A World Worth Protecting

If the body is changed here, Wang Baole may still say the last sentence, but now he is the same as the original Dharma body, not to say that all poisons do not invade. It is not that this world can poison his Dharma body, but it is not without its value. It ’s so big that few people are willing to take it out and poison themselves.

So Wang Baole raised his eyebrows and immediately laughed. He was very imposing, and he was not afraid of life or death, or did not know what life and death looked like.

"Longnanzi's wine is naturally to be drunk!" With that said, Wang Baole's body flickered into Changhong, rushing towards the meteorite layer in front of him, and passing by quickly between blocks of meteorites. The monks of the Meridian Regiment, who were jealous of the sight, directly shuttled the place where the five false immortals were located to the meteorite where the withering Taoist sat.

Without any restraint, after coming here, Wang Baole simply sat opposite him, picked up the wine glass on the case table, drank his head and sipped it, regardless of whether the drink was good or not, he was amazed.

"Good wine!"

As soon as this word came out, the spirit of the withering Taoist on the opposite side showed its brilliance. He carefully looked at Wang Baole's eyes and put down the animal bones in his hands, regardless of whether the hands were oily. After picking up his wine glass, he drank, Opening.

"Long Nanzi, because of your false immortal cultivation, dare to challenge my second army, are you looking for death?"

"Don't you know if you try?" Wang Baole laughed, took the jug and poured himself a glass.

"What if you lose?" The withering Taoist looked as usual, and continued to ask.

"Should not lose." Wang Baole drank the wine glass and licked his lips. This wine was exactly what he admired before, it was really extraordinary.

"What if you win?" Wither said again.

"After winning, naturally you have to be prepared to challenge the First Army." Wang Baole blinked and looked at the withering Taoist.

The withering Taoist narrowed his eyes and stared at Wang Baole for a long while, then suddenly laughed, and slowly raised his right hand. His whole body repaired suddenly broke out at this moment, and the immortal spirit in the middle of the immortal spread in all directions at the same time. Immortality is the same as diffusion, and there are four hundred thousand meridian legionnaires all around, all of which, for a moment, makes this meteorite area seem to have storms and stars.

From a distance, this place seems to form a huge whirlpool, like a beast's mouth, to completely swallow Wang Baole, and Wang Baole's side is also flashing in his eyes. At this moment, the emperor's armor emerges from his body. The operation of the red crystal explodes like a wave of spirits, and it spreads even more aggressively. To a certain extent, although it is not as good as the dead spirit, it feels like it can fight it!

This feeling comes from his previous experience and self-confidence, and from the stellar fire in his body. The confidence formed by all of this was immediately clearly noticed by the withering Taoist. His narrowed eyes revealed the brilliance. After looking carefully at Wang Baole, Zai slowly raised his right hand and let it go slowly.

With the release, the fluctuations of the monks of the Meridian Legion around disappeared, and the five false immortals were the same. It was not until the retreat of the withering spirit himself, that at this moment, the surrounding atmosphere was stretched. , Also disappeared.

In this scene, Wang Baole's eyes flashed a deep shadow, and there was a suspicion in his heart, so he also dispersed the Emperor's armor, and continued to sit there, staring at the dead spirit.

After the two were separated by the case, their eyes looked at about three breaths, and the withering Taoist retracted his eyes and said lightly.

"Do you like my wine?"

"Not bad." Wang Baole thoughtfully, smiling.

"Wine, here you are. The Meridian Army, admit defeat!" The Dawning Taoist stood up, looked up at the starry sky, his voice roared like a thunder, as if he wanted to penetrate into the depths of nothingness. After speaking, he laughed and turned and shook. , Left meteorites directly, all the meridian legionnaires and warships all retreated, after flying up one by one, with the withering Taoist, whistling towards the depths of the meteorite.

Soon, there were no other monks in this area except Wang Baole.

