“Ahhh!”
As soon as the half-foot-long golden needle was inserted, the man who was originally confused and half-closed his eyes suddenly opened his eyes and let out a shrill and sharp roar.
The original strength in his body suddenly expanded, and the Immortal Binding Rope could no longer support him and broke completely.
Uncle Qiu and his men, who had been holding the man down, were thrown out mercilessly and suffered considerable internal injuries.
But after breaking free from the binding ropes and suppression, the middle-aged man just stood up, his face turned purple, and he fell back with a bang. Then he closed his eyes and fell into a deep coma.
"Your Majesty!" Uncle Qiu screamed in anger and pounced forward.
However, no matter how he shook the middle-aged man, he still looked breathless and unable to move.
Uncle Qiu turned pale with fear, and looked at Xi Yue fiercely, his red eyes full of regret and murderous intent, "It was you, you killed the Lord! I will cut you into pieces and avenge the Lord!"
"This guy must have been sent by the enemy to assassinate Your Majesty. We must destroy him and force him to reveal the mastermind behind the scenes."
Everyone stared at He Xi viciously, wishing they could rush up and tear her into pieces.
But He Xi's expression was very calm, with even a hint of cold and sarcastic smile on his lips: "Are you annoying? If you don't get out of the way, your Lord will really die. Don't tell me that you don't want to save your master at all, so you keep delaying my treatment!"
As she spoke, her cold eyes fell on Uncle Qiu, and she said slowly: "I remember I said that since you let me treat you, don't question my treatment method? Don't forget, it was you who agreed to my conditions that made me come here to treat you."
Uncle Qiu took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice, "Are you saying that His Majesty is not dead? You... you can save him?"
He Xi ignored him and quickly walked to the unconscious middle-aged man.
His hand gently grasped the tip of the golden needle inserted into the Baihui acupoint, and the mellow water spiritual power condensed into a white milky substance that slowly seeped into the body of the middle-aged man along the golden needle.
Uncle Qiu and others stared at He Xi's every move without blinking, fearing that he might do something to harm His Majesty.
An old man beside him suddenly exclaimed, "This... This is condensed water spirit power into ten thousand year old spirit milk. That is spirit milk that can revive the dead. Is there really someone who can do this?! How pure must the water spirit power be?"
The old man's words attracted the attention of Uncle Qiu and others. There was finally a bit more solemnity in their eyes when they looked at Xi Yue, but more of it was still vigilance and worry.
As the thousand-year-old spiritual milk seeped into the body, the blue veins on the middle-aged man's face slowly disappeared, but there was still no sign of life on his body.
He Xi frowned because the cultivation level of this middle-aged man was too high.
With the little strength he had, he wanted to use the golden needle to probe the structure of his brain, but was blocked by his self-defense spiritual power.
This was done by piercing the Baihui acupoint with a golden needle. If the pulse was taken directly, since the middle-aged man was unconscious, I am afraid that as soon as the spiritual power penetrated into him, he would be counterattacked and vomit blood.
"I'm your doctor. What I'm doing now is to cure your illness." Facing everyone's surprised gazes, He Xi slowly said in an extremely steady voice in the ear of the unconscious middle-aged man, "If you don't let go of the defensive spiritual power shield in your brain, I can't confirm your condition at all. No one can help you now, except yourself." (To be continued)