With a flick of his sleeves and robe, he saw a gentle force emerging from the body of the Divine Bell of Creation.
Slowly lift up Xiao Jin who is lying on the ground.
Under the control of this power, Xiao Jin slowly became a meditating posture.
Then, the Divine Bell of Creation listed all the things he had prepared before.
Under his silent refining, these things slowly turned into strong streams of liquid or energy.
Rushing towards Xiao Jin's body.
Of course, this seemingly simple process is actually difficult and time-consuming.
For nearly two hours, the Divine Clock of Creation never stopped for a moment.
In fact, even he had beads of sweat slowly forming on his forehead.
This shows how much this operation has honed one's mind and skills.
At least Wu Yun, who was watching from the sidelines, was amazed.
He asked himself, he absolutely couldn't do it.
And after doing all this, the Divine Bell of Creation did not stop.
He didn't look back and said directly to the little dragon.
"Cut the palm of your right hand open, follow my rhythm, and work slowly!"
"I will temporarily control your body later. Don't resist. If you can't bear it, stop immediately!"
"OK!"
The little dragon had been preparing for a long time, just waiting for the Divine Bell of Creation to speak.
After hearing this, he sat cross-legged and scratched his finger, and an inch-long gash was cut in the palm of his right palm.
Blood gurgled out.
The Divine Bell of Creation is also ready.
Visible to the naked eye, a force invaded the little dragon's body.
After a while, I saw that the blood essence gushing out from the little divine dragon's palm seemed to be under some kind of control.
It began to flow towards Xiao Jin's body.
This is undoubtedly a long process.
Because the Divine Bell of Creation did not dare to move too much for fear of affecting the little dragon.
He could only slowly absorb the essence and blood from Xiao Shenlong's body bit by bit and transfer it to Xiao Jin's body.
This consumption lasted another two full hours! Of course, the results brought about are definitely pleasing to hear and see.
With the influx of essence and blood, Xiao Jin's body that was so shriveled began to slowly become plump.
Gradually, his previous outline can be seen! It is the little dragon, which is nearly half of his blood essence.
His face was getting paler and paler! Big beads of sweat were pouring out.
Judging from his expression, he was getting more and more uncomfortable.
Just because it was Xiao Jin, he kept holding on.
Several times, Wu Yun almost couldn't help it and wanted to stop.
But as soon as I thought about it, I held back.
Even the little Shenlong himself is strong, which proves that that time has not yet come.
If he calls for a stop, all his efforts will be wasted! Finally, after the third hour, the Divine Bell of Creation finally stopped.
Having lost the support of the Divine Bell of Creation, the little dragon's body softened and fell to the ground.
Seeing this, Wu Yun rushed forward and asked worriedly: "How's it going, brother, are you okay?"
The little dragon looked very weak at this moment.
His pale face made people feel a little worried.
But even so, he still asked immediately after being helped up by Wu Yun.
"Where's the monkey? How's the monkey? Is he alive?"
Wu Yun felt a pain in his heart. As the eldest brother, he should have been allowed to do this kind of thing.
He said with a guilty look on his face: "It's okay, brother, you should rest first. You just gave most of your blood essence and blood to Xiao Jin. He will be fine!"
"You must not get into trouble, take care of yourself first, and leave the rest to me!"
"Um!"
The little dragon was still extremely worried and said: "Brother, we must resurrect the monkey!"
After saying that, he probably couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.
However, fortunately, the little dragon just lost too much blood and the problem was not serious.
You can recover after a few days of rest.
He carried the little dragon to the bed in the stone room, and after settling down, Wu Yun walked out again.
Looking at the Divine Bell of Creation, he also had a tired face and was being supported by Jin Moli.
It was obvious that the past few hours had taken a huge toll on him.
"Thank you, old bastard!"
Wu Yun said guiltily.
"There is no need to say anything between you and me!"
The God of Creation Zhong waved his hand, and then the eyes of the three of them fell on Xiao Jin.
It seems that Xiao Jin at this moment is no different from normal.
Except that the essence and blood in his body were not abundant and his whole body was pale, it seemed that he had returned to normal.
But I always feel like something is missing.
That's right, what's missing is breath! In other words, it's vitality.
There was no breath flowing out of his body, nor any breath of living creatures flowing out.
In other words, what is restored at this moment is only his state.
He was not truly resurrected.
"Old bastard, can we just wait from now on?"
"Do you need to do anything else?"
Wu Yun looked at Xiao Jin for a while, and then asked worriedly.
"Wait a minute, there is still a step to take, but more importantly, it depends on the fate of this little monkey!"
The Divine Bell of Creation sighed slightly.
After a while, I saw the Divine Bell of Creation walking in front of Xiao Jin.
His hands moved quickly in front of his chest, creating seals one after another.
When everything was over, a strange formation made of pure cultivation appeared above Xiao Jin's head.
Even Wu Yun couldn't understand this formation.
However, one can see that the immortal energy that permeates the surrounding space quickly gathers here.
Through this formation, it surged towards Xiaojin's body.
"Okay, everything that needs to be done has been done!"
"The next step is to wait!"
"Maybe a few hours, maybe three to five days, maybe ten days and a half!"
"But if he hasn't woken up after half a month..." The Divine Bell of Creation did not finish his words.
But the meaning behind his words was already very clear.
Wu Yun said nothing.
It's hard to say what kind of emotion he was feeling at this moment.