A World Worth Protecting

At the moment when hundreds of assimilated monks appeared, on the ground at the top of the tree hole, the center of the tree surrounded by hundreds of trees, the surface of the dry and cracked tree, gradually revealed a middle-aged face.

Its expression is distorted, and it seems to be suffering from some kind of unspeakable pain. If you look carefully, you can see the crack on its trunk, which is spreading a little bit, faint, with streamer, and slowly flowing.

Obviously, this kind of spread, although there is a certain connection with Wang Baole's engulfing, but it is not all. At this moment, it seems to be undergoing a transformation!

It can be compared with its painful expression. In its eyes, it is calm. At this moment, looking at the direction of the martyrdom, there is a muttering echo.

"Is it still passed out? Although I don't want to do this, since the result is already like this, then... I have to plan well. After all, they have succeeded. I must succeed here too... As for the three little bugs in my body, they are fragile and destroyed."

At the same time as the small tree whispered, the tree hole underneath it, with Wang Baole’s sudden rushing out, the body murder broke out and the cloud rose at the foot.

This cloud is the exclusive method of the third layer of Qigong. When this method comes out, it immediately makes his speed be blessed again, like a string of arrows, galloping away.

It is outside his body, there are also clouds, this is the fourth layer of the cloud, called the cloud body!

As for the fifth layer of the method, Wang Baole has just been promoted, and it is too late to master. At this moment, the body looks like a cloud, and the whistling is close to those assimilated monks.

In the moment of approaching, Wang Baole raised his right hand and a sharp arc of lightning exploded. This arc lightning was repaired to the peak of truth, and the power was stronger than before. At this moment, the light shines, and the light shines straight to those coming. The assimilation monk went away.

In the shuttle, a series of arcs were stirred up. From a distance, it was like a small piece of Leihai inside the tree hole. It was amazing!

The sound of the rumble was suddenly spread all over the place. The place where the flash arc passed, the assimilated monks were all physically trembled, and many of them burst directly. At the same time, the blast was also displayed in the hands of Wang Baole. The sea of ​​fire, the roar of the spread of all directions.

This flame is extremely hot, and even to some extent, the assimilated monks can be burned to ash, but obviously they have the power of the tree to resist, but the impact of the sea and the arc is not small.

In particular, there are several assimilation monks, which are completely hit by the arc and the blast, either broken into ash, or burned out, difficult to recover, it is completely dead!

This sharpness is beyond the pre-war power of Wang Baole. It can be said that the repair of the true peaks makes Wang Baole increase the power of the technique too much, and the same amount of release can be ascended. At this moment, the flash arc is unfolding. After the explosion, there are more clouds and volleys.

At the same time, Zhao Yameng's tactics blessings also came at this moment, causing Wang Baole to appear a line of French silk around him, moving with his body, shining on the one hand has protective effect, on the other hand, it also has lethality.

As for Zhuo Yifan, the body is weak at the moment, but he also bites his teeth to control Lingbao. On the side, he assists Zhao Yameng and kills the assimilated monks who rushed from the side. With the cooperation of the three, the loud noise in the tree hole echoes and kills. Amazing, fierce.

"Give me death!" Wang Baole whispered, directly punched out, set off the tide, the power of the flesh broke out completely, and the head of an assimilated monk bursted open, and the flames appeared in the left hand, and the body burned away. After stepping forward, he suddenly lowered his head and avoided the leaf flying sword from the three assimilated monks. When they jumped up, three self-detonating beads were thrown out.

In the roaring, after the three assimilated monks who had sneaked down, Wang Baole was about to burn them into ash, but suddenly the body was slightly sideways, and the right hand was lifted and grabbed directly behind him, and suddenly he was killed behind him. An assimilated monk, squeezed his neck and squeezed it.

Then, among the waves, several flying swords roared and went straight to Zhuo Yifan. When they approached, they suddenly burst open, causing Zhuo Yifan to be surrounded by several assimilated monks who were about to rush.

Resolving the crisis of Zhuo Yifan, Wang Baole did not stop, shot again, his figure, like a tiger, into the wolves, but even if Wang Baole repairs, but there are limits, and these assimilated monks, even if It was quickly divided and restored under the connection of that branch. This kind of fighting, the two sides simply did not stand on the same balance.

