The Strongest Little Devil: Master, Come to Fight!

"Little Man!!"

When the red light shot into Luo Xiaoman's eyebrows, Mo Yuan directly left Xuan Wulin and rushed over.

Of course!

A strong vigor swelled from Luo Xiaoman's body, and the approaching Mo Yuan flew out again.

At the same time, a phantom appeared, exuding endless coercion, so that all living creatures could not help crawling on the ground, shivering.

"Luo frivolous, your sins are serious, and one year later, you will suffer the nine-fold thunder tribulation, and your soul will be scattered!"

"Get out of here!" Mo Yuan rushed up again, screaming, and punched the phantom away.

He turned around and hugged Luo Xiaoman.

"Xiaoman, what's the matter with you?" Mo Yuan panicked, looking at the person in his arms eagerly, only to see her slowly opening her eyes, and showing a sweet smile to himself.

"I'm fine." Luo Xiaoman struggled and said calmly: "Isn't it just the Ninefold Thunder Tribulation? What's the big deal?"

What is the big deal? That was the Nine Thunder Tribulation, a terrible scourge that even the immortal could not bear!

Mo Yuan's heart tightened and he fell into deep self-blame. If he had prevented Xiao Man from unlocking the seal just now, such a change would not have occurred!

"Crazy, you shouldn't have come." Qingdi shook his head and sighed: "The Supreme Immortal Venerable had long expected that there will be a ray of life after your fall. Just in case, I was specially used as a bait. Design this trap and wait for you to bring it to your door."

"For him, if you are not reincarnated, it is best, otherwise, depending on the importance you place on me, you will definitely fall into this trap."

"Qingqing, I know." Luo Xiaoman's pretty face is still a touch of indifferent, and he doesn't care about the curse of God's condemnation. "The most important thing is that you are free now."

"Heh, I'm just a ray of remnant soul, which will naturally dissipate. You shouldn't pay such a price for me." Qingdi stared deeply at Luo Xiaoman with a complicated expression, "My friend, you have suffered. But no one can solve the curse under the Supreme Immortal!"

"Why?" Mo Yuan squinted his eyes, his body exuded a suffocating aura, "Didn't the Supreme Immortal bless you? Why did he treat you this way?"

He couldn't understand that a person who had blessed Luo Xiaoman, now became her servant, and would end Luo Xiaoman's life with nine thunder tribulations a year later.

"Because... the person who blessed me at the beginning was not the Supreme Immortal." Luo Xiaoman turned around and smiled sweetly at Mo Yuan, a touch of distressing indifference on his pretty and cute face.

Mo Yuan's pupils shrank and his heart became heavy.

If it wasn't the Supreme Immortal that blessed Xiaoman, who would it be?

Also, Xiaoman had seen the statue of the Supreme Immortal Venerable before, but he denied that it was the person who had blessed her at the time. In other words, the Supreme Immortal Venerable in her mouth was not the real Supreme Immortal Venerable.

"Yuan, don't you understand?" Luo Xiaoman walked over, looking at him with scorching eyes, "Blessed me at the beginning..."

boom!

Suddenly, a figure rushed over quickly, blasting the back of Mo Yuan with a punch.

"Yuan, be careful!" Luo Xiaoman reacted, instinctively blocking him.

puff!

Luo Xiaoman vomited blood out, his eyes turned black, and he fainted.

Mo Yuan's heart tightened, his eyes widened, and he watched her fall down blankly.