A World Worth Protecting

The judgment of the head of the Molong army is very accurate. Wang Baole’s goal is indeed the scope of the Emperor’s territory. He is very clear that with the relationship between Zijin Xindaomen and Zhang Tianjian Xianzong, the other party may have a great possibility of not easily entering. .

After all, the opposition between the two sides, although not to the extent of water and fire, but if they step into their respective scopes, no matter what the reasons, they will be regarded as provocation.

So at the moment when I realized the idea of ​​Wang Baole, the middle-aged female practitioner who pursued with her disciples had a sinister color shining in her eyes. After a cold cry, her right hand raised her hand and squirted a blood from her tongue. .

When the blood was just exported, it immediately squirmed and made a bloody!

This body, whether it is the body or the wings, is bloody, and more fierce. It seems to be born with some kind of will. In the moment of illusion, it rushes out suddenly. It is very fast and can travel through the stars. Lingxian, the extent of real spiritual immortality in a short time.

Almost blink of an eye, this **** color smashed at that amazing speed, picked up the sound of the whistling sound of the soul, and galloped away in the direction of Wang Baole.

In the next moment, Wang Baole, who has moved to a farther starry sky, almost disappeared from his figure, and his face suddenly changed. A strong crisis made him unable to think too much, and the body instantly atomized and spread around. .

It was still a step later. Almost at the moment when his body was atomized, from the starry sky behind him, the blood color appeared suddenly, and there was no pause to directly penetrate from the atomized body.

At the same time of piercing, this **** sputum seems to melt, become blood, and then pollute Wang Bole's four scattered mist, so that the color of the fog has changed, as if to be rendered red!

The sound of the roaring sound broke out at this moment. Wang Baole’s four scattered fogs tumbling rapidly. After gathering in the distance to form a figure, his body trembled and spewed a large mouthful of blood from his life. His face was pale. The position of the chest, there is also a sinister wound, and can not heal!

It can be clearly seen that this kind of wound has spread out countless blood-colored filaments, spreading its whole body, and squirming seems to constantly absorb his vitality, just like a tumor, to make itself eternal!

"Curse?!" Wang Baole looked ugly, immediately controlled the fire to seal it as much as possible, but he could only do this step. He didn't have time to clear the curse. Wang Baole knew that the wound was a curse, and it must be Some sort of positioning, so he did not waste the slightest time, his right hand raised a wave, and suddenly a large number of instruments from his storage bracelet.

These instruments are not federal lawsuits, but Wang Baole’s time in the civilization of the gods. With the research of warships and the refining of parts, each has its own role, and Wang Baole has two habits. One is to leave the back door, and the other is to contain characteristics that can be detonated.

If the number is small, the power is nothing, but he took out thousands of pieces in one breath, and after all igniting the self-destructive spirit, the power is amazing enough.

At the moment when his instruments were detonated, the starry sky ripples behind him suddenly appeared, and a crack appeared out of thin air. When the figure of the head of the ink dragon army was about to step out, its face changed instantly, obviously it was noticed that those instruments were uploaded. Out of the volatility, the right hand lifted up quickly, and when he tried to block, his body quickly retreated.

Just as she blocked and retreated, the roar of the sky suddenly echoed, and the self-destruction of thousands of instruments slid directly around, causing a hurricane-like storm in this area.

In the spread of this storm, Wang Baole was also affected, and once again spurted out the blood of the source of life, but he couldn't stand the teeth, keeping the speed before going away, and it was a move, and it disappeared instantly.

In the third interest that his figure disappeared, from the storm of self-destruction of thousands of instruments, the head of the ink dragon army took his disciples and shunned the sharpness and then slid out. She looked gloomy and showed a touch in her teeth. dignified.

In fact, Wang Baole’s counterattack this time gave her two shocks. One was that after the other party’s curse, she did not seem to be affected too much. She knew that her curse had become bloody, and she contained herself. The blood of the tip of the tongue, and this curse method has a miraculous effect on vitality and flesh and blood. It is a secret method of the planet ancestors of Zijin Xindao. Once it is branded, the spirit fairy will be almost dead!

Another shock is that the other party has not been affected too much, and the reaction speed is almost unbelievable. She is almost in the first time of the **** branding, and she has moved away from the position, but she still encounters the ambush and block of the other party. To make their own pursuit, once again delayed.

"This son must die!" The leader of the ink dragon army has a strong murderous murder. The right hand squatting is to be repositioned accurately with the connection with the **** scorpion. The disciple next to him, the young man who almost died in the hands of Wang Baole, is also He was nervous, he followed all the way, and saw the unsatisfactory chase of the master. He was afraid of Wang Baole at the bottom of his heart. He was afraid of more, especially the next moment. When he noticed that the face of the master was more ugly, it seemed that after the failure of the position, the eyes of the young man And it didn't shrink.

"Seal?" The head of the ink dragon army gritted his teeth and chased it again. Although the precise positioning failed, she could still feel the general direction. At this moment, in the pursuit of the public starry sky near the edge of the palm of the hand, Wang Baole is a good meteor and is screaming.

He was pale, and although the wounds in his body were sealed by the fire, he could not be removed for a moment. The pain caused by the scars caused by it caused Wang Baole to smash his body. This pain can affect the soul to a certain extent. Somehow.

Fortunately, although this road has experienced difficulties, Wang Baole’s speed is still maintained, so now, under this gallop, the area from the palm of the hand, the celestial being, is getting closer and closer, even far away, he has seen the starry sky ahead. There is a light!

This light is white, which seems to divide the starry sky into two regions. It is on the inner edge of this light, and there are dozens of huge incomparable warships!

At the same time, behind these warships, there are still one bubble after another. The number of these bubbles is hundreds. When they are densely spread around, they can see these bubbles, as if there is a small world-like space with monks inside. The figure appears from time to time.

Even behind, there is a colorful bubble with a black beetle like a seal. The black beetle has closed eyes, but there is a horrible pressure. From the inside, the sky is scattered, and the eight sides are suppressed. On the top of the beetle, there is also an old man lying down. At this moment, holding his head with one hand, with a hint of sarcasm, look at the position of Wang Baole!

"The palm of the hand, Xianzong is ranked fifth... the black armor!" Wang Baole looked at the bubbles in the light, and the light flashed through the eyes. Through Dekunzi, he had enough understanding of the Emperor Xianzong. This year of the Jiazi, the boundary of the Emperor’s sect of the sacred sect, was guarded by the Black Army.

The place where he came is also the temporary main camp of the black armor regiment. The light is the boundary. Only the sect of the sect of the sacred sect, or the sect of the sect attached to it, can be smooth. Stepping in, as for outsiders... not allowed!

Seeing the approach, Wang Baole did not relax at the bottom of his heart. Instead, he repaired his teeth and worked faster. After a few dozens of breaths, he heard a loud noise behind him. At the moment when the head of the ink dragon finally recovered, Wang Baole’s body Under the leaps, I stepped directly into the boundary line of the palm of the hand!

At the moment of entering, the identity token of Longnanzi in his storage bracelet shines, seems to be verified and passed smoothly.

For the entry of Wang Baole, the warships of the Black Armor Corps did not react at all. The monks inside, although they all looked down, did not stop it. It seems that for them, all this is a lively event, they will neither Blocking, it won't help.

The head of the Molong army, who can be the new door of Zijin, had to stop in the light, and his face was blue and white. She slammed her head and looked at the old man lying on the beetle in the colorful bubbles behind the black armor.

"Xu Feizidaoyou, an ink dragonfish, how is this life?"

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