Even if there are some under his powerful killing, it can be erased and destroyed, but after all, the number is small, compared with these hundreds of monks, occupy less than 20%.

After all, although Wang Baole has been repaired as a breakthrough, there is a limit to the spiritual power. The consumption of flash arc and blast is much greater.

So soon, Wang Baole began to pant here, only to continue to retreat, and Zhuo Yifan was also exhausted in the weak, do not rush, the leaves that were morphed by the three pieces of law directly penetrated the chest, spurting blood, In the body backwards, the vitality is withering, and there is no power to fight again under the bitterness. It falls to the side and looks at Wang Baole, who is still in a fierce battle. His mind is blank.

It seems to have thought of his childhood, thinking of the family's cold father and cold brother, as well as the spiritual hometown, Wang Baole standing in front of him.

Gradually, there was a little blur in front of me, and it seemed that all the roaring and fighting sounds were gradually going away.

As for Zhao Yameng, although she is still insisting, her body is constantly shaking, and she can see that her spiritual power is almost exhausted, and her silk thread has a great effect on Wang Baole, so she can’t hold it anymore. Still, I still insist on my teeth.

It’s just that there is no Zhuo Yifan’s trap. Even if Wang Baole is strong, he still can’t take care of it. There are always people who shuttle around and kill Zhao Yameng.

Seeing this scene, Wang Baole is anxious inside. His magic weapon has been exhausted. At this moment, there is no protection that can be applied. It can only be reversed and blocked. At this time, he is also suffering from asthma, and there are a series of leaves flying swords on the body. wound.

Light and heavy, the most serious is a tearing wound that forms a leaf that penetrates its right leg.

"Bao Le, Ya Meng, you said ... the Taoist hospital received the news, can they come..." Zhuo Yifan seems to have forgotten that this is the battlefield, the light in the eyes has become bleak, muttering, just in In its bleak eyes, there is a hint of red awning at this moment, which is slowly condensing.

Zhao Yameng is silent, using his own almost exhausted spiritual power to continue to maintain the array, but it can't last long. Soon, under the blast of leaves of dozens of illusions, Zhao Yameng spurts blood and repairs the body thoroughly. Exhausted, the surrounding array disappeared directly. Her body seemed to have lost all her strength. She barely supported the side of the tree wall, biting her lips, and no **** face. Only in the depths of the eyes, there were struggles that outsiders could not see. For some choice, hesitating.

"Whenever you hold on, the Taoyuan will surely come!!" Wang Baole saw that Zhuo Yifan had reached the moment of dying, and quickly opened his mouth, and suddenly retreated. When they came near, they took the right hand of the glove and slammed it up, directly exploding the tide. The power of the assimilation monks who rushed to Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng went backwards.

Looking at the lost power of Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng, looking at the seemingly indefatigable, many assimilated monks who are still coming, Wang Baole is bitter, and the bottom of his heart is also rising desperate. He himself does not know whether the Taoist hospital received the sound. .

But at this moment, in his desperate meaning, the moment of rising, suddenly... his mind came out for the first time, in the black mask, the cool voice that Miss Sister made him familiar.

"Wang Baole, I am not afraid, I will pass you on, once this is unpredictable, and you can change the world and kill everything!"

This voice with a trace of pride, echoed in Wang Baole's mind, he heard some suspiciousness, it is really too overbearing, let Wang Baole feel that some are not reliable, can ponder the Miss sister so far, except for the scabbard Some exaggeration is said, it seems that other words have not been pitted, especially the golden body she once said, and they have been refined according to their methods.

This kind of kind, let him raise his confidence and quickly ask in his heart.

"What?"

"You listen to it well... Mingzhi, the way to prison the heavens, the sentient beings need to cross the arbitrarily, leave the deep prison and obey, and worship the truth!"

"Go, let's go, kill this little sapling!" Miss Sister sneaked openly.

Hearing this passage, Wang Baole’s body, heart and spirit are all shocked. There seems to be a kind of induction in the darkness. It seems that this verse is earth-shattering. Once it is said, it will completely change its life! !