsided, and the trembling mountains gradually stabilized.
The golden thread that covered the sky finally faded slowly. The copper coin swayed twice in the gust of wind and fell from Xuan Min's hand. The place where it fell was a place that Xuan Min had circled before.
It was a small formation drawn with the blood on the hand. The copper coins refined by his spiritual power all his life, supplemented by Buddha bones, can really guarantee a hundred years of peace.
After the copper coins fell into the formation, the dust in the circle collapsed, and the five shiny copper coins slanted and Gulu rolled into the depths of the ground. A layer of faint golden light swayed from where the copper coins were buried, like calm water waves, spreading out layer by layer, hundreds of miles, thousands of miles, thousands of miles...
A slight wind lifted the corner of Xuan Min's bloody monk's robe, revealing a small and delicate porcelain bottle, but the mouth of the porcelain bottle had already been opened, and the inside was empty.
But when Jin Guang gently brushed over Xue Xian, a red orb spider that was less than the size of a grain of rice rolled down from the side of Xue Xian's collarbone, as if it should be done, with its eight claws curled up and motionless.
Where the original spider touched, there was an extra red mole as small as the tip of a needle, lying quietly, slightly different from the one bitten by Tongshou spider. Raised.
It's just that Xue Xian didn't notice this at this time, he was staring at Xuan Min stiffly and blankly, as if he didn't believe what he saw with his eyes.
However, Xuan Min's hand was still on his face, and it was shockingly cold. The snow in the extreme north was no more than that. Under the thin skin of the wrist, there was not even the slightest pulsation, and it was so quiet that it made people panic.
With such a large length of keel melted into his body, the blood all over Xue Xian's body was burning, and the sense of thermal expansion was surging along his back. He should have been sweating from the heat, but it was colder than cold sweat.
The taste of spine regeneration is not pleasant, and it is no different from scraping bones and skins. But Xue Xian couldn't feel it at all, he couldn't even feel his vitality and consciousness recovering, because he couldn't even lift his hands.
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After a long time, he finally raised his hand in a daze, grabbed Xuan Min's wrist, and tightly squeezed the hand that was about to fall from his face in the palm of his hand.
The hotter his hands were, the colder Xuan Min's hands became.
"You..." Xue Xian wanted to shout Xuanmin with a hoarse voice, but after only one word was said, he was so dumb that he lost his voice and choked at the bottom of his throat. His hand was a little strong, and when he squeezed Xuan Min's wrist, he accidentally pulled Xuan Min.
Xuan Min was about to fall as soon as he tipped over, but was caught by Xue Xian stiffly.
His chin was on Xue Xian's shoulder, one hand was clenched by Xue Xian, and the other was hanging down lifelessly. At first glance it looks like a hugging gesture, but one of them has lost its breath.
Heavily pressed by this weight, the mist in Xue Xian's eyes trembled slightly. He closed his eyes abruptly, and blankly covered the mist that was about to overflow.
After a while, he suddenly remembered something and opened his eyes. Maintaining the posture of hugging Xuanmin, he freed one hand to feel around in his arms, and finally found a small white porcelain vase, which was exactly the same as the one hidden in the corner of Xuanmin's robe. The pair in the wormhole.
Xue Xian almost panicked and poured out the pair of mother and child spiders from the porcelain vase, pinching them with his fingers a few times before pinching the mother spider accurately.
He recklessly placed the spider on the side of Xuan Min's neck, almost pressing the back of the spider, preventing it from wriggling or escaping. He stared at the mother spider and wriggled twice, and finally was forced to bite Xuan Min's neck.
Xue Xian stared at the mother spider's mouth without blinking, until his eyes were sore, and there was no change in the skin there.
His whole body was terribly stiff, and he never felt that there was anything in this world that could make him think so contradictingly.
This black and white figure was sitting hugging each other on a messy black pebble beach. I don't know how long it took to sit, and after a long time, the blood on the stone statue's body had completely faded, and the blood lines on the ground were silently returning. Shrinking, the 200 people lying on the ground no longer face ashes, faintly revealing a trace of blood.
They only have a wound on their thumb, and they will not bleed all over their bodies, just because of the influence of the blood formation. At this time, the blood formation reversed, and everything returned to the starting point. Except for the incision and a few drops of blood on hand, they had nothing to lose.
After a long time, even Xue Xian, who was scalding hot all over, was chilled by Xuan Min's body temperature, and a small blood mole slowly appeared on that piece of unresponsive skin.