Regarding Zhan Feihong's words, Huang Wanqin's somewhat pale face showed a hint of confusion.

But then, when Zhan Feihong began to slowly seep his vitality into her body, she understood what the other party meant.

Since Huang Wanqin's physique is no longer the real body of the second-grade Yuanxian from the Immortal Family, with her disintegrated and chaotic immortal veins, she cannot bear even a little more vitality infusion.

Therefore, Zhan Feihong was 150% alert, and he did not dare to make any mistakes and began to use the relics of Michael and Raphael to compile the Taoist structure that he had just become proficient in.

But even so, it still put a lot of pressure on Huang Wanqin's delicate body. If it weren't for the destruction of her throat, she would have been unable to help humming.

Noticing the heavy sweat oozing from the opponent's forehead, Zhan Feihong became even more cautious and further slowed down the entire process by nearly twice the time.

However, such dedication also brought them signs of success. Huang Wanqin's pair of green illusory angel wings, which had long since disappeared, actually reflected a faint outline at this time.

"There's a show...!"

Seeing this scene, Zhan Feihong was quite happy, not to mention how much benefit this pair of angel wings would 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, we will come here first."

After stabilizing the outline of the pair of wings, Zhan Feihong stopped running.

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 she can't withstand such a violent effort.

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 laid her down on the platform again.

It wasn't until the other person's breathing gradually became evener that he quietly released his interlocking palms, turned around and left.

"It's good to have hope."

He had just walked a few steps when the figure of Ghost Dragon Girl Zhao'er appeared beside him and comforted him.

"I know."

Giving the other party a reassuring smile, Zhan Feihong looked into the distance in a daze.

There was a bit more sparkle in his eyes, and he murmured to himself: "You are right, for her, I will never hesitate again from now on."

...

More than a month has passed like this, and Zhan Feihong has been on missions for Samael, the Lord of Hell, no less than ten times.

Each time, he transformed the army of angels he was targeting into subordinates who worshiped him as a god. Today, there are hundreds of thousands of them in the Tai Chi Realm.

Even the transformed archangel has almost exceeded ten figures.

With such a powerful legion that can easily trample any one of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods of Solomon, Zhan Feihong has already begun to figure out how to deal with Samael, the Lord of Hell.

Although his current base is still not enough to compete with the opponent, after all, the Seven Lords of Hell are the seven most powerful demons among the demons. Their methods are endless and their trump cards are unpredictable.

But you can't win in a head-on confrontation, but you can't win in a secret attack.

So Zhan Feihong needs to find an excellent opportunity to cause trouble for this hell monarch.

But now is not the time. It is better to hoard at least double the number of legions. It is better to try to capture a certain number of chanting angels. It is better and more appropriate so that we can have a more secure grasp.

This hymn angel may not be able to provide frontal firepower, but the effect of the hymn singing is enough to make ordinary angels burst into power several times.

Of course, this is still a long-term plan and is currently difficult to realize.

"My friend from another world, the deal between you and me has been in progress for more than a month."

While Zhan Feihong was making secret calculations, Samael, the Lord of Hell who called him over, suddenly said.

"What, are you going to tell me about the Gun of Longinus?"

Regarding Samael's words, Zhan Feihong raised his head and asked unhurriedly.

"Don't you always mention this reward whenever you see me, okay? I've made it very clear to you that although your contribution to me is not small, it is far from selling the weapons that all demons rely on.

not enough."

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

"Then tell me, what do you plan to ask me to do this time?"

Knowing that the other party must have found a new task for him, Zhan Feihong was too lazy to talk to him and asked simply.

"clever."

Reaching out and tapping Zhan Feihong, Samael showed his usual devilish smile, and then said: "This mission is a little different, so I hope you can handle it more cautiously."

"What does it mean to be different?"

Samael's reminder made Zhan Feihong raise his eyebrows and ask curiously.

"This time, I'm not asking you to destroy those little angels, but to investigate a matter with my compatriot, another hell monarch, Mammon."

Seeing Zhan Feihong's interest, Samael smiled and said thoughtfully.

"It seems that there are a lot of overt and covert fights among you demons."

Zhan Feihong nodded suddenly and said with a hint of sarcasm.

"What are we? We are demons, the lords of hell among the demons who are under one person and among ten thousand people! It would be a strange thing if one day we no longer fight openly and secretly, frame each other, and deceive each other."

Zhan Feihong's sarcasm did not make Samael feel the slightest bit ashamed. As the Lord of Hell, he even felt that this was a disguised compliment.

"Okay, I don't care how you fight, just tell me the content of the mission."

Zhan Feihong shook his head disapprovingly, Zhan Feihong really was not in the mood to pay attention to the cunning friendship between these demons.

"I want you to help me check from Mamen to see if my Demonic Soul Gun has been stolen by him."

Noticing the impatience on Zhan Feihong's face, Samael lost the energy to boast and went directly to the topic: "This Demon Soul Gun was quietly stolen by some bastard a long time ago. I once

I have suspected many compatriots, but in comparison, Mammon is the most suspicious, so I need you to make a trip for me."

"Why are you looking for me?"

After hearing the contents of Samael's mission, Zhan Feihong thought about it silently and asked with some confusion.

"Actually, I have wanted to ask you to help me with this matter for a long time, but I was not very confident about you before. You have to know that even if we demons are not strictly prohibited from fighting each other like angels, the Seven Lords of Hell
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