Chapter 629: Demon Soul Spear

Regarding Zhan Feihong's words, Huang Wanqin's somewhat pale face was at a loss.

But then, when Zhan Feihong began to slowly infiltrate her body, she understood what the other party meant.

Since Huang Wanqin's physique is no longer the true body of the second-grade Yuan Immortal, with her disorganized immortal veins, even if there is a little more vitality infusion, she can't bear it.

Therefore, Zhan Feihong can be said to have raised the spirit of fifteen percent, and he did not dare to use the relics of the father of Michael and Raphael to compile the Taoist structure that he had just mastered in his heart.

But even so, it still brought a lot of pressure to Huang Wanqin's delicate body, and if it weren't for the destruction of her throat, she would have been unable to help humming her voice a long time ago.

Noticing the sweat on the other party's forehead, Zhan Feihong was even more cautious, further slowing down the whole process by nearly two times.

However, such a dedication also brought them signs of success, only to see that Huang Wanqin had already turned into a pair of emerald green illusory angel wings, and at this time, a faint silhouette was reflected.

"There's a ......!"

Seeing this scene, Zhan Feihong was quite pleased, not to mention how much benefit this pair of angelic wings could bring to Huang Wanqin.

But at least its appearance has helped the other party successfully take the first step towards shaping the body of an angel!

"Today, let's get here first. ”

After stabilizing the contours of the pair of wings, Zhan Feihong stopped.

It's not that he doesn't want to completely reshape the entire pair of angel wings in one go, it's really because of Huang Wanqin's condition that he can't withstand such a violent toss.

With a faint smile on her tired face, Huang Wanqin reluctantly nodded to Zhan Feihong.

"Sleep...... When you wake up, you should have the strength to stand up. ”

Gently stroking his wife's silver hair, Zhan Feihong slowly put her back on the platform.

It wasn't until the other party's breathing gradually became even that he quietly let go of his finger-interlocking palms and turned to leave.

"If there is hope, it is good. ”

He had just walked a few steps when the figure of the ghost dragon girl Zhao'er appeared beside him and comforted.

"I know. ”

Smiling at the other party, Zhan Feihong looked into the distance with some distraction.

There was a little more essence in his eyes, and he muttered to himself, "You are right, for her sake, I will never have any hesitation from now on." ”

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In this way, more than a month has passed, and Zhan Feihong has traveled for the Hell Monarch Samael no less than ten times.

Each time, he transformed the army of angels he targeted into subordinates who regarded himself as a god, and now the number of hoards in the Tai Chi realm has reached hundreds of thousands.

Even the transformed archangels are almost over ten figures.

With the strength of such a powerful legion that could easily trample on any of Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars of Demon God, Zhan Feihong had already begun to think about how to deal with this Hell Monarch Samael.

Although with his current base, it is still not enough to fight with the opponent with all his strength, after all, the Seven Monarchs of Hell are the seven most powerful demons among the demons, and their means are endless, and their hole cards are unpredictable.

But a head-to-head confrontation cannot be defeated, but a sneak attack in the shadows is not necessarily.

Therefore, Zhan Feihong needs to find a perfect opportunity to find trouble with this Hell Monarch.

However, now is not the time, at least double the number of legions, it is better to try to catch a certain number of Angels of the Song, it is better to have a more secure grasp.

This angel of the chant may not be able to provide frontal firepower, but the effect of the chant chant is enough to make ordinary angels burst out with several times more power.

Of course, this is still a long-term plan, and it is difficult to achieve it at the moment.

"Friends from the other world, counting it, the transaction between you and me has been progressing for more than a month. ”

While Zhan Feihong was secretly calculating, the Hell Monarch Samael, who had called him over, suddenly said.

"What, you're going to tell me about the Spear of Longinus?"

In response to Samael's words, Zhan Feihong raised his head and asked unhurriedly.

"Don't you always mention this reward as soon as you see me, right? I've made it very clear to you that while your contribution to me is not small, it's not enough to sell the weapons on which all the demons depend. ”

Hearing Zhan Feihong's question, Samael waved his hand.

"Then what are you going to tell me to do this time?"

Knowing that the other party must have found a new task for himself, Zhan Feihong was too lazy to ramble with him, and asked dryly.

"Clever. ”

Stretching out his hand and nodding Zhan Feihong, the corners of Samael's mouth showed his usual demonic smile, and then said, "This mission is a little different, so I hope you can be cautious." ”

"Different, what do you mean?"

Samael's reminder couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and ask curiously.

"This time, I'm not asking you to destroy those little angels, but to investigate a matter from my compatriot, another Hell Monarch, Mammon. ”

Seeing that Zhan Feihong was interested, Samael smiled and said thoughtfully.

"It seems that there are a lot of open and secret battles between you demons. ”

Nodding suddenly, Zhan Feihong said with a slight sarcasm.

"What are we? We are demons, the rulers of hell under one of the demons and above ten thousand! If one day there is no open and secret struggle between us, framing each other, and deceiving each other, then it will be called a strange thing. ”

Zhan Feihong's sarcasm did not make Samael feel the slightest shame, and as the Monarch of Hell, he even felt that it was a disguised compliment.

"Well, I don't care what you do with the fight, you just have to tell me the content of the mission. ”

Shaking his head disappreciatively, Zhan Feihong really didn't have the mood to pay attention to the cunning between these demons.

"I want you to help me get a look from Mammon to see if he stole my soul gun. ”

Noticing the impatience on Zhan Feihong's face, Samael lost the strength to boast, and went directly to the point: "This demon soul gun was quietly stolen by a long time ago, I don't know which bastard stole it, I used to suspect many compatriots, but in comparison, it is still Mammon who is the most suspicious, so I need you to run for me." ”

"Why are you looking for me?"

After listening to the content of Samael's mission, Zhan Feihong silently pondered and asked with some puzzlement.

"Actually, I've wanted to ask you to help me with this for a long time, but I wasn't very comfortable with you before. You must know that even though we demons are not strictly forbidden to fight each other like angels, the Seven Sovereigns of Hell cannot fight to the death like ordinary demons. Otherwise, that guy Lucifer wouldn't have spared us easily, even if I don't want to admit his status, but to tell you the truth, I can't fight him. ”