Wan Junzhu kneaded his temples hard to relieve and relieve the heavy pressure on blood vessels.

It’s a pity that he has entered the realm of a master of devils only thirty or sixteen this year, and he has also served as the dean of the Devils Academy in Leishi City. He is an absolute young talent. He was also invited to attend as a "young dean" at the Chiyu Island Conference. It was a good time when the spring breeze was full of joy.

As a result, the young dean experienced the ups and downs of life overnight, falling from the peak to the bottom of the valley. Since he was entrusted by the world's number one person yesterday, he began to lose his hair wildly, and he woven a layer of black hair pillow scarf overnight. Now he has angina pectoris, cerebral congestion, and many diseases are all present, as if he wants to raise a body to raise a terminal illness.

What's the matter with this!

But I took people to visit the hometown museum, why did the branches grow out of the crowd and such big branches grow?

Wan Junzhu couldn't help but sigh, lamenting for her destiny.

Qingyue said, "This is probably not a matter of luck or misfortune. This theft was a temporary intention and was specifically targeted at us."

Qingyue carefully examined the cultural relics scattered on the ground while making a judgment.

Wan Junzhu said in surprise: "Targeting you?"

Qingyue said: "Simply put, I just don't want us to see these historical relics...especially this and Wan Lei Pillar. Lan Lan, can you analyze it?"

Lan Lan snorted: "Who do you think I am?"

While speaking, the girl reached out to summon the bone staff and gently tapped the heavy bone staff on the Wan Thunder Pillar under Wan Junzhu's worried gaze.

In an instant, lightning splashed on the blue stone pillar as thick as an arm, making people unable to open their eyes.

As the master of the magic path in the elemental domain, Wan Junzhu clearly felt the surging of the elements. With the Ten Thunder Pillar as the core, the elements of the entire Hope Port gathered towards one place.

However, this tide-like process lasted for only a short moment, and the light then went out and the surging of elements came to an abrupt end.

Qingyue said with concern: "Is it okay?"

Lan Lan curled her lips, couldn't help but the pain, shook her palm that was paralyzed by the lightning light, but said tactfully: "Who do you think I am!"

“Is the analysis fruitful?”

Lan Lan said angrily: "Who do you think I am? Do you really want to have a broken stone that has been abandoned for 3,500 years. How much do you expect me to analyze from it? But one thing is at least certain, the power of the element above is still alive."

"Sure enough..." Qingyue nodded slowly.

Wan Junzhu couldn't calm down: "What's the matter!? Did you just say that this stone is still alive?"

The word "living" is a great stimulation to Wan Junzhu.

After all, I heard Qingyue say something like "Thunder King may still survive" before coming. At this time, in his eyes, the Thunder King is simply the remains of the Thunder King, and the Thunder King himself may be regenerated at any time. Then the ancient king who ruled mankind for thousands of years may destroy the existing prosperous civilization at any time!

Qingyue comforted: "No need to panic too much. The Thunder Pillar is just an ordinary historical relic and there is no threat. The Thunder King cannot be resurrected so quickly."

"Wait, you said it was impossible so fast, didn't you say it was impossible?"

Qingyue smiled and said, "Men who care too much about details will always be single."

Single Dog Wan Junzhu was once again mentally hit.

Qingyue quickly curled her smile and looked at Bai Xiao: "Xiaobai, are you here to try it?"

Bai Xiao nodded and reached out to hold the stone pillar where the lightning still existed.

In an instant, it seemed as if a passage was blooming in the palm of the palm, endless mist spread around the passage, and in the distance was a dark abyss...

This experience is quite similar to the journey to the virtual world, especially the fog that blocks the view. But the abyss seen through the fog finally awakens the other end of the memory.

When transplanting the magic seed for the second time, the deep night sky I saw with the help of the demon's mother nest.

However, the strange scene in my mind only lasted for a moment and then came to an abrupt end.

Bai Xiao regretfully put his hands away and opened his eyes, but saw everyone looking at him with helpless eyes.

It turned out that the priceless historical relics in my hand had turned into dusty powder at some point.

“I did it?”

Lan Lan curled her lips and smiled and said, "Of course not, it's because this stone has been disrepaired for so long and has naturally weathered. Is it right, Dean Wan?"

Wan Junzhu, who was named and asked, only felt her blood pressure soaring again. Looking at the remains of this precious cultural relics that enshrine part of his childhood, this young talent who had finally experienced the ups and downs of society said with a forced smile: "It is indeed...it may be natural weathering."

When talking, Wan Junzhu only felt her heart bleeding.

"Don't be so forced." Qingyue's voice was like a sound of nature. "How could the Thunder Pillar, which has been preserved for 3,500 years and has not been damaged at all, suddenly become weathered? This is obviously a man-made result, and the culprit is of course the curator who robs himself in broad daylight."

