The Demon Lord held the soul-locking pot tightly, as if the soul-locking pot was the most precious holy object in the world.
He smiled without regrets, even though his peerless and charming face was already wrinkled and unwilling to accept it, he still smiled happily.
"Little sister...I finally...saved your soul."
This short sentence made everyone in the audience burst into tears.
No one in the world knows that the devil loves beauty.
The white hair on his head and the wrinkles all over his body must be so painful to the Demon Lord.
But he didn't regret it at all, instead he showed a hopeful smile.
"Go and see the Demon Lord..."
Ye Jinghan said weakly.
Su Mu took the Demon Lord's pulse and shook his head feebly.
One, two, and three were all seriously injured.
He is just a doctor, not a god, so how can he treat me?
The demon lord's muscles and veins were severed, his vitality was completely burned, and his internal organs were all shattered. Who could save him?
Ye Jinghan and others felt pain.
If Gu Chunuan was still alive, Gu Chunuan would be so distressed to see the Demon Lord in such a state.
"Master Su, is there really no other way? Is there any miracle?" Qingfeng couldn't help but ask.
He didn't like the Demon Lord before, but now...
But he felt sorry for the devil.
Su Mu smiled bitterly.
"There are so many miracles in the world. Do you think the God of Luck will care for everyone just like Ye Jinghan?"
Ye Jinghan held on to his broken body and came to the Demon Lord's side, his voice slightly choked with sobs, "Do you have any last words?"
"Find... find a way to resurrect the young lady..."
"Okay, I promise you. Even if you don't tell me, I, Ye Jinghan, will try my best to resurrect her throughout my life."
"I trust you……"
The Demon Lord smiled.
He is old, and the skin on his face is wrinkled and old, like a layer of skin sticking together. He looks like a ghost when he smiles, but no one thinks his smile is ugly.
The Demon Lord reluctantly handed the soul-locking pot to Ye Jinghan.
He handed it to him, also giving his last hope to Ye Jinghan.
"Little sister...I'm sorry...Amo...can't stay with you anymore..."
The scenes of Gu Chunuan getting along with him flashed through his mind, and the smile on the Demon Lord's face became brighter and brighter.
Especially Gu Chunuan's words, "I will protect you from now on."
yes……
He was covered.
No one...can bully...can't bully him...
The Demon Lord slowly closed his eyes, unable to open his heavy eyelids any longer. Only the image of Gu Chunuan remained in his mind.
The Supreme Elder staggered up and shook his head vigorously.
"No, you can't die. An Nuan told us that we must protect you, and I can't let you die."
After saying this, the Supreme Elder actually opened the restriction and passed on all his skills to the Demon Lord.
"Tai Shang Elder... you can't give him all your power. What will you do if you give it to him?"
"I am just an old man, and I will die when I die, but he is still young, and he still has a long way to go."
"The Supreme Elder..."
"I don't know if I can save him with all my strength. If I can save him, it's good, but if I can't, I will be worthy of An Nuan."
"thump……"
The people of the Jade clan knelt down one after another.
This night is destined to be a long one for the Jade Clan.
Their clan leader, Gu Chunuan, drained his own blood and died in order to fuse the dragon beads and break the blood curse.
In order to retain Gu Chunuan's soul, the Demon Lord used the Time Flower Regeneration Technique twice, and his black hair turned into white snow, and his life and death were unknown.
In order to protect the Demon Lord, the Supreme Elder also exhausted all his energy and died on the spot.
Ye Jinghan was seriously injured and dying, and was picked up by Su Mu and others.
Before leaving, he took away the soul-locking pot. From then on, there was no news about Ye Jinghan in the world.
Some say he is dead.
Some say he is recovering from his injuries.
Some people say that he kept his name anonymously and looked for ways to resurrect Gu Chunuan.
As for Xiao Yuxuan, he also left lonely, disappearing without a trace with his hundreds of thousands of troops. No one knew where he went.