Dudu is the closest person in the third life. She has been with him all the way to the present. Sometimes she is very timid, but when there is something really, she is not afraid of everything being in front of her.

At this moment, Xia Fan activated all his strength, and the eight colorful crystal pools exploded instantly, and the surrounding Yuan Ling Qi rushed in. The speed was much more terrifying than that of the people at the fifth and sixth level of the Spirit-raising Period who had all their strength to suck the Yuan Ling Qi.

And at this moment, Xia Fan instantly activated the Wanhuan Divine Action Technique and rushed out instantly. Although the blood and flesh splattered in the moment he rushed out, he really rushed towards Dudu.

"Seven-colored light, his spiritual pool is strange. What kind of spiritual pool is this? Humph, no matter what kind of spiritual pool, do you think you are playing games with you? Wow..." In fact, as long as Xia Fan persists under the most core pressure, he can still move forward and leave the most core pressure area, Song Bowei behind it will be difficult to master, let alone Xia Fan burst out and rushed out. However, he snorted coldly in his heart. A transparent crystal-like thing had already appeared in Song Bowei's hand, which was thinner than a needle. With a light flash of his finger, he instantly rushed into the spiritual pool of Xia Fan's seven-colored crystal stone light.

Even if someone around him is in such a chaotic situation, it is impossible to pay attention to this subtle movement, not to mention that the crystal-like subtle thing entered the seven-color crystal pool and instantly turned into spiritual energy, blending with other spiritual energy.

At this time, Xia Fan's speed was a little faster, and the eight spiritual pools surged wildly and boiled, and the energy absorbed by the Yuanling Qi was much higher than normal.

If it is an ordinary person, even those who are much stronger than Xia Fan may not be able to notice anything. They just think that they have burst out 12 or even 15% of their power, which is extraordinary and full of power.

But Xia Fan was different. He has been studying foundation building and tempering his body for a hundred years. He knows more about the changes in the body's power to build foundation than anyone else. Even in this situation, he immediately felt that something was wrong in his spiritual energy in his spiritual pool. The boiling was beyond the norm, like a boiling hot water. It was also like a volcano that was about to erupt, brewing an eruption under constant heating.

But after this explosion, the absolute spiritual pool was destroyed. Although Xia Fan was worried about Dudu and rushed out at all costs, he was not as good as he had to destroy the spiritual pool himself after rushing out. Only people like Xia Fan who had experience in destroying the spiritual pool themselves can clearly feel what the boiling spiritual energy in his body at this moment means.

"Little Prince, protect the little prince..."

"Little Prince, don't be impulsive, stop quickly..."

"The general has something to say, don't do it..."

"No one can move without any movement in the important places in the capital..."

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At this moment, people were constantly rushing towards each other in every direction, including people from the King's Mansion, people from the imperial city, and people who maintained the daily order of the Han capital.

But at this moment, their arrival can no longer stop what happened.

"Young master, don't come here..." At this time, Dudu, who was among the five rays of water condensed by Song Bowei's five fingers, looked at Xia Fan rushing towards him, and she seemed to understand that something seemed wrong.

At this time, even the guards of the royal palace and other people who came, those who did not want something to happen to Xia Fan, were desperately shouting that Xia Fan should not rush over.

But at this time, although the force had not been completely pressed up, Dudu's body was trembling, and his feet were even eroded and pressed by some forces and began to change.

Xia Fan was scolding Song Bowei, a bastard. This guy clearly showed that he could not choose to go over. After all, Dudu was just a maid. Now the guards in the palace and a special worshiper who was not inferior to Song Bowei, also came. Song Bowei must not be able to do anything to him. And there are people in the palace, so he is safe.

But if he doesn't get over, Dudu will be crushed in front of him. Even if he is at fault, he will not be able to shake a dignified general.

Even if it can be shaken, so what? Dudu is dead. In Xia Fan's heart, a hundred Song Bowei is not as good as a Dudu.

Seeing that Dudu's body had been damaged, even if he might have to save his life, Xia Fan rushed over without hesitation, but his heart was already full of anger.

"I want to play, right? Then I will play with you a big one, and play with you to the end, swoosh...bang bang..." Xia Fan never considered slowing down at all, and never considered watching Dudu die without help. While he continued to rush over without hesitation, he raised his hand and bounced back. In an instant, two flames rushed towards Song Wu like two fire snakes.