"It's a bit interesting." Wang Baole sat there, narrowed his eyes, took the jug and placed it next to his mouth to drink a big mouth, his heart was completely enlightened. In fact, when he arrived here, he had a faint guess, and then withered. The performance of the spiritual man made the guess in his heart more and more correct.

This guess is ... the dead spirits don't want to fight!

Just like Ling Youxian and the Fourth Army Commander, they choose a certain level of help. The purpose is to consume other legions. Although the target is the First Army Corps, it is naturally good if the Second Army Corps can be consumed.

As for the withering Taoist man, he can become a leader of the army, and he is not a stupid person when he is cultivated as a middle-aged fairy. His ambition is obviously not small, so after he noticed Wang Baole's cultivation as a combat force, he combined some known news. After finally determining that Wang Baole was indeed threatening the strength of the Second Army, he chose to give in.

Obviously, in his opinion, it is not shameful to admit defeat. His purpose is very simple, not even a conspiracy, but a conspiracy. He wants to see Wang Baole fight with the First Army! !!

In this way, for him, even if there is a golden opportunity!

Compared to gaining this opportunity, the lingering Taoist people don't care.

"It's all old foxes." After Wang Baole drank the wine from the jug, he got up and flew away from the meteorite layer, and was about to return to his own split legion, but just as he was about to step into the teleportation vortex, Wang Baole stepped in , Looking sideways to the distant starry sky.

At the moment he looked, there was a roar of noise in the starry sky, and he could see from the nothingness that two palms were stretched out from another space, grabbed the nothingness around him, and dragged outward fiercely, the sound In the sky, a huge gap was torn open.

Inside the gap, there was a huge, black figure with a huge body. This figure was full of sharp thorns and looked extraordinary. It was the idea of ​​the First Army!

Behind him, there are nine stock fluctuations, there are men and women, each wearing a good armor, although not a French ship, but they can also be blessed with their combat power. These nine stock fluctuations are fake immortals. Nine of them are naturally the nine war immortals of the First Army!

In the rear, there are countless battleships, boundless, enough to make people feel shocked after seeing them, not to mention, among these many battleships, there are still five…… French ships that emit waves of fairy spirits! !!

These five French ships made Wang Baole's pupils shrink sharply.

And ... at the end of all this, there is a palace floating, and the people in the palace cannot be seen, but the gusty weather emanating from the inside of the palace is enough to suppress the starry sky and sweep all the spirits, which has explained the people in the palace identity of.

It is ... in the Emperor Xianzong who held the Heavenly Torture, the first person under the ancestor and the first army commander of the Ling Xian great conquest, Gu Mo!

"Long Nanzi, give you another chance to join my first army." When Wang Baole's mind shook, his thoughts faintly opened, and the sound passed through the cracks in the space, spreading in this starry sky.

This is not an invitation, but a deterrent. This is not an inquiry, but a warning!

Wang Baole was silent. For a thought, he didn't care. The nine false immortals were the same. But the five French ships put a lot of pressure on him, not to mention Gu Mo ...

"Don't talk? Yeah, that book gives you another chance. Don't you look at me, and I'll wait for you to challenge me!" One thought narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth again.

Wang Baole looked up calmly, looked at the thought, and looked at everything that was waiting in the crack. Without saying a word, he turned and stepped directly into the teleportation vortex, and the figure disappeared instantly.

Until he disappeared, there was some regret in his mind. If only Wang Baole had come to challenge, then everything would be simple. To some extent, it would be a challenge to the First Army.

"By the way, Ben is not a fool. How can you see no problem?" A thought murmured, turned to the distant palace, worshiped, and then raised his right hand with a wave, the ripped void void, instantly Heal, and the starry sky recovers.

At the same time, Wang Baole, who had returned to the Desolate Legion through teleportation, was gloomy to the extreme at the moment he stepped out, stood there for a long silence, suddenly showed decisiveness, raised his right hand and took out the contact Yu Jian given by Xie Haiyang. Direct transmission.

"Marine friend, the information you said at first, if it really contains me to promote the good fortune of Lingxian, then ... I want it!"