Chapter 3672

When Lin Miao saw Zhou Qin turning his head, her eyes were ferocious and her heart trembled. When Zhou Qin moved, she immediately stopped Zhou Qin and said in a hurry: "elder martial sister, don't go. What you want master to do is in vain?"

Zhou Qin's forehead was full of veins, and the blood in her eyes burst. The blood was red. She shouted, "go away! Stay in front of me again, I'll kill you!"

Lin Miao was not afraid. Instead, he grabbed her hand and said in a hurry: "elder martial sister, calm down. Master is so powerful. Maybe there is a way to save him? If you are so impulsive, what will you do if he wakes up one day and knows what you do?"

This sentence hit Zhou Qin's weakness. Although Zhou Qin knew that Li Yundong had committed suicide, she still longed for Li Yundong to wake up in her heart. The blood color in her eyes gradually disappeared and replaced by an extremely deep sadness. She covered her face, suppressed her surging feelings and choked: "His soul, Yang God, has scattered and disappeared. How can we save him?"

At this time, Ziyuan, which was also like petrification, trembled all over and suddenly sounded a voice in a blank mind: "once the golden elixir appears, the fate of the dust will be determined, and the thunder will see the truth at the first sound. The spirit mirror is easy to break, and mortals rob, and the fairy sword can't break the red shoe rope. The sea of clouds sits and looks at the old sea of clouds, and the dust stone talks about the dust. Chang'e has no regrets to steal the magic medicine. Why should Hong Niang envy Zhang Sheng?"

This sentence was like a great bell, buzzing in Ziyuan's mind. She suddenly woke up: "Yes, only the first six sentences of the wedge language poem left by master have been fulfilled, and the last two sentences have not been fulfilled! Chang'e has no regrets to steal the elixir... Steal the elixir, the elixir... If this wedge language poem is true, doesn't it mean that Li Yundong hasn't died completely and there is a elixir to save him?"

When Ziyuan thought of this, she immediately felt refreshed, and the whole person seemed to have returned to her soul. She said categorically in her heart: "it must be so. The first six sentences of this wedge poem have been fulfilled, and it is impossible that the last two sentences will not be fulfilled! Li Yundong must not be dead, he can be saved!"

Ziyuan seemed to hypnotize herself and kept repeating these words in her heart. She rushed to Li Yundong, turned her wrist, took out a purple vial she carried with her, poured several Jiuhua Yulu pills out of it, and stuffed them into Li Yundong's mouth as if they didn't want money. She moved in a hurry, her fingers trembled, and the Jiuhua Yulu pill worth thousands of gold came from the corner of Li Yundong's closed mouth She slipped and fell to the ground. She didn't look more. She just pinched Li Yundong's cheek with one hand and put the pill into his mouth.