"Don't!"

Meng Weiwei, who was not far away, saw Qin Yuan, who was quickly facing a death threat, and she shouted in fright.

Bite!

Just as the B-grade alloy knife that burned pale white flames was about to slash at Qin Yuan's face, the mask that Qin Yuan was wearing on his face suddenly burst out with a crimson brilliance!

Clang!

A long crimson knife seemed to be pulled out slowly from the round of crimson sun that emerged in front of Qin Yuan, blocking the tip of the B-grade alloy knife cut above Qin Yuan's head without any difference.

At the same time, Qin Yuan suddenly felt a strange movement in his back, and then the pitch-black spirit he had obtained in the secret realm actually took the initiative to run out, wrapping Qin Yuan's entire arm burning with pale flames, and devouring those pale flames in a moment!

"Hiccup—"

The pitch-black alien seemed to burp, and then returned to Qin Yuan's back, as if it had just come out to drink a cup of hot water.

In Meng Weiwei's perspective, in addition to seeing the crimson long knife that suddenly blocked Qin Yuan's head, a mysterious and inexplicable pitch-black pattern suddenly appeared on Qin Yuan's back, and the pattern quickly turned into a cloud of jet-black liquid substance, swallowing up the pale white flames on Qin Yuan's arm, and then returned to Qin Yuan's back, turning into a pitch-black pattern and disappearing on Qin Yuan's back.

"That's ...... Spirit patterns and alien spirits?"

Meng Weiwei muttered to himself with some uncertainty.

After the crimson long knife blocked the B-grade alloy knife, the alloy knife actually broke inch by inch and fell to the ground weakly.

Then the crimson long knife locked onto the miserable white palm, and slashed towards the miserable white palm impatiently, as if he had encountered some enemy with a deep hatred in the sea of blood.

And the miserable white palm was not afraid to slap at the slashing crimson long knife.

The crimson long knife was slapped by the miserable white palm, and with a sad roar, it flew backwards into the round of the Great Day in front of Qin Yuan, and then the Great Day also disappeared.

If you look closely, you can find that the mask on Qin Yuan's face at this moment, the color of the big sun and the long knife inscribed on the surface has dimmed a lot.

However, the white palm was not unscathed, but a wound about an inch long was cut by the long red knife, and the black blood flowing from the wound was evaporated by the pale flames in the blink of an eye.

"It's kind of interesting......"

A feminine male voice came from the abyss-like black crack, and the white palm of the hand was facing upward, as if the owner in the abyssal crack was looking at his injured palm.

"I'm so weak that this damn world rule is suppressed......

But listen, little one,

You tried to destroy the blue-scaled ghost king I had worked so hard to cultivate, this is your first capital crime,

You actually cultivated the wind and thunder spiritual power to restrain me, although it was very weak, but you also used the power to devour alien spirits to devour me, this is your second capital crime,

The most serious thing is that you still have the strength of that guy to protect you, and you hurt me, that is the clown who jumped in front of me and almost died...... In short, this is your third capital offense,

Three capital crimes are added, when the night of destruction comes, my Heavenly Demon Bai will kill you with my own hands, I hope you can live to that time. ”

The feminine male voice said, he beckoned his palm, and the blue-scaled ghost king behind the abyssal crack bowed his head respectfully and strode into the abyssal crack.

When this abyssal crack appeared, the Green Scale Ghost King recovered a lot of memories, allowing it to understand the origin of his origins.

It comes from the abyssal world and was created by the great ghost god Heavenly Demon Bai.

Qin Yuan just stared at the miserable white palm, and the abyssal crack behind that miserable white palm.

This guy who claimed to be Heavenly Demon White undoubtedly taught him a profound lesson, making Qin Yuan understand that he was still too weak.

Too weak, too weak!

Therefore, Qin Yuan did not speak, but in his heart, the flame that longed to become stronger burned more and more vigorously!

Although Qin Yuan didn't know what the Heavenly Demon Bai was talking about when the night of destruction came, at that time, it was really hard to say who would kill whom......

"Little one, live well, and you must wait until I kill you with my own hands. ”

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

At this moment, a thunderous roar like a flood bell suddenly erupted above the abyss rift.

In the next moment, a thick dark purple thunderbolt like a bucket of water fell from the sky like a rolling thunderbolt, and slammed into the abyss crack!

"Hehe, Purple Thunder True Monarch, you are still so irritable, my Heavenly Demon White is waiting for your arrival in the abyss world at any time, it depends on whether you dare to come. ”

The feminine voice of Heavenly Demon White disappeared into the air along with the abyssal rift.

Purple Thunder True Monarch?

The powerhouse at the top of the world's powerhouse rankings?

For the name Purple Thunder Zhenjun, Qin Yuan sounded quite familiar.

Moreover, Purple Thunder Zhenjun seems to be the patron saint of Yunshan City!

The nine different worlds in the territory of Yunshan City are all within the protection range of the Purple Thunder True Monarch!

The four-phase pavilion branch of Yunshan City, the pavilion master is none other than Purple Thunder Zhenjun!

Qin Yuan and Meng Weiwei didn't expect that the first person who rushed to support them turned out to be the number one powerhouse in Yunshan City!

When the purple arc dissipated, a tall figure like a mountain appeared where the abyss crack appeared before.

It is the Purple Thunder True Monarch himself.

"His grandmother's, still hasn't pulled him out of the abyss! I just want grandpa to go to the abyss, why can't he, the turtle grandson, come by himself?"

Purple Thunder Zhenjun opened his mouth and said the words of tiger and wolf, and after talking for a while, he looked at Qin Yuan and Meng Weiwei, and his voice was like thunder:

"What just happened here, how could it attract a powerhouse of the Heavenly Demon White's level to take action personally?"

After Qin Yuan and Purple Thunder Zhenjun explained what happened, Purple Thunder Zhenjun couldn't help but look at Qin Yuan a few times:

"You said your name is Mortal Yuandao? Is the one-star member of the Kyushu Group so strong now? Then what is your real name? Are you a local? Can you speak Yunshan dialect? I can't get used to Mandarin!"

"This ......"

Qin Yuan suddenly had a headache, he didn't expect this number one powerhouse in Yunshan City, it seemed to be ...... The personality is relatively unique.

Meng Weiwei stepped forward to help Qin Yuan solve the siege intimately:

"Uncle Yun, the mortal Yuan Dao has just experienced a big battle, and now he is very tired, so don't ask those irrelevant questions yet, let's talk in another place. ”

Zilei Zhenjun turned his head and glanced at Meng Weiwei, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his voice was much lighter:

"It turned out to be Weiwei, why are you here, I heard that your brother recently won an award in the army, which is much more powerful than my little cub who is not a weapon, but my little cub is very concerned about you, and recently asked me to help you bring some gifts......"

Hearing this, Qin Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly.

Listening to Purple Thunder Zhenjun's tone, it seems that the dignified son of Purple Thunder Zhenjun is also interested in Meng Weiwei?

That's bloody, isn't it?

One more competitor of your own?

But it's normal to think about it, Meng Weiwei's appearance is indeed rare in Qin Yuan's life.

Such a good-looking girl, no matter how many people like her, it is normal.