Fengshenzhi, I didn't want to fall in love with Nuwa

Duma didn't touch Zishou, and slowly took off the jasper arm on his right thumb, and took out a rusty old pot from it, then walked towards Xiao Can, stretched out his hand, and smashed his head, A mass of white turbid substance was dug out, and then put into the pot.

With one kick, Xiao Can's body was kicked into the Dead Sea.

Then he went to another hell lord on the ice floe, concocted it according to the law, opened the head of the hell lord, and took out a cloud of white turbid substance from it.

His behavior made Zishou's face change suddenly. Although he didn't know why Duma did this, it was definitely not a good thing.

The rulers of hell have no soul, and those clumps of white turbid matter are probably their true spirits.

Duma walked towards Su Mei and said, "Su Mei, it's time for you to sacrifice yourself."

Su Mei's face was pale, and fear flashed in the depths of her eyes, but she didn't say anything.

Duma approached slowly, reached out to grab her hair with his left hand, pressed her forehead with his right hand, and said, "I shot very quickly, you won't feel any pain."

"What are you doing?" Zishou yelled sharply, he felt that Duma's move was definitely not to save the king of hell.

Duma said indifferently: "Hell demons are born from attachment. They have no soul but spirit. I am taking spirit to heal my wounds."

Zishou's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he said, "Take the spirit to heal your wounds? If you dare to do it, I will definitely kill you!"

Duma turned around and walked slowly towards Zishou.

Zishou secretly thought that it was not good. With his current state at this moment, he was definitely not Duma's opponent.

Duma took out the Longinus gun and stuck it on the ice floe with a "Dang".

"If you want to kill me, die together!"

Looking at his gloomy face, Zishou felt ruthless in his heart, and wanted to activate the Zhuxian Sword Formation to kill him.

However, when he activated his zhenqi slightly, he found that his soul was so painful that it almost shattered, even breathing was difficult, let alone mobilizing the eight innate swords.

Duma said: "I won't kill her, but she won't live long. With such a serious injury, we have no soul and no soul. We can't survive."

Duma looked at Zishou, and slowly put the ancient pot in his hand next to the Longinus spear, and said: "This soul refining pot and the Longinus spear were given to me by you before, and now I return them to their original place. host."

Zishou was stunned for a moment, and said, "What did you say?"

"For so many years, I have been looking forward to seeing you again..."

A smile suddenly appeared on Duma's gloomy old face, and he looked incomparably shocked: "And this, I'll give it back to you too, so that I can finally repay your kindness, Emperor..."

He raised his right hand, stretched his fingers, and grabbed his forehead suddenly, scratching his forehead instantly, and pulled out a piece of white turbid substance from it.

After Duma took out this thing, her body also slowly lost its vitality, and she slowly lay down on the ground, dying of breath.

The white turbid substance squirmed slightly and was absorbed by the soul refining pot.

Zishou stared blankly at Duma, full of doubts in his mind.

"Why did Duma commit suicide?"

"Why did he give me these things?"

"I've never met him before, not to mention that even if I met him in my previous life and felt kind to him, there's no need for him to commit suicide!"

"He wants to kill Su Mei, but also for me?"

Zi Shou looked at the long spear in front of him and the soul refining pot filled with turbid white substance, completely unable to imagine what was going on.

Su Mei whispered: "Zi Shou, there are their true spirits in the soul refining pot. If you absorb them, you will be able to recover from the wounds on your body. Only these wounds that have been crushed by the power of heaven can heal."

Zishou was stunned for a while, then suddenly said: "What's going on? Why did he do this? What do you know? Tell me quickly!"

Su Mei reluctantly raised her head to look at him, and said, "I don't know either!"

Seeing that she was lying, Zi Shou frowned, and said, "Don't lie to me, tell me what's going on. Now I just want to know who the emperor you are talking about is me?"

Su Mei stuck out her tongue, turned her head to look at the sky, and said: "This should be the Peacock Continent, you should heal your wounds quickly, otherwise any storm may kill you. Hongmeng Tiandao may not be able to protect you here , if you die and find that you cannot be resurrected, then it will be too late to regret it."

Zishou said nervously, "You don't want to commit suicide, give me something like Duma?"

Su Mei said: "I won't, I'm afraid of death, I want to live. I haven't lived a good life yet, let me die like this, I don't want to."

Zishou looked at her from the side, and found that she was looking at the sky, with a very beautiful side face, and said: "I don't know how to refine these things, maybe there is some trick."

Su Mei turned her head to look at him, and said: "It will be difficult for you to get up if you don't refine it. If I recover first, believe it or not, I can do whatever I want on you..."

When Zishou saw her charming cheeks, his heart skipped a beat.

Su Mei said: "It seems that you want me to do that, so I have no choice but to help you!"

Zishou said, "Stop talking nonsense."

He didn't dare to talk to Su Mei anymore. This woman was a better driver than him, and if he was not careful, he would fall into the trap.

He looked at the Soul Refinement Pot, thinking he might as well give it a try, even if it didn't work, he wouldn't lose anything.

Enduring the severe pain, he sat up, held the soul refining pot in his arms, then opened the lid, and slowly channeled a small burst of true energy, urging the contents of the pot, turning it into white smoke, and swallowing it lightly.

Originally, his whole body was in severe pain, and even if he mobilized a small amount of true energy, he was so painful that he almost passed out, but after swallowing a wisp of white smoke, the severe pain was greatly reduced.

Su Mei showed a smile on her face, and said: "That's right, it's delicious, this food can not only heal the wound, but also... so you can feed me~"

Zi Shou was distracted and glared at Su Mei.

Su Mei said, "Why are you glaring at me? I'm talking about waiting for you to heal your wounds and catch fish to feed me. Where are you going?"

The corner of Zishou's mouth twitched slightly, he simply ignored Su Mei, and concentrated on refining the white substance in the soul refining pot.

I don't know what these white substances are, but Zishou absorbs them effortlessly.

A day later, Zishou was able to move slightly.

Su Mei looked at Zishou, smiled and said, "Now you know what this thing is, okay?"

Zishou let out a "hmm" and pondered slightly: "What are these things?"

"Didn't you say it? It's the spirit of the devil." Su Mei smiled, blinked suddenly and said: "There is a way to recover your injuries faster, do you want to use it?"

"What way?" Zishou asked.

Su Mei said: "The method of double cultivation, although I was seriously injured, if you want, I can still do it, my son..."

Zishou immediately knew that she was teasing him, and said, "If you still want to live, don't talk nonsense."

"You mean, if I tease you again, you will make me want to die?" Su Mei said coquettishly.

Zishou: "..."

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I asked the editor, it may be next week or next week, anyway, I will get started with [-] recommendations within this month, and it must be updated by then, so I will start with two updates today.