Seeing that Zhang Zichen had been insisting on using the peach tree spirit to save Zhang Jianfeng, and in the end, He Huimin had no choice but to take a step back, she: "Zichen, since you must insist on using the peach tree spirit to save your senior brother, then I have nothing to say." But before that, we have to give it a try and see if the righteousness of this peach tree spirit will resist your senior brother's body. ”

"Then how do you try?" Zhang Zichen hurriedly asked.

"The spirit of the peach tree is in your body, in fact, it has long been integrated with your body, it is integrated into all parts of your body, and of course, your blood. "He Huimin, "Actually, your blood already has the ability to heal others, now, you only need to drip your blood on Senior Brother Jianfeng's wounds, if Senior Brother Jianfeng doesn't resist your blood, then you can force the Peach Tree Spirit out to save him." However, if your blood and Senior Brother Jianfeng's body resist, then ......"

At this point, even He Huimin didn't go down, but Zhang Zichen understood that once his blood and Zhang Jianfeng's body resisted, then the peach tree spirit would not only not be able to save Zhang Jianfeng, but would make him more injured, and even this last trace of vitality would disappear in a short period of time.

It seems that the only simple way to verify whether this peach tree spirit is resistant to Zhang Jianfeng's body is that Zhang Zichen uses his own blood to drip on Zhang Jianfeng's wounds.

"Okay, okay, then I'll try!" Zhang Zichen also agreed with this method very much, he opened his right palm, and a thin true qi immediately formed above the palm, this true qi emitted a white light, very gentle, but very sharp.

Seeing that this white true qi moved slightly, a long crack appeared on Zhang Zichen's palm, and drops of blood seeped out from his palm.

Looking at the blood in the palm of his hand, Zhang Zichen hesitated for a moment, and finally clenched his fist, aimed at the huge blood hole in Zhang Jianfeng's chest, and dripped a drop.

With just this drop, the second drop of Zhang Zichen used true qi to control zhì, and a drop of blood could see whether the two were fused or not.

That drop of bright red blood was like a pearl, falling from mid-air, and happened to fall on top of the wound on Zhang Jianfeng's chest.

Snort-

A sharp voice stung Zhang Zichen's ear, and his blood fell on Zhang Jianfeng's wound, and this good and evil collided together, and there was a short fight.

And since there was only one drop of righteous blood, after several battles, this drop of blood was outnumbered, eroded by many evil bloods, and finally turned into a stream of water vapor and dissipated into the air.

Looking at this stunned result, Zhang Zichen was dumbfounded: "How can this be?

Zhang Zichen kept repeating these few.

According to common sense, if an ordinary person is seriously injured, and then Zhang Zichen uses his blood, then the person who is saved will be gradually healed under the urging of blood.

But now, Zhang Jianfeng resisted the blood with the essence of the peach tree, which made Zhang Zichen at a loss and didn't know how to save him.

"Alas, Zichen, let's mourn!" He Huimin sighed, "What's going on lately? With relatives and friends leaving in front of my eyes, can my heart withstand this blow after blow?"

"Senior brother, I'm useless, I'm useless, can you sue me, how can I save you......" Zhang Zichen knelt beside Zhang Jianfeng and shouted over and over again.

However, what Zhang Jianfeng gave Zhang Zichen was only silence.

Time is passing in this sad atmosphere, and Zhang Jianfeng's vitality is gradually disappearing......

But at this moment, a faint voice suddenly came from the quiet huge cave.

The owner of this voice is not Zhang Jianfeng, nor is he the Deadwood Daoist, so who is it?

Zhang Zichen, who was kneeling on the ground, heard this: "Zhang Zichen, your senior brother can still save ......"

Zhang Zichen was stunned for a moment, and immediately asked, "Who are you? What did you just have?"

The voice came from all directions again: "I just now, your senior brother can still be saved." ”

Hearing this hoarse voice again, Zhang Zichen frowned, because of this voice, Zhang Zichen had heard it countless times.

Zhang Zichen took a deep breath and said angrily, "Wu Luo, it's you!?"

That's right, the owner of this voice is none other than Wu Luo.

Wu Luo smiled bitterly: "Zhang Zichen, I didn't expect you to remember me." ”

Zhang Zichen immediately stood up, listened carefully to the direction from which the voice came from with his ears, and said: "Wu Luo, of course I remember you! When I saw the Pishan Sect fall into the Demon Dao, I knew that this Bishan Sect must have become like this under your coercion and temptation, and the tens of thousands of people killed must be counted on your head. ”

Hearing this, Wu Luo laughed.

After laughing for a moment, Wu Luo said: "This is their own fault for the mountain faction, no wonder me." ”

Zhang Zichen snorted coldly and asked, "Wu Luo, these evil fates are caused by you, if you can repent in time and save my senior brother's life, I can promise you today to spare your life." ”

"Hahaha!ha!" For some reason, after listening to Zhang Zichen's words, Wu Luo laughed, he laughed loudly and unscrupulously.

Finally, Wu Luo said aloud: "It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous." I am one of the ten demon generals of the Heavenly Demon Race, and I have the most powerful bloodline in the entire universe, but now I have been reduced to such a planet, and I am constantly being played with and held by a group of humans. If you want me to die, I will die, if you want me to live, I will live, sad, pathetic!"

Zhang Zichen didn't want to hear any of Wu Luo's nonsense, and now he just wanted to save Zhang Jianfeng.

Zhang Zichen asked: "Wu Luo, just now, you can save my senior brother, what do you want me to do so that you can save him?"

"I really haven't figured this out what you're going to do. Wu Luo thought for a moment.

"What do you want, you?" Zhang Zichen desperately wanted to save his senior brother, for him, there were many things, and Zhang Zichen could go to the trouble for it.

"I just now, it happened so suddenly, I really didn't expect you to do anything for me. Wu Luo replied genuinely.

"What should I do then?" Zhang Zichen asked.

"Well, I've been by your side when I think about what I want you to do, how about it?" asked Wu Luo tentatively.

But Zhang Zichen didn't think about it, and responded in one bite: "Okay! I agree to your request!"

Wu Luo laughed twice and continued: "You have to remember, you Zhang Zichen, you owe me something, if I think of letting you do something, you must do it without hesitation." ”

In this regard, Zhang Zichen hesitated for a moment, "Of course, but Wu Luo, what you asked me to do can't go against the morality of heaven and earth, can't teach me to harm people, can't let me kill my friends and relatives around me, otherwise, it makes no difference whether you save my senior brother or not." ”

Wu Luo put forward conditions, and Zhang Zichen also put forward conditions.