A World Worth Protecting

Chapter 467 Fellow Daoist, It's Time to Hit the Road!

The skin of this fist is blue, filled with runes that give people a sense of darkness. It seems to come from hell and the underworld. At this moment, it is broken into nothingness. , it seems that only this huge fist and the frightened, pale-faced and desperate-looking...horse-faced cultivator are left! !

This horse-faced cultivator's face was distorted, and with a direct wave of his hands, a jade pendant pierced out from his heavenly spirit. In front of the horse-faced monk, he suddenly transformed into a jade tablet with the size of a hundred feet!

Spread colorful light and block fists!

After all, the horse-faced monk was a Nascent Soul, and he struggled and resisted in the face of a desperate situation. In the blink of an eye, this replaced the fist of the sky, and it hit the jade tablet directly! !

Although the jade tablet is big, it is only relatively speaking. Looking at it from a distance, the jade tablet is not even as good as a needle in front of this fist. It is so fragile that there is no time to show cracks visible to the naked eye. Crash and become fly ash! !

It is really Wang Baole who used the power of the ghost weapon in this ghost weapon. Even though the entire ghost weapon is now more than 90% worn out, this is after all... a high-grade magic weapon! !

Even if there is only a small amount of the power of a top-grade divine weapon, it is enough to crush a Nascent Soul cultivator! !

Theoretically speaking, if Wang Baole's body is large enough to directly remove the ghost weapon, then he can also display such power in the outside world, but this is obviously impossible, unless the ghost weapon has recovered to a certain level and can Freely change the size, otherwise, it is doomed that Wang Baole can only stimulate its destructive power when it is inside the underworld.

At this moment, amidst the roar and the collapse of the jade tablet, the horse-faced cultivator screamed. If it was possible to go back in time, then this horse-faced cultivator would never approach Mars. An irresistible supreme power!

"Senior, calm down... I... I'm just a little Nascent Soul..." The horse-faced cultivator's voice trembled. While begging for mercy, his body backed up at an unabated speed. The pink cloth strips, which are like ribbons, wrap around him, and seem to be out of harmony with him, but at this moment, the horse-faced monk doesn't care about other things, he doesn't want to use this piece, but he owns it Take out the magic weapon with the strongest protection.

As the ribbon spun, bursts of repelling force radiated out, as if repelling all surrounding forces, all breaths, and all approaching objects. At the same time, the horse-faced monk still felt unsafe, biting the tip of his tongue and spitting out a stream of blood. A blood-colored bat was formed in front of him. The bat screamed and opened its wings suddenly. Its figure swelled instantly and turned into a size of several tens of feet, making the wings huge, with the horse-faced monk as the center. , the bat's wings were retracted suddenly, and the horse-faced monk was enveloped.

At the same time, there were dozens of magic weapons of different shapes, all of which were taken out by the horse-faced monk. At this critical moment of life and death, he had already put all his efforts together, and the begging for mercy never stopped.

But all of this was in vain after all, almost at the moment the horse-faced monk retreated, the huge fist collapsed the jade tablet, and then fell down with a majestic crash! !

Those dozens of magic weapons collapsed in an instant, and the blood-colored bat couldn't even make a sound. Whether it was wings or body, it seemed to be wiped away and turned into flesh and blood. It is as if a weak woman meets a strong man whose weight is several times that of her...

In a moment of devastation, the ribbon bent directly and rolled upside down on the horse-faced monk. A force that crushed everything burst out suddenly. From a distance, it seemed that the sky bombarded the earth. There was no trace of the horse-faced monk at all. All traces of existence become fly ash...

After a long while, as the huge fist was slowly raised, it gradually dissipated, flesh and blood became souls, fell to the sea, bones scattered, and piled up into an island!

The first layer of the underground world returned to normal,... Only the storage bag and the ribbon seemed to be pulled up to an open place in the sea of ​​souls, when a hand suddenly stretched out, After grabbing it, a figure in a black robe slowly appeared. There was a lamp oar in front of this figure, and he sat cross-legged on a lone boat. From the lonely boat on this sea of ​​souls, slowly go away.

