Seeing Wang Yan fall from the sky, Bei Mingheng on the giant carpet hurriedly took a huge blanket and caught Wang Yan at once.

Wang Yan landed on the huge carpet, and with a stumble, he was about to fall to the sea.

Bei Mingheng hurriedly took a stride, helped Wang Yan, and hurriedly took out a storage bag from his arms, and was about to take out the pill and feed it to Wang Yan.

But at this time, I saw that Abe San had already fled far away, and if he had taken the pill, I was afraid that Abe San would have fled long ago.

Wang Yan gritted his teeth, helped Abe San, and stood up.

Although his face was as pale as a piece of white paper, and the aura on his body was extremely weak, Wang Yan's face was still extremely firm, and his back was straight.

Looking at Abe San, who was about to flee, Wang Yan's heart moved, and the black clouds in the sky sounded thunder again, and the purple flame dragon thunder was about to fall again.

Only this time, before the Purple Flame Dragon Thunder fell, Wang Yan spurted out a mouthful of blood again.

Seeing this, Bei Mingxue, Ouyang Feiting and the others' hearts felt like they were cracked.

Bei Mingheng hurriedly raised his hand and shouted, "Wang Yan, now is the time for brothers to help each other, I will help you." “

After that, Bei Mingheng raised his hand, and pressed his palm on the back of Wang Yan's heart, and the power of the magic pattern was continuously injected into Wang Yan's body.

With the cultivation of the Northern Demon Saint, Wang Yan's face suddenly had a trace of blood, and he saw that in the sky, thousands of purple flame dragon thunders fell again, turning into a lightning cage, trapping Abe San in it again.

In the midst of the purple flame dragon thunder, Abesan's desperate voice was heard.

At this time, the purple flame dragon thunder quickly converged inward, and it was about to split Abe three into ashes.

I only heard Abe San's angry roar, and one escaped from the cage of the purple flame dragon thunder.

After escaping, Abe San fell to the surface of the sea all of a sudden, and saw that his legs were cut off again, leaving only a bare body.

However, at this time, Bei Mingheng retreated backwards, and his body stumbled and fell on the giant carpet.

The Purple Flame Dragon Thunder just now actually consumed all the power of the Demon Pattern of the Northern Immortal Heng.

Without the support of Bei Mingheng, Wang Yan, who had just stood firm, had a tendency to fall again.

Seeing this, Abe San seemed to see hope again, and his remaining body and head immediately stuck to the surface of the sea, like a fish, swimming into the distance.

Although Bei Mingheng wanted to struggle to stand up, the power of the magic pattern in his body was almost exhausted, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up at this time.

At this time, Bei Mingheng realized that he had only helped Wang Yan cast the Purple Flame Dragon Thunder into a cage once, and he had consumed the power of the magic pattern in his whole body.

But Wang Yan had just unleashed countless Purple Flame Dragon Thunder.

Therefore, it can be seen how strong Wang Yan's magic pattern power will be.

Seeing that Abe San was about to flee, Bei Mingxue and Ouyang Feiting on the huge carpet shouted at the same time: "Brother Wang Yan, I'll help you." “

With that, the two rushed behind Wang Yan, stretched out their arms left and right, and pressed on Wang Yan's shoulder.

Both of them are the cultivators of the Demon King at this time, and they can be regarded as having a realm.

However, with the cultivation of the Demon King, it is far from enough to cast a thousand purple flame dragon thunders and turn them into cages.

At this moment, Wang Tongrui, Ouyang Qiu, Shangguan Moyao, Hu Wei, Ma Jun, Wu Xie and others all rushed up, and all their palms pressed on Wang Yan's body, transmitting all the power of their magic patterns to Wang Yan's body.

Not only that, even Lin Hai, Yak, and hundreds of magicians with extremely low cultivation all ran over, and their palms were placed on the body of the person in front of them, passing them one by one, and all the power of the demon pattern was passed on to Wang Yan.

The so-called no accumulation of small streams, no rivers and seas.

Although the cultivation of Lin Hai and other magicians is extremely low, when they are gathered together, they should not be underestimated.

In particular, there are several demon emperors such as Wang Tongrui and the storage of demon kings.

And I saw that in the midst of the black clouds, thunder roared and shook the heavens and the earth.

In an instant, a thousand purple flame dragon thunderbolts slashed down, trapping Abesan, who had no arms and legs, in it.

Abe's eyes immediately showed a look of despair, he screamed, plunged headlong, dived into the deep sea, and was about to escape from the bottom of the sea.

However, as soon as he dived into the seawater, he saw a purple flame dragon thunder fall, slashing at Abesan's ass at once.

I saw a blood light rise into the sky like a fountain, mixed with the sea, and splashed into the air.

Then, countless purple flame dragon thunderbolts fell, hitting the blood beads, and each blood bead was hit by the purple flame dragon thunder and turned into ashes.

In mid-air, the smoke was misty, and all the blood and sea water were cleaved by the Purple Flame Dragon Thunder, and all of them turned into smoke and floated in the air.

Slowly, the smoke gradually fell, and the whole sea returned to calm.

Abe San is also missing.

Seeing this, Wang Tongrui and the others on the huge carpet were relieved, but at this time, they also felt that the power of the magic pattern in their bodies was exhausted, and they all collapsed on the ground.

On the giant carpet, the only one standing was Wang Yan.

However, after Wang Yan's body shook for a while, his legs weakened and he knelt on one knee.

Bei Mingheng and the others said excitedly: "We won. “

"We won."

However, Wang Yan's face was still solemn, and he turned his head and whispered to Bei Mingheng: "Hurry up." ”

Wang Yan's voice was extremely low, but it was very urgent.

Bei Mingheng was stunned for a moment, but then he understood, he hurriedly patted the giant carpet under him, and was about to fly away with the giant carpet.

Everyone on the giant carpet couldn't help but be stunned when they saw Wang Yan and Bei Mingheng's solemn expressions, and the cheers just now immediately stopped.

Wang Tongrui asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?" Why are we leaving? Isn't Abe San dead? ”

Although everyone thought of the same question in their hearts, as soon as they heard Wang Tongrui say it, everyone couldn't help but "chuckle" in their hearts and secretly screamed that it was not good.

Sure enough, just as Wang Tongrui's words fell, they saw the calm sea in the distance, and suddenly rolled up.

The sea water seemed to be boiling, and it was constantly surging, and the agitated water was getting higher and higher.

Seeing this, Wang Tongrui's face once again showed a look of annoyance, knowing that she was talking too much.

And at this time, driven by the power of the few magic patterns of the Northern Immortal Heng, the giant carpet slowly flew towards the rear.

But at this moment, I saw a round thing break through the sea and fly into the air.

Under the splash of water, the round thing floated in the air, and then let out a wild laugh: "Quack quack, it turns out that in the end, it was the hunter who defeated the cunning fox." ”

With the sound of wild laughter, everyone finally saw clearly, and they saw that floating in the sky was the head of Abe San, who was full of wild laughter and hideous colors.

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