Thunder Martial

The demon reinforcements spotted Zi Chen from a distance, and then their expressions changed drastically, and they began to retreat.

Zi Chen didn't go forward to pursue it, because there were other magic knives among them.

With his current strength, one-on-one can kill the magic knife, if it is two magic knives together, there will be a lot of pressure.

Meng Jianfeng came forward and looked at the departing demons, feeling a little unwilling.

Behind that, a group of spiritual clans with scars came forward and expressed their gratitude to Zi Chen.

"Wu Ling, are you there?"

Among these people, Zi Chen saw an acquaintance, it was the Wu Ling he met when he first came to the Holy Spirit Realm.

At that time, Wu Ling was in the middle realm, and Zichen was only in the lower realm, but now Wu Ling has reached the upper realm.

Wu Ling nodded, and said with a bitter face: "We encountered a surprise attack from the demons. After the battle, some of us ran out. I didn't expect to be tricked by Meng Huai."

"Oh?"

Zi Chen looked at Wu Ling.

Wu Ling gritted his teeth and said, "They were attacked by the demons, but they led those demons to our place, and then led their people to the depths to find opportunities."

"What opportunity is there in the depths?" Zi Chen asked again.

"I don't know, but it is said that everyone is heading to the depths right now, and it is said that there is an opportunity in that place."

All the people in the upper realm looked at Zichen expectantly. Obviously, if Zichen was with them along the way, they would be much safer.

Meng Jianfeng said: "Go and have a look, maybe you will find something amazing."

"Do you know what the chance is?" Zi Chen asked again.

"I'm not sure, but it might be a spiritual fruit from the Three Realms."

Looking at Zi Chen's puzzled expression, Meng Jianfeng continued: "A strange fruit that contains the power of the three races. It is said that it will appear in every battlefield of gods and demons. After refining, it is possible to advance to become a holy spirit."

Zi Chen's expression couldn't help changing when he heard this.

Now he,

At the bottleneck limit, if he can't reach the real limit, then his next level is the Holy Spirit.

Or half a step of the Holy Spirit!

Clearly, this is an opportunity.

The expressions of the other people were also very excited, not all because of the three worlds of spiritual fruit, but also other opportunities.

A group of people began to go deep, and those rescued beings were extremely excited.

Just faced a crisis, not only did not die, but also expected to get other opportunities.

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In the depths at this time, the three races of gods, demons and spirits meet.

Among them are the leaders of the three clans, and relatively speaking, the spirit clan among the three clans is the worst.

An existence holding a magic knife stood beside Meng Huai, stabbed him into the body, and then pulled it out again.

Meng Huai let out a scream like a dead pig.

On the side, there was a group of spirit clan brought by Meng Huai. They all had stab wounds on their bodies, and blood kept flowing from the wounds.

The blood flowing out seemed to be attracted by some kind of attraction, and it went up against the sky, floating in mid-air.

In the other two directions, there is also blood gathering, namely the devil blood of the demon race and the divine blood of the god race.

Three kinds of blood, floating in three directions, have the meaning of the three races.

Behind the leader, Meng Huai, stood many spirit clans, brought out by Meng Huai, and at this moment, they all looked extremely frightened.

Because around them, there are strong demons and gods standing.

They are surrounded and may be beheaded at any time.

The wound on Meng Huai's body healed again, and the leader of the demon clan said sarcastically, "I don't know how many pills you took before you came, but the speed of recovery is not too slow."

The magic knife messenger drew his knife and stabbed it into the body again.

Meng Huai bent his body and screamed again.

The leader of the Demon Race moved his eyes away from Meng Huai, and looked at the Spirit Race who fell to the ground and twitched. They were all in the upper realm, and at this moment, they looked extremely weak due to the loss of all the blood in their bodies.

He waved his hand.

Several attacks landed, ending their lives.

"I keep you here because your identities are different, and blood is naturally more beneficial."

The leader of the demon clan glanced at Meng Huai, but his expression was still disdainful.

This guy is considered to be the weakest leader of the Meng domain in history, and it is really boring for him to meet him.

"Why are you all standing there in a daze? Why don't you fight back, are you still waiting to be killed?" Meng Huai said through gritted teeth, looking at the spirit clans in the distance.

"People are divided into groups and things are gathered together. What kind of leader will naturally lead what kind of people."

On the side of the protoss, an existence surrounded by divine light said disdainfully: "Didn't you also have the courage to take action before?"

Meng Huai's face was extremely ugly.

The leader of the protoss said again: "I heard that you are not strong, but you have a great background. This time, drive away all the strong spirits who came here alone?"

Meng Huai thought of those beings who left alone, and there was no shame in her eyes, only anger.

"The gang of damned guys don't take me seriously as the leader. Now that the leader is in trouble, they still don't show up. What's the use of keeping them? I really regret that I just left, not Kill them!"

The protoss who spoke looked at the leader of the demons.

The leader of the demon clan sighed: "How powerful was Meng Yu back then, and how powerful was Meng Chuan? It's a pity that his descendants are such waste!"

The leader of the protoss said: "Actually, this is quite good. Kill all these wastes, and then we will be left. In other words, a weak existence like the spirit race shouldn't be here."

At this moment, a demon clan flew over from a distance, whispering a few words in the ear of the leader of the demon clan.

The face of the leader of the demon clan changed immediately.

"What happened?" the Protoss leader asked.

"My people have lost a lot. It seems that there is a strong spirit clan coming." The leader of the demon clan said in a deep voice.

"There are also strong people among the spirit race?" There was a sneering voice from the god race.

Meng Huai's eyes lit up when he heard the words "strong man of the Spirit Race", as if he saw hope.

"I just said that I haven't seen the Protoss all this time. So I ran here. It seems that luck is really good. Next, I, Crazy Meng, must make a lot of money!"

There was a sound of laughter, which came from a distance, and then a group of spirit races flew towards this side.

Everyone turned their heads and looked into the distance.

The protoss didn't know Zi Chen at the front, but after the demons saw it, their expressions changed drastically.

Zi Chen's strength is obvious to many of them, and he belongs to the real powerhouse of the Spirit Race.

"Meng Jianfeng, it's you, that's great, come and save me!"

At this moment, Meng Huai yelled at Meng Jianfeng as if seeing a life-saving straw.

Meng Jianfeng didn't seem to hear Meng Huai's words, nor did he look towards him, but looked at the place where the three bloods met.

A look of ecstasy flashed across his face.

If it is as he guessed, there is a great opportunity here!