With Wang Baole's figure gone, in the third floor of the underground world, in the world filled with cities, at this moment the leader of the three alien monks, the big man with a centipede on his face, looked at him with an extremely ugly face. around.

Different from the other two, although the place where the leader is located is the third floor underground, it is sealed in an area less than a hundred feet away. The edge of this area is shrouded in a gray translucent light curtain. No matter how the big man made a move, he couldn't open the light curtain, and he was directly trapped here!

In fact, he was here when he appeared after being swallowed by that ghost head before, and compared to his two subordinates, this big man with a centipede on his face has more experience and experience, he judged almost instantly This didn't trigger the restriction, but that there were enemies who wanted to defeat them one by one, so the power emitted by manipulating the underworld weapon, it was obvious that his two subordinates should be in danger.

After all, if this unknown opponent dares to take the initiative to attack, then he must have a lot of confidence.

"Is it the weapon spirit, or... that damn fat man who is going to be skinned!!" The big man looked gloomy, seemingly calm, but in fact, the anxiety in his heart was already burning like a raging fire, burning his mind, the sense of life and death crisis, It is also emitting from every inch of flesh and blood in his body, as if every cell in his body is screaming to tell him to let him leave as soon as possible!

"Separating the three of us means that there is an existence behind this scene, and they are not sure to deal with the three of us at the same time... And this analysis shows that this person's combat power is limited. If it is that fat man, it means that he does not have enough control over the ghost weapon. , or... this ghost weapon is either broken, or its cultivation level cannot support it!" The centipede man narrowed his eyes, while analyzing, while waiting, when he realized that there was enough time for a stick of incense, no one cared about him here. , he has already confirmed that his two subordinates are indeed in danger.

"Is this going to deal with me in the end..." The big man showed ferocity in his eyes. He knew very well that there was no point in being timid. At the same time, he could become a star thief with the cultivation base of Nascent Soul, which in itself also had nothing to do with his decisiveness and ferocity. There is a great connection.

"Then, I'll just wait!" A sneer appeared on the corner of the big man's mouth. He suppressed the anxiety in his heart and put himself to death. He looked around again, his spiritual sense spread out, and he checked the surroundings. After confirming his arrangement, His heart became more stable.

In fact, ever since he came here, when he found that he couldn't blast away the protection, he decisively started to make heavy arrangements here. Whether it was the formation he carried or some one-time pills and magic weapons, he set up a trap like a trap , pervading the Baizhang area.

At this moment, when he was checking the layout and his heart was slightly at ease, his expression suddenly changed, as if he heard a murmuring voice from the outside world, which gradually became clearer as it floated from a distance.

"When the heaven and the earth part, the cycle of fate stops..."

"If you want to know the cause of the previous life, the recipient in this life is..."

"If you want to know the fruit in the next life, the person who will do it in this life is..."

Hearing this strange whisper like a ballad, the big man's heart couldn't help beating faster, and even his soul became unstable, his eyes were a little blurred, he bit his tongue suddenly in shock, and recovered from the severe pain, breathing quickly and suddenly He raised his head and looked outside the protection, his eyes shrank directly, and from the reflection in his eyes, he could see that the world outside the protection light curtain became pitch black, and at this moment, with the singing of the song, a long river unexpectedly appeared! !

The river merges with the night, but it can be seen clearly, and even if you look carefully, you can see that the river is filled with countless souls, just like the sea of ​​souls on the first layer of the ground, flowing into this place, becoming the river of souls !

If it's just the Soul River, it won't make the big centipede's eyes shrink. There is no doubt that in this Soul River... At this moment, there is a black lone boat slowly approaching!

On the solitary boat, Wang Baole, who was sitting cross-legged, also stood up for the first time. With the lifting of his right hand, the lamp paddle that was always in front of him also rose and fell into his hand.

"Sure enough, you are pretending to be a ghost!!" The centipede man's eyes showed a fierce light, and he gave a low cry, recognizing Wang Baole!

Wang Baole smiled slightly, waved the light oar in his hand casually, imitating the master in Mingmeng, and an erratic voice came out of his mouth.

"Fellow Daoist, it's time to hit the road!"

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