Chapter 830 Named Disciple?

The time of teleportation is not long, but for every teleportee, this process is very unforgettable. The time and space are elongated, and even one's body seems to be decomposed and turned into countless particles, until finally reborn The feeling of being combined is enough to make everyone feel uncomfortable. At the same time, they can't help but think about it. If there is an accident in this process, after re-condensing, will there be more parts on the body, or less...

Fortunately, the mask given to them by Lieyan Patriarch has very strong teleportation power, so that this situation did not happen. As for Wang Baole, there is no need to worry. His body is originally composed of the original source, and all parts are the same. Even if the limbs are turned upside down, the big deal is to re-transform.

So compared to other people, Wang Baole, who was teleported back at the end, didn't have any pressure in his heart. On the contrary, he was looking forward to this time... How many red crystals can he get!

After all... He directly and indirectly killed too many Weiyang clans this time... At the same time, there was a Lingxian who was at the bottom in the late stage, especially the final Weiyang clan planetary realm, which made Wang Baole even more excited.

"It should be on my head, I've worked so hard." Wang Baole blinked, and after his body was teleported back, he looked around. This place was where all of them were pulled in before the teleportation. A large number of ruins filled the familiar world.

This world of ruins is boundless, revealing the atmosphere of vicissitudes, and the traces of the passage of time, which are clearly revealed in every ruin here.

The starry sky is the sky, and nothingness is the earth. On the countless ruins floating between the starry sky and nothingness, there are already many figures wearing different masks, who have been teleported back a long time ago. When Wang Baole appeared here, when others saw clearly When he took off the pig's head mask on his face, bursts of inhalation sounds came out uncontrollably.

"It's this evil star!"

"I saw with my own eyes that he actually beheaded the late Lingxian Weiyang clan!"

"It turns out that it was him... who made this action an unprecedented change..."

"The collapse of the stars in the back may have something to do with this person. This guy is a source of trouble at first glance. It's better not to provoke him." Because of Wang Baole's relationship, these monks have become much closer to each other under the same hatred.

It's just that this kind of sound transmission, when Wang Baole's eyes swept over them, they stopped involuntarily one by one, and their eyes couldn't help showing awe and fear. Obviously Wang Baole's behavior and killing on that star had already made their hearts feel The depths are horrifying.

Even the three monks in the early stage of Lingxian in the crowd were like this. They didn't show any disrespect to Wang Baole because of their self-cultivation of Lingxian. In fact, they knew very well that no matter what method they used, they could kill a late Lingxian The people themselves represent terror, and they don't think that if they fight with each other, they will have a good chance of winning.

"This... is not only capable of killing the enemy, but can also deceive his own people..." After looking at each other, the three spirit immortals first clasped their fists at Wang Baole.

Wang Baole glanced and saw that there were originally hundreds of descendants, but now there are only more than forty people left. He blinked and felt that this mission was too dangerous. Fortunately, he was lucky. Also dangerous.

After comforting himself, Wang Baole returned the salute to the three spirit fairies, and suddenly saw the bald man with the bull-head mask, and laughed out loud.

"You're still alive."

The bald man's body trembled, the face under the mask was about to cry, he hurriedly saluted Wang Baole tremblingly, shouting loudly.

"Welcome fellow daoist to return. Thanks to the support of fellow daoist for this mission, we were spared. I am so grateful, please accept my respect!"

Seeing such shameless words being uttered by this person, while the other monks here scolded him for being shameless in their hearts, they all clasped their fists and spoke like this one after another.

There is no way, everyone has not returned to their respective places now, if they provoke this evil star here, they are very worried about whether they can go back alive, so it is always right to be respectful to the pig-headed man.

Seeing that everyone welcomes him so much, Wang Baole is also very happy. After laughing, he also nodded to the people around him, exchanging greetings from time to time. Every time he said a word, there would be a lot of cooperation, which made the atmosphere of the chat very different. harmony.

And when everyone teleported back and chatted with Wang Baole in their arms, the collapse of the star they descended before continued. Half of the star had become countless dust, filling the starry sky. From a distance, the star was only The remaining half, like a crescent moon, reveals a sense of incompleteness, while its collapse is still slowly continuing.

Perhaps, it will take quite a while before the collapse of this star will be completely over. At that time, there will be no more stars in the starry sky.

Such a matter, even for the huge Weiyang clan, is not a trivial matter. Although it is also not a major event, it is enough to attract the attention of some high-level officials. After all, a legion has been lost, and the leader of the planetary legion is seriously injured. The head and the stars it occupied at the same time were also shattered.

So a series of investigations and deductions started immediately, and soon caused a certain degree of sensation. At the same time, after watching the whole process at Lie Yan Patriarch's place, he had to admit that his previous missions, even if All together, it is not as amazing as Wang Baole's performance this time.

"It's a talent!" Patriarch Lie Yan spat out the fruit core, squinted slightly and looked at the light curtain in front of him. In that light curtain, it was the ruins where Wang Baole and others were.

After he pondered for a short while, he raised his right hand and pointed at the light curtain in front of him. Ripples appeared on the light curtain immediately, and within the ripples, a trace of God's thoughts from Patriarch Lie Yan radiated out and directly merged into the ripples.

The next moment, everyone in the ruins who were harmoniously communicating with each other was suddenly shocked, even Wang Baole was like this, feeling the arrival of a vast force.

When they looked at it, everyone including him saw a flame descending from the sky, paused in the air above the crowd, and gathered into a figure of flame. The figure could not be seen clearly, but it contained a monstrous coercion. People just look at it, and their eyes will sting, and their minds will roar.

Wang Baole breathed shortly, and when he quickly lowered his head, he heard the vicissitudes of life from the flame figure in the sky.

"That's right, now according to your performance, there will be red crystals to give."

As the flame figure's words spread, numbers appeared on the masks on the faces of more than forty people here. The observation function contained in this mask can calculate the corresponding gains immediately after they return, so Wang Baole hurriedly Feel yourself in the numbers here.

"Thirteen thousand red crystals?" Wang Baole blinked, feeling that it was a bit small. Although the materials he bought from Xie Haiyang only cost 300 red crystals, he felt that this time he could say that he killed one by himself. The legion, from top to bottom, was almost wiped out by himself.

However, when Wang Baole looked at other people's masks with such disbelief, he suddenly regained his balance.

On the masks of the other monks, the ones with the most numbers...that is, two hundred, are still those three spirits. As for the others, the number is seventy or eighty more, and the number less is single digits.

Added together, it is not enough for his fraction...

"They are too miserable." Wang Baole couldn't help coughing, and those monks who saw their red crystals all wanted to cry without tears. Some of them had participated in such missions many times, and there were at least hundreds of red crystals in the past. Jing's income, but now it's less than ten...

"Get the red crystal, and you can leave." As the figure in the sky waved his hand, a large number of red crystals flew towards the crowd. Blurred, after finally disappearing, only the mask he was wearing remained, flying out of the body that merged into the flame figure in the sky.

"Ah?" Wang Baole felt something was wrong, because he found that everyone around him had left, but he... was still here. Just as he was muttering in his heart, he heard the figure of flames in the sky. , a calm voice.

"Boy, are you willing to be the registered disciple of this old man?"