Vol 3 Chapter 850: Hot spring

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Inside the cave is the ice stepped by ice sculpture. The master of the cold smashed the ice step, and the magic sky followed closely. Xia Yuanqiu and Zhu Xi looked at each other and slowly followed.
They are carried by the blood of the beasts, and they can sense some of the spiritual powers that ordinary people can't sense. The source of this spiritual power is the same kind of blood that also has the blood of the beasts.
As they approached the hole, they felt a strong spiritual power. Although they did not know what was good or evil, they could feel that the other party was very powerful.
Stepping down the ice steps, the induction and summoning of this spiritual power is more and more intense. The two will be determined and not controlled by the spiritual power. Instead, they will be deeply suppressed and left behind.
This may be an extremely difficult thing for ordinary people, but Zhu Xi and Xia Yuanqiu, they are never ordinary people.
A battle with the sand field for nearly ten years, and the struggle between life and death, is often very strong, his mind has been tempered.
One has lived for two generations, and since he was a child, he has been practicing medicine and refining medicine.
Under the ice level, it is an ice room with a chilly coldness. In the ice room, the pearls are embedded in the square, and the ice room is bright as white.
On one of the ice beds, a Tsing Yi man lay flat in the middle of his eyebrows, all of which were frosty, white as paper, and stiff.
The mood of Magic Heaven became a little excited. He stepped forward and reached for his son's hand on the side, but he seemed to hold an icicle. Only cold and cold, no human warmth and softness.
Xia Yuanqiu also stepped forward, reaching out and touching the brother's arm, chilling like ice, could not be diagnosed.
The master of the singer said: "The magical sky, you need to unlock the ice mark of Su Yu"
The magic day loosened his son's hand and turned to face Xia Yuanqiu. He said: "Yuan Qiu, you said, shouldn't unravel this ice mark"
Xia Yuanqiu said: "Of course I have to solve it, otherwise I can't treat it."
The master of the cold nodded and said: "If this print is untied, if you want to seal it again, you will need to know after 7 or 47."
Magic Heaven said: "Everything is listening to Yuan Qiu, if even Yuan Qiu can't cure him, then no one in this world can cure him."
The master of the singer no longer spoke, and the people retired. Before he stepped to the ice bed, his palms were full of complicated handprints. A group of light blue energy air mass appeared in front of the palm, and his palms were facing down, from his feet. Upward, all over the body, dot-printing, disappearing invisible.
Over the top of the head, the frost on the top of Su Yu's eyebrows has been digested without a trace, and his face is still pale, just adding a bit of popularity.
Xia Yuanqiu stepped forward and reached out to hold Su Yu's wrist veins. No matter how she listened to the pulse, she couldn't find a sense of pulsation in her wrist. She hurriedly reached out to explore her neck veins, and there was still a trace of the neck veins, which was extremely weak. Almost blank.
She couldn't think too much. She hurriedly reached out and pressed Su Yu's outer chest. When Zhu Xi saw this, he rushed forward and headed toward Xia Yuanqiu: "I am coming to me, you can just press the chest."
Xia Yuanqiu smiled and nodded helplessly.
According to Xia Yuanqiu's instructions, Zhu Xi held back his habits and opened Su Yu's mouth, mouth to mouth.
The magic sky sees the two like this, and asks urgently: "This, what is this, what are you doing?"
Xia Yuanqiu continued to press Su Yu's outer chest and responded: "He has no breath, his heart stops, and if he does not give first aid, he will die."
When the magic sky heard it, he rushed forward to buckle his son's wrist veins. As Xia Yuanqiu said, there is no wrist vein, no different from the dead. He panicked: "You, you can do this, can you live?"