Looking at the cruel and determined expression of regret, Ning Xiaofan also guessed seven or eight points.

When he tortured Hun Luo, he probably used this terrible soul fire to burn Hun Luo's soul.

He was so painful that he finally had no choice but to vomit out Taoism.

The methods are extremely terrifying!

Ning Xiaofan suddenly felt that he was still too far from this world.

He used to think that Li Wuchang was the number one devil in the world, but now after seeing the regret, he suddenly felt that Li Wuchang's little thing was simply not worth mentioning compared to regret.

"You have one last second."

The cold voice of regret interrupted Ning Xiaofan's thoughts.

"Haha, really?"

Ning Xiaofan suddenly grinned.

"Go to die!"

"Bang!"

Just when he regretted it and found that it was not good and used soul fire to burn him, the spirit in front of him suddenly exploded.

He exploded him out and smashed seven or eight walls in a row before he could barely stabilize his body.

The soul body was unstable and interlaced for a few minutes before it could barely stabilize.

"No matter who you are, don't let me meet you again!"

The voice of regret was like a tiger coming out of the cage, and it was extremely angry.

...

puff!

Turning back to the secular world, outside Tianhua University, Yongning Lake, and on the pavilion in the middle of the lake, Ning Xiaofan suddenly opened his mouth, and a large mouth of blood mixed with black blood spurted out, and quickly condensed into a blood-black flower on the lake surface.

"Professor Ning, what's wrong with you?!"

Duanmu Ruoxi said nervously.

Ning Xiaofan looked at her, and for a moment, he really thought it was Su Ruoxi who was talking.

But there was no deep affection in those eyes.

It made him desperate, so heartless.

"Maybe, it's my lung disease again..."

Ning Xiaofan coughed and said weakly: "You know, I have been teaching and educating people all year round, and I have used knowledge milk powder to nurture students, and inhaled too much chalk ash. Most of the teachers have some lung diseases."

In fact, this is all nonsense. Science has long proved that chalk is non-toxic.

It is just that chalk ash adheres to the upper respiratory tract, which will cause diseases, but will not cause lesions and will not be that scary.

It's a fallacy.

But Duanmu Ruoxi believed it without doubt and said with concern: "Then, Professor Ning, you..."

"Sorry, Ruoxi, I think today's meeting will end here. Can we keep our phone number? It's Christmas soon, and I'll ask you to come out and have fun."

“…Well, OK.”

Duanmu Ruoxi nodded in a devilish way.

Although she knew that Wu Meier would definitely be unhappy, for some reason, there was a voice in her mind telling her that she had to do this.

Or, is it a kind of obsession?

Is it the woman named Su Ruoxi who has the obsession left on her?

She didn't know, nor did she want to know.

If a person who doesn’t even know his own life experience cannot even find his memory, how can he talk about anything else?

After the two left phone calls with each other, Ning Xiaofan waved his hand, pretending to be sick, and coughed all the way.

After walking into a bush, I ran away.

After coming to the nearest hotel, he opened a private room, locked the door, and used spiritual energy to block and cover all places where the camera might be hidden, he then opened the ancient Rasho Gate and stepped into Baiman Mountains.

Plop.

As soon as he walked out of the ancient Rashomon, he could no longer bear the pain of his soul exploding and fainted.

Bang, bang, the heavy footsteps were like a huge peak rushing towards him.

Purple-gold skin, huge bald head.

It's a copper door.

"Save, save him..."

The bronze door looked at Feiyue, and there was something called pleading in his eyes.

He is often nourished by the soul shaping banner, and his soul power is becoming more and more mellow.

"I know."

Feiyue nodded briefly and hugged Ning Xiaofan in her arms.

His handsome facial features were tightly wrinkled together, his teeth were closed, and his expression was extremely painful.

There is no external trauma on the whole body and the inside is intact.

"Strange, where is he injured?"

Feiyue muttered, and at the same time, spiritual energy poured into Ning Xiaofan's body along his jade hands and began to investigate around him.

"Master, Brother Xiaofan..."

"Shh."

The bronze door clumsyly made a gesture of silence.

Xiaoqing stopped talking, but just stared at Ning Xiaofan anxiously with big watery eyes.

“Finally found.”

Feiyue breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew her spiritual energy.

"He lacks a large part of his soul, and his soul power is seriously incomplete. He should have just conducted a soul power battle, which caused his soul to be damaged. He is now unconscious."

"Ah? Then, then you can save him, Master!"

When Xiaoqing heard this, she became anxious and grabbed Feiyue's arm and said anxiously.

"There is no way to save it."

But Feiyue shook her head and sighed.

"Can't save it? What does it mean?"

Xiaoqing asked in surprise.

"The soul of a human has three souls and seven spirits. The stronger the soul power, the stronger the three souls and seven spirits. Now his three souls in heaven, earth, man and man have been damaged to varying degrees. Once the three souls are ill and cannot be saved in time, it will lead to the separation of the three souls. If the three souls do not exist, the seven souls will disappear together. By that time, even if this person is dead."

Boom!

The bronze door suddenly fell to his knees and kept kowtowing.

"Save, save him!"

"Please, please save him!"

Tears kept rolling in the eyes of the bronze door, and he finally felt a sense of sadness.

Xiaoqing also stomped her feet anxiously, so anxious that she didn't know what to do.

"I can't save him, I want to save him, only you can."

Feiyue turned around at this time and looked at Xiaoqing and said.

"I?"

Xiaoqing pointed her cute finger at her, blinking her big eyes and looking confused.

The bronze door was also stunned, not knowing what Feiyue meant.

"Yes. I don't have the materials and treasures to replenish souls and are in great need of treatment, so I can only use your essence to replenish his soul power. The essence of the demon clan has endless changes, and can be driven by spiritual energy, or used as medicine to heal wounds. Of course, it can also be used as supplementary soul power."

"Okay! Then, then let's start."

Xiaoqing sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, waiting for Feiyue to extract his essence and replenish Ning Xiaofan.

But after waiting for a few seconds, Feiyue did not take any action.

She opened her eyes and looked at Feiyue with confusion: "Master, take out my energy quickly and heal my wounds for Brother Xiaofan!"

"I can't take out the essence. If you want to save people, you can only rely on yourself."

Feiyue's expression was very serious, and there was no sign of ridicule.

Xiaoqing was stunned for a moment, then looked at the bronze door staring at his lips, and then took the index finger that was almost the same thickness as his palm, pointed to his lips, and pointed to Ning Xiaofan...

The meaning is already very obvious.

Oh, this kind of thing...

How can it be!

Xiaoqing covered her face and felt a fever on her cheeks.

"Well……"

And at this moment, Ning Xiaofan also let out a painful moan.

"Okay, that's all..."
Chapter completed!