While talking, Qingyue came to the shrunk old man in the corner of the wall and reached out to pick him up.

The girl's arms were slender, but she had unquestionable force. The old man let out a horrible moan and struggled with his teeth and claws, but he was lifted helplessly.

Qingyue took off a badge depicting the sailing of the ship from his chest and threw it to Wan Junzhu.

"Confirm his identity."

Wan Junzhu had already confirmed it in the blurred area, and only nodded at this time: "It is indeed Duan Bao, the director of the Hope Port Museum... I remember that when I was a child, he worked in the museum. At that time, he told me about the significance of history to civilization and the significance of the museum to remember history. I didn't expect it was him..."

As he spoke, Wan Junzhu couldn't help but ignite his true anger, as if he was a betrayed girl, gritting his teeth and his eyes were full of tears.

Qingyue said: "Please calm down. I'm afraid he doesn't have to decide on this matter. He just obeys others."

"Oh?" Wan Junzhu then got angry and questioned the director Duan Bao, "Are you instructed by someone? Who is it?"

But the shrunk old man showed a terrified look, but the focus of his gaze did not stop at anyone present, but was locked in the distance.

"I, I didn't say anything, don't kill me..."

Before he finished speaking, the hunchbacked old man turned into a piece of powder in everyone's sight!

There is no warning or possibility of reversal.

Qingyue's face suddenly sank, and a blood moon suddenly lit up above her head. The red barrier spread out, isolating all invading external objects.

Lan Lan reacted at the same time, and a blue flame that looked like an arc of electricity was lit on the bone staff. Thunder and fire were perfectly intertwined, and burning arcs burst out from time to time, woven into a keen tentacle network. As long as any hostility touched this network, it would be hit by an elemental impact like a mountain torrent and tsunami in an instant.

Bai Xiao's reaction was the most indifferent. He held the pitch-black bone spear tightly. Although the tip of the spear was erect to the ground, even Wan Junzhu, who was half a showroom, felt creepy, as if he had been pressed directly on his chest with a weapon.

At this moment, Wan Junzhu, known as a young talent, felt like an insignificant ant.

The three young girls from the Snow Mountain Tribe in front of him were only sixteen or seventeen years old, but the power he showed had already made him, the master of despair.

His Highness the Crown Prince lost unjustly on Chiyu Island!

But looking at the advantage, such a powerful force now is on my side... No matter what the person who plots behind the scenes is planning, it will never succeed.

But as soon as this optimism was aroused, Lan Lan stuttered and pointed the bone staff in his hand out the window. The blue thunder and fire instantly turned into a torrent and rushed out, turning the exterior wall of the historic museum into powder. The aftermath continued, and he moved forward all the way until it reached the horizon.

The blood moon above Qingyue's head also became even more shrill, and the rich magic energy turned into substance and flowed down from the outline of the moon, so that people in the red light seemed to be corroded by strong acid, and they clearly felt the dissolution of flesh and soul.

Only Bai Xiao stood still, but there was a faint whistling sound from the pitch-black bone spear. The sound was neither male nor female, neither far nor near, as if it was just a noise worth mentioning. But as long as you listen carefully, you would feel that your soul seemed to be torn by a powerful suction force...

The three of them had an attack at the same time, and the Senluo Killing Domain presented made Wan Junzhu's mind blank. He could not react at all. He could only watch the three of them do whatever they wanted.

This is Hope Port, the largest and oldest port in the Holy Yuan Empire in the Eastern Continent, with a permanent population of nearly one million. The southern museum is especially in a historical scenic spot. Whether it is the gathering tourists or the nearby residents, there are not a few people. If you let a few human weapons perform their crimes, the consequences will be unimaginable!

But what can I do if I can't imagine?

Wan Junzhu once had quite confident in his strength, but at this moment he found that confidence was ridiculous! If the goal of these three people was to target him, then he would not even have time to react to it!

The dignified master of the Demonic Way is already really like an ant!

I just don’t know... what these three people want to do if they are murderous? Is there anyone here who deserves such a big fanfare?

Fortunately, after a moment, the three of them restrained their strength.

Lan Lan paused his bone stick and said angrily: "It's so shameful! He was actually ran away like this! What are you doing with a flat-breasted girl?"

Qingyue shook her head: "The other party's methods are strange and difficult to defend. I have tried my best to open the field, but it seems that it is completely parallel to the other party and has no influence at all."

"Sure enough, flat chests will lead to parallelism..." Lan Lan off topic without hesitation and attacked her personal, and then asked, "Xiaobai, how are you?"

Bai Xiao still held the bone spear tightly and said thoughtfully: "I just saw an eye."

"Eyes?" Qingyue was surprised, "Is it..."
Chapter completed!