Zitangsu did not answer, he looked at Wuyue.
The vitality was completely lost from her, and it was replaced by the previous one, Zitangsu would not even look at her at a glance.
He is the son of Ten Thousand Buddhas. He said that the Buddha is the most compassionate, but in fact, he is in the heart of Zitang.
Buddha loves the world, but one person does not.
But his Buddha, who had enlightened countless Buddhist disciples, had a heart.
Wuyue and her children, as far as Zitangsu is concerned, are just smoke.
But she was a familiar friend of Ye Lingyue. If she died, Ye Lingyue would have to be sad.
Zitang Su still remembers that time, the man died.
Ye Lingyue was so sad that he didn't know that she was her.
But at the bottom of my heart, I felt a sense of discomfort.
The discomfort in my heart is not good, Zitangsu does not want to experience it again.
So Wu Yue wiped his eyes and smoke, after all, his eyes were still stained.
Xiao Lingxing pleaded, but Zitangsu in the tree didn't respond at all.
Xiao Lingxing couldn't help being disheartened. When he didn't know what to do, Ziye Bodhi shuddered.
Alone, came to his eyes.
"Master, you must not do stupid things."
Xiao Ding was stunned, and Xiao Lingxing couldn't help holding his breath.
Zitangsu didn't say much. He raised his hand, but he saw a piece of gleaming light. On his palm, there was a drop of emerald poplar nectar.
In order to reunite the body of the Buddha and restore his power, he got a few drops of Ye Zhiyue from Ye Lingyue.
Every drop is the essence of the nine-fold jade net willow, and every drop is crucial for Zitangsu, whose body is getting weaker.
Especially after he burned thousands of demon soldiers with the fire of silence.
But he still did not look back, and put this drop of Yangzhi Ganlu ...
Yang Zhi Ganlu was suspended in mid-air, and a beam of green light shone on Wu Yue's forehead.
Wu Yue's eyebrows are already dead, and the dead is like a sleepy beast.
But when Yang Zhigan dew fell, Wuyue's eyelashes moved gently.
Cuiguang became a soft light, and Wu Yue's whole body was bathed in soft light.
Her pulse gradually recovered, and her complexion recovered as before.
It was only after that drop of Yangzhi Ganlu was used on Wuyue, that purple leaf bodhi tree was shocked, and the purple leaves fell all over the sky.
The purple leaf fell to the ground and instantly turned silver-white.
Zitang Su snorted, his figure blurred a bit.
"Bang, Master, are you okay?"
The deity Shenlian demon cried and rushed to Zitangsu.
Zitangsu glanced faintly, and the style of Refining Medicine Ding suddenly froze. It was in tears silently, looking at Zitangsu.
Zitang Su glanced at Wuyue, and saw that her breath was stable, her heartbeat became stronger, and there was a relief on her face.As soon as he waved his hand, the demon refining demon fell into his palm.
His palms were pale and pale, and looked like a trace of remnant soul, which would disappear at any time.
Shishen Lianying Ding sour heart, but in the end there is no more nonsense.
It also knows that the host's tolerance of it is limited.
"Go find her and help her."
Zitangsu said nothing, and flicked it, and the demon refining demon fell into Xiaolingxing's arms.
When Xiaoling Xing and Xiaoding looked back, Ziye Bodhi still stood in the sky and leaves, but they could no longer see Zitangsu.
Xiaoding cried a few times, and gradually disappeared.
From the beginning to the end, the master thought about only one Ye Lingyue.
But it is no longer jealous or jealous.
In order to save Wuyue, the master gave away a drop of Yang Zhi Manlu, which was undoubtedly another big hit for the master.
In this world, only Ye Lingyue can save the master.
If you can get enough Yangzhi Mannan as soon as possible, then the owner can recover.
The host asked it to help Ye Lingyue, and it would help.
As long as the Savior can do anything, it is willing to do anything.
Xiao Lingxing's heart was heavy.
He vaguely guessed that he might have said that he did something wrong.
The purple leaf bodhi in front of me seems to have decayed a lot.
Under the purple leaf bodhi, there was a ray of black gas that kept pouring out.
Xiao Lingxing went to Wu Yue and looked at Wu Yue's situation.
To his surprise, Wuyue's breathing has returned to its original state, and her complexion is very ruddy. It looks better than before she was injured.
Not only that, Wu Yue's eyebrows were faintly sparkling.
It was just when Xiao Lingxing was going to check Wu Yue's details.
"Madam!"
There was a thunderous roar. Outside the Tomb of the Tombs, a man with red hair rushed in like a whirlwind.
He swept around, and the surrounding conditions were completely unclear, so he saw Wu Yue lying on the ground.
The man's heart shook, his long legs straddled, rushed before Xiao Lingxing, and rushed to Wu Yue.
Seeing Wu Yue stained with blood, motionless.
If the man was struck by lightning, he was heartbroken and snarled, knelt in front of Wuyue and hugged Wuyue's "corpse."
"Mother-in-law, you wake up. How can you leave me and Chi, you wake up quickly. If you don't wake up, I ... I ..."
"This uncle ... you are Sister Wuyue ..."
I heard a whispering child's voice, which was neither light nor heavy, and fell to the ear of the demon Chiye.
"Who are you! Did you kill my mother-in-law?"
Chi Ye red eyes, glaring at Xiao Lingxing.
His voice fell, and his ears were screwed up.
"What roar are you shouting at Xiao Ling Xing, he is still a child, you can't kill him if you want to scare him!"
But when she saw that Wu Yue had a headache, she met such a rude man. Even if she was really dead, she might be awakened.
"Mother-in-law, you are not dead?"
When Chi Ye heard Wuyue's voice, she could still care for Xiao Lingxing, and she wouldn't let go when she held Wuyue.
After Wu Yue went to the Tombs of the Tombs, Chi Ye had been very uneasy. She didn't want to eat tea in Di Que.
After thinking about it, he decided to go back to Wuyue.
Anyone knows that outside the Tombs of the Tombs, he saw the sky above the Tombs of the Tombs, and the black gas prevailed. But he didn't wait until he broke into the Tombs of the Tombs.
That fire burned Chi Ye's heart.
As long as Wuyue and the children are safe, what demon world, what emperor position, for him, is nothing but a cloud.
The man's generous arms made Wu Yue's nose sore for a while.
She thought that she was already not afraid of life and death. How could she know how much she could not bear Chi Ye and Chi in her heart until the moment she died.
For the rest of his life after the couple's death, Wu Yue only remembered Xiao Lingxing.
"Xiaoling Xing, are you okay? Only then ... Is it really Zitang?"
Wuyue hesitated and looked at the eye-style divine refining demon. After looking at him, the purple leaf bodhi.
She could not have imagined that the linden tree growing on the Tomb of the Tomb of the Devil would actually be the Supreme of Zitang.
Should she tell Ling Yue about this?