The middle of the field cannot be played.

The logistics department of the Shentian Temple was also tense.

Wen Xiaoxuan and a group of Ling Xuantang disciples all surrounded the logistics side. After Bing Xintang’s disciples pieced together Zhong Ximing’s body, they either applied medicine or delivered pills. Bing Yunyan was constantly urging his soul to restore Zhong Ximing. Body.

Her Heavenly Soul seemed to be quite similar to Bai Ye's Linghua Heavenly Soul, and the soul qi she sacrificed was also extremely healing. After being wrapped on Zhong Ximing's body, it immediately began to heal his body.

just...

Although the wound is healed, the lifeline cannot be repaired so easily.

After a while, Bing Yunyan was already sweating profusely and panting.

When the disciples around saw this, they all knew that Bing Yunyan was afraid that he couldn't hold on anymore.

"Well..."

At this moment, Bingyun's breath was suddenly unsatisfactory, his chest was ups and downs, and a little blood spilled directly from the corner of his mouth.

"Girl!" Wen Xiaoxuan yelled anxiously.

"Sister Bing!"

"Are you okay, Senior Sister Bing!"

The disciples around were also anxious and shouted.

"I'm fine..."

Bing Yunyan removed her breath, but her face was pale for a long time. She gasped and said, "Senior Brother Zhong’s situation is not very optimistic... His cultivation is not bad, and his physical strength is also amazing. With my strength, It’s okay to heal his physical body, but it’s hard to heal his lifeblood..."

"Then...what should I do?"

The disciples around Ling Xuantang were anxious.

Bing Yunyan didn't speak, her eyes tightly stared at Zhong Ximing's body. After a while, she took a breath and said hoarsely: "Don't panic, everyone, I'll try again!"

People did not speak.

I saw Bing Yunyan aroused his spirit again and wrapped it towards Zhong Ximing.

But this time her breath was thinner than before.

She was already injured, but now she is urging her breath again and again, how can she bear it?

Seeing Bing Yunyan like this, Wen Xiaoxuan couldn't stand it anymore.

"Girl...Don't force yourself. If you have any accidents, then I won't be able to explain to the palace master." Wen Xiaoxuan couldn't help saying.

"Elder, it doesn't matter!"

Bing Yunyan said, but his breathing started quickly, and the eyes looking at Zhong Ximing couldn't help becoming serious.

Dou Da Xianghan slipped from her cheeks.

The people around did not dare to speak out, one by one held their breath and stared at Bing Yunyan.

People are both worried and distressed.

However, at this moment, a voice came from the side abruptly.

"Why don't you lift him to the magic circle? With the power of the magic circle, I think it will be much easier to heal him!"

This sound floated, it can be said to be particularly abrupt at this moment.

Everyone was taken aback, looking towards the source of the sound together.

Only then did I realize that the speaker was actually a white night sitting in a corner.

"It's you?"

Many of Ling Xuantang's disciples seemed to have only noticed Bai Ye.

"Why are you here?"

Wen Xiaoxuan frowned.

His beloved apprentice Zhong Ximing is like this. He was in a bad mood, but now Bai Ye jumped out again, which made Wen Xiaoxuan angry.

You know, Bai Ye is extremely annoying to the elders of the Temple of God at the moment!

Many elders wish he died soon!

Just listen to Wen Xiaoxuan's cold snort, and solemnly said: "I remember that the sect had a rule that disciples of the Soul Martial Hall were not allowed to participate in this group battle. Who let you in?"

"Elder Murong in Bingxintang, what? Elder Wen has an opinion? You can talk to Elder Murong." Bai Ye said.

Wen Xiaoxuan heard the sound, the anger in his eyes was even worse, but he did not speak any more.

The disciples of Ling Xuantang trembled with anger.

"White Night! Don't make trouble here!"

"That's right, Brother Zhong is already like this, what do you want?"

Constantly shouting and cursing.

Huh!

At this time, the Bing Yunyan in the qi was suffocating again, and a little red blood was spit out from his small mouth, and the person was even more shaky, almost falling to the ground.

"Senior Sister!"

The people around hurried forward to hold on.

"Girl, are you okay?"

Wen Xiaoxuan hurriedly shouted, hurriedly urging his breath, adjusting his breath for Bing Yunyan.

Bing Yunyan immediately eased a bit.

Bai Ye frowned, and said lightly: "Your state is too bad, it is impossible to use your breath to connect Zhong Ximing's lifeline, you can only rely on the magic circle!"

When the voice fell, Bai Ye closed his eyes again, and didn't bother to pay attention to everyone.

"You shut up! If you dare to disturb Senior Sister Bing here, I will never let you go!"

A disciple of Ling Xuantang couldn't help it anymore and directly shouted angrily.

Bai Ye opened his eyes, frowned slightly and glanced at the disciple.

But the disciple showed no fear.

The Lord is here, he doesn't believe that this white night dare to be presumptuous!

But Bai Ye didn't mess around either.

He shook his head, closed his eyes again, and stopped looking here.

Love can't be saved.

If he drags on and misses the opportunity, even if Murong Bingxin comes, it is impossible to save Zhong Ximing's life.

"Senior sister...what should I do? We are running out of time."

A disciple of Bing Xintang came over, looked at Zhong Ximing's corpse that was quickly evaporating from his anger, and couldn't help but say.

"Or... just follow Brother Bai's words and lift Zhong Ximing to the circle." Bing Yunyan hesitated and said in a low voice.

"Can not do it!"

Another disciple eagerly shouted: "What did your magic circle be changed by Brother Bai? It will definitely be ineffective if you lift it up..."

"Even if it doesn't work, it doesn't matter, do we have any better way now?" Bing Yunyan asked back.

"This..." The disciple was speechless, hesitated, sighed and nodded.

The disciples of Bing Xintang immediately got busy, and one by one reached out their hands and carefully carried Zhong Ximing's body onto the magic circle.

Bing Yunyan was supported by someone and walked to the magic circle, looking at the weird magic circle that she could hardly understand, took a deep breath, pressed her hand on the formation source, and poured soul energy into it.

In an instant.

Wow!

The magic circle lights up.

The strange light of emerald green spilled out, and wrapped to Zhong Ximing in a flash.

"what?"

The moment the light appeared, all Bing Xin's disciples were dumbfounded, looking like hell...

Wen Xiaoxuan and others were also attracted by the halo of the magic circle.

But I saw that the green light was like a big hand, gently dragging Zhong Ximing, and then a pure and suffocating breath of life enveloped the scar on Zhong Ximing's neck.

After a while, the scar on Zhong Ximing's neck disappeared without a trace, and there was no trace of scars on his body.

And his body trembled suddenly at this moment.

"How is this possible?"

Bing Yunyan stared at the magic circle blankly, people like statues, unable to recover for a long time...