Chapter 693 Immortal God!

"Wang Baole?!"

The monstrous figure and the strange black eyes immediately changed the expressions of the four of Chilin, and there was an unbelievable expression in the depths of their eyes. It was obvious that Wang Baole's move to break through the red mist exceeded their expectations. These countless souls bowed down to Wang Baole as if they were paying respects to the king, which made them even more unimaginable and horrified.

Even so, the four of them are all masters of the Weiyang Clan. Even if their minds were shaken, they all glanced at each other at this moment, and suddenly broke out, turning into four afterimages and heading straight to Wang Baole in an instant.

In this approach, the four of them did not hesitate at all, and immediately used their trump card!

At Chilin's place, at this moment, a gray Taoist robe was transformed into a wave of his hand, floating on top of his head, as if a person who could not see his body was wearing it, spread out on top of his head, exuding a breath of death, and rushed towards Wang Baole.

The killers of the other three people are different. The body of one of them overlapped during the tactic, and a huge black lizard appeared on the body. To tear everything apart.

Another person waved his hands and tore his body open, exposing three heads. Obviously he didn't care about the issue of revealing his identity. With his strong body, he wanted to suppress Wang Baole.

The last one is even more bizarre, it turns into dozens of bodies in a flash, moving at high speed from all directions, every body emits a blue glow, which seems to be highly poisonous!

Seeing the four people roaring towards them with murderous intent, Wang Baole raised his right hand expressionlessly and swung at the four people. Immediately, the kneeling souls in all directions suddenly raised their heads one by one, making a soundless but sharp feeling. Roaring loudly, he rushed towards the four without fear of life and death!

The speed is so fast and the number is so large that it seems to form a sea of ​​souls and directly bombard the four people. Although the difference between them is too large from an individual point of view, and the huge number cannot really change the strength, but at least it can It's okay to procrastinate.

In an instant, bursts of fluctuations reverberated in the starry sky, and Wang Baole, who had a cold expression, didn't even look at the four temporarily trapped spirits. At this moment, he stepped out and landed directly beside the red mist where Feng Qiuran was. Press on the surface of this mist.

With this press, all of the souls in the red mist that had penetrated into Feng Qiuran's body or those that hadn't penetrated trembled violently at this moment, and felt a will that made them terrified and shrouded their souls. , this will is indifferent and decisive, only one word.

"roll!"

As soon as this will came out, all the soul bodies immediately scattered like they were about to be blown up. Even if the red mist was blocked, they couldn't bear the impact of so many soul bodies at the same time. In an instant, the whole mass of red mist exploded completely. Open, a large number of souls scattered, revealing Feng Qiuran who was dying inside.

After all, Feng Qiuran is a psychic. Even after being trapped for a long time, she still maintains a clear mind after refining. After seeing the figure who rescued her, she shrank her eyes and vaguely recognized Wang Baole. Attracted by those closed black eyes.

At a glance, her whole mind was in a trance, as if she saw a black hole abyss that was constantly turning, her own soul seemed to be leaving her body, Feng Qiuran bit her tongue in shock, and then barely recovered She didn't know what those black eyes were, but she could see that Wang Baole didn't activate the eye-sighting technique, and without activating it, he could actually make herself lose his mind. Then the terrifying black eyes , it is conceivable.

"Wang Baole, you..."

"Grandmother Qiuran, the soul body here can only trap these four psychics for a while, there is not enough time for us to leave, can you fight a psychic?" Wang Baole raised his right hand and threw several pill bottles , Open your mouth slowly.

His tone was calm, but under the strange black eyes behind him and his own icy breath, the sound of his divine thoughts also seemed to contain cold air.

"Yes!" Feng Qiuran took the pill bottle, drank it in one gulp, nodded heavily, glanced sideways, and went straight to the place where one of the four psychic monks was trapped. Next, kill directly.

Her attack immediately changed the face of the psychic, and the two of them fought in an instant, and the fluctuations suddenly spread, extremely violent.

At this moment, the Tongshen trapped by the soul body, except for the one who fought with Feng Qiuran, there are three people left. Wang Baole's eyes flashed, and after scanning the three trapped Tongshen, he paused at Chilin.

"We need to fight quickly..." Wang Baole murmured softly, and took a step towards the area where the red scales were trapped. The moment this step fell, the red meridians on his body filled with a bang, and the emperor's armor was directly formed around his body!

Even though his body became slender, the emperor's armor no longer looked so huge, but with the black eyes behind him, the ferocity not only did not decrease, but instead spread out strangely, becoming like a demon god. The second step fell, and the moment he stepped directly beside Chi Lin, Wang Baole's left hand also lifted up, and he punched out directly!

The blessing of Broken Starburst, the blessing of Emperor Armor, the blessing of Star Nascent Soul, and the blessing of Nightmare Art!

All these things, after all the accumulation, finally formed an explosion that instantly surpassed the limit that the Nascent Soul cultivator could achieve, and even this kind of explosion was no longer what the Nascent Soul cultivator's body could bear. Strong, and more importantly, he has the emperor's armor instead of his body, which makes him here, able to explode with a combat power that completely surpasses the realm of Nascent Soul!

One punch to the gods is not comparable to the early stage, but directly surpasses the early stage, like a real mid-stage blow to the gods!

When this blow came out, Chilin's expression changed completely. He roared in horror, raised his hands and waved violently, and the gray Taoist robe on his head appeared directly in front of him, blocking Wang Baole's punch.

And his body used this time to quickly retreat, and at the same time raised his left hand to slap his forehead, as if to split his clothes-like body and make his own Weiyang clan battle body appear.

His idea was good and his actions were extremely quick, but it was still too late!

Almost at the moment when the gray Taoist robe blocked Chilin's back, Wang Baole's eyes revealed a white glow, and the nightmare eyes that were closed behind him suddenly opened... at this moment!

At the moment of opening, the starry sky shakes, all directions are still, the dust is not moving, time is not moving, everything is not moving, and everything is not moving!

Chilin's body is also among all things. At this moment, it stopped immediately, as if the connection between the soul and the body was cut off, and all the ability to think was cut off. What was waiting for him was Wang Baole. Avoiding the gray Taoist robe, and flashing past Chilin, the broken arm of the Emperor Armor Divine Soldier wielding in his right hand was brilliant in an instant.

There was no time to resist, no time to dodge, no time to walk out of Weiyang's body, and with the sweep of the divine soldier's broken arm, everything was over...Blood spurted out, the head was flying, the detached body of the red-scaled corpse withered instantly, and all flesh and blood died in an instant His heart was sucked away by the emperor's armor, and his soul was also absorbed by the black eyes at this moment, until behind Wang Baole, beside the huge black eyes, there was an extra... fist The size of a second closed eye!

"Slashing God, it turns out to be so simple." Wang Baole closed his eyes, feeling the sudden extra cultivation in his body at this moment, as well as his own Nightmare Art, which was slowly but steadily climbing towards the fourth stage.

His expression is calm, neither happy nor sad, this is the price of practicing the Nightmare Art, he has no emotion for killing, but there is a trace of indescribable desire in his heart, pushing him towards more killing And thirsty.

"It's interesting, does this Nightmare Art have its own will? Do you want to control me..." Wang Baole savored the wave of longing in his heart, then turned his head to look at the second psychic who was trapped. There was a flash of coldness in the middle, and he walked out in an instant!