This speed is definitely no less than that of sword-handed attacks. Moreover, these two violent demon flames exploded halfway through, absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy more and more violently, becoming extremely huge. A huge fire snake that was hundreds of meters long swallowed Song Wu.

"Father, save me..." Song Wu was unable to avoid it now and exclaimed for help.

"Hmph, boom..." Song Bowei snorted coldly and instantly blocked Song Wu. He was originally very casual in raising his hand and was preparing to block the violent demon flame in front of him, but the next moment, the violent demon flame exploded wildly, and the deep force like a scorching erosion of bone marrow burned towards him. When he was about to attach to his arm, Song Bowei hurriedly raised his hand, lifted up his cloak to activate the force to form a defense, and shaking the violent demon flame out of it.

"Ah...boom..." At this time, Xia Fan also rushed down frantically. However, the moment Xia Fan rushed in, the five water forces instantly closed and the power gathered together to press down.

It was one thing that Xia Fan rushed out just now, but it was another thing that rushed in at this moment. This time it was even worse than just now. His body was almost torn apart. That was not counting. He forced himself to rush in before the power was closed and hugged Dudu. Xia Fan felt that the spiritual energy in his eight spiritual pools began to be out of control, and he was really like a volcano erupting, and he had to erupt at one time.

With the help of this erupting power, if Xia Fan continues to take violent actions, even the water power can be crushed and destroyed, but Xia Fan knows that he will exhaust his power and destroy the spirit pool.

At such a critical moment, there are not many people who can be more calm than usual. Xia Fan has experienced too many things, which makes him calmer the more critical the moment he is, the more dangerous the moment he is. At this moment of life and death, he forcibly began to suppress his power, gathered the power of the bursting of the seven-color crystal pool, hugged Dudu, and let the power be suppressed, and he only activated a small part of the power to inject into the realm gate in his chest.

"Boom..." He couldn't care about the pressure outside, nor did he dare to care about it. If he cares about the pressure outside, he could only die together with Dudu. Although allowing the outside power to be suppressed like this would be a life-and-death life. After all, it would take time to activate the realm gate, and Song Bowei's powerful power had closed at this moment and was pressed down with a bang.

Xia Fan felt that his body was about to be crushed and exploded in an instant. At this moment, the power from the realm gate came, and Xia Fan's body was introduced into it.

And just as Xia Fan was sucked into the Demon Realm by the Gate of the Demon Realm, Xia Fan looked up at Song Bowei who thought he was blocking his attack: "Old bastard, this is just interest. Today's account book master will settle with you in the future, and we will not finish it."

In fact, all this was amazingly fast, and in an instant, even the many powerful beings who arrived had no time to intervene, and everything was over.

In their eyes, they saw Xia Fan rushing into the power, holding the little maid, and then exploded under the impact of powerful force. In the end, the place where he was located was gone, and they were all stunned.

Although all kinds of things happened before, when something happened to Xia Fan really happened, everyone felt like thunder was blowing down. Oh my God, this is going to happen.

How should Xia Fan deal with the aftermath? Who can do this "senior"?

"Haha... cough... slap... death, damn guy, finally dead, see how arrogant you are, how clamoring..." At this time, Song Wu, who was hiding behind Song Bowei, saw this scene but ignored everything else. He hated Xia Fan to the core. There was nothing more pleasant than seeing Xia Fan die with his own eyes.

But Song Bowei, who was standing behind Song Wu, frowned. What others saw was Xia Fan rushing into the power, and the power shattered. He thought that Xia Fan was not even left with scum under Song Bowei's attack, but Song Bowei could clearly feel that the guy was not killed by himself, but ran away at the last moment.

"Song Bowei, you dare to kill the little prince. You are seeking death. Capture him and leave him to the prince for disposal." At this time, the worshiper who rushed from the Zhenwang Mansion was also angry. The man was named Kang Jun, and he was already at the second level of the God Transformation Period. He was the worshiper who stayed in Hanjing City by Zhenwang Xia Zhen. After all, the dignified Hanjing City Jiuxing Prince Town King Town also needed someone to take charge.

However, Kang Jun usually just kept his door to me and ignored the others. Even the little prince Xia Fan, the host, could not dispatch him, but he could ignore other things. He could not ignore the little prince who was really killed.

Kang Jun instantly led his men and was ready to catch Song Bowei and serve.

"General Song, you are so...too presumptuous, catch him..."

"Catch the person immediately and leave it to the prince for disposal..."

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At this time, the other forces that arrived at the same time were not willing to fall behind. No matter what, they had to control Song Bowei first. Otherwise, if the above blamed them, they would not even have a minimum explanation, and they would definitely suffer.

"He is not dead, hum, he escaped quite quickly. But he wanted to save the little maid, so he probably would cry..." At this time, he seemed to be answering Song Wu's words, and seemed to be intentionally saying to those around him who wanted to catch him. Song Bowei said to himself.

As soon as he said this, Kang Jun, the worshipper of the King's Mansion, was stunned by the others, because there was no need for someone of Song Bowei to lie. He said that if he was not dead, he should be dead.

As long as Xia Fan was not dead, they really would not want to have conflicts with this general, because he was strong enough and he was a general who had just made contributions. In addition, behind him was Zhenhai Hou, the current first army officer of the Han Dynasty.

"You must report this matter immediately. If the little prince has something to do, you must not give up." Kang Jun stared at Song Bowei for a long time, waved his hand to stop the guards of the royal palace who were about to take action.

The other people with several forces hesitated and did not take action. As long as Xia Fan was not dead, everything would be easy to say.

"What...what, he didn't die, how could this be...no... damn guy, he must have died, he died, ah..." When Song Wu heard that Xia Fan was not dead, he was going crazy. He was no longer awake at this moment and could not think so much. He had only one thought in his mind, killing Xia Fan, the damn guy, at all costs.

But now I heard that Xia Fan was not dead. How could this be possible? How could he survive under that situation?

He yelled unwillingly, and shouted at his father Song Bowei.

Just when Song Bowei frowned when he heard this and turned to scold Song Wu, he suddenly saw Song Wu behind him being covered by layers of flames. He was roaring and burning without realizing it.

That was the magic flame, the complete magic flame, which had completely enveloped Song Wu's body at this moment.

"Fast running power, no..." Song Bowei saw that it was not good, so he raised his hand and wanted to capture Song Wu, wanting to save him.

"Ah...death...he must be dead, ah..." Amid the painful screams, Song Wu, who was almost crazy, roared wildly. When Song Bowei's hand grabbed his shoulder, his shoulder was burned to ashes by the demon flames, and his body gradually ignited completely in the screams.

At this moment, even Song Bowei was powerless. The severe pain made Song Wu scream and jump wildly. It was clearly seen that there was a crack under the ground, which was actually a flame that drilled out from the ground.

The violent demon flame truly catalyzes violent terror, but it has the unique effect of the demon flame in the darkness. Just now, she unknowingly covered the already lost mind Song Wu.

"No..." This time, Song Bowei roared in pain, because he could only watch his son die at this moment, but there was no way.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of what Xia Fan said. Damn guy, his two flames were just intentionally confusing himself, and the real flame was hidden underground.

If the son had discovered it earlier, he might have been able to save him, but the flame had already covered his whole body and burned his soul. Even if the three great masters came, they might not be able to save him.

Song Bowei never expected that he would watch his son be burned to death in front of him with his own eyes, but he could do nothing.

"Father...father...major...major...kill him...you killed him, right, he died..." At this time, when his body was completely burned by the violent demon flames, Song Wu was gone even in pain. At this moment, Song Wu, who was completely burned to a close transparent state, suddenly turned his head and looked at Song Bowei and muttered.

His body was gradually dissipating, and Song Bowei opened his hand to try to grab Song Wu. The place where he touched was accompanied by the burning demon flames.

Dead...dead!

It's not true, isn't this flame, isn't this the magic flame that the little prince just blasted out?

Oh my God, Song Bowei didn't kill the little prince, but his son was actually killed by the little prince in front of him.

This is too scary, this is...dead!

What a terrifying demon flame, what a weird demon flame. This guy used a magic weapon to kill Song Wei before, and this... he killed Song Wu with a magic weapon in front of me. This is a big deal.

It was a big deal and the matter was a big deal. I thought it would be fine if there was no one to die. This time, Xia Fan was not dead, and Song Wu was in trouble if he died.
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