A World Worth Protecting

"I'm anxious!" As soon as Wang Baole rushed into the gray starry sky, his mood became agitated. He was anxious to rush to the senior brother, even he had completely understood at this moment that his previous judgment was correct.

Senior brother Chen Qingzi, deliberately let the news of the splitting moon **** emperor's fall to spread out, not only for fishing, but also to imply that he should come quickly.

"Brother, brother, when you hint next time, can you be more obvious, if it weren't for my cleverness and incomparableness, this time I really can't react." Wang Baole felt happily, as he entered the gray starry sky faster.

He felt that there was a peerless creation waiting for him in front of him, so he wanted to be faster, and hurry up to the brother to receive this big gift package.

"God emperor..." Wang Baole's eyes lit up and couldn't help licking his lips.

"Forgot to ask Master, how many star fields, how many stars, how many planets are there in the body of a **** emperor... There must be a lot of them, maybe they are comparable to a small universe." Wang Baoleyi Thinking of this, I get even more excited. If I change to another person, maybe all I can absorb is the rules of Dao Yun after the death of the God Emperor, so as to realize the opportunity.

But he is different. He is now practising astrology, which is a taboo technique that can turn any star into his own star. Although practicing this technique will bring disasters, Wang Baole is not afraid.

"I suck, I swallow, I order!" Wang Baole became more excited as he thought about it. He felt that this time, maybe he could be promoted to the star realm all at once.

"It's a bit exaggerated...but it shouldn't be a big problem to break through a few small realms." Wang Baole's eyes flashed, and at the moment he galloped, gradually approaching from the edge of the gray starry sky.

It's just that this gray starry sky is too big. Even if he flies in a straight line at Wang Baole's current speed, it may take a long time before he can enter the real core area.

So after flying for a while, Wang Baole's mood also calmed down, knowing that this matter could not be anxious, otherwise, it would be easy for him to have other changes due to his eagerness.

"Take your time, anyway, there are seniors, there are masters, good luck can't run away, and I can't die." Thinking of this, Wang Baole coughed, completely relieved, and his spiritual consciousness spread to observe the surroundings.

In fact, when he flew this way, he also saw some differences here.

The first is people.

There are a lot of monks here, and most of them look mysterious. In this gray starry sky, Wang Baole encountered a lot of them along the way. They all noticed each other from a distance. They dispersed quickly and didn't touch each other, as if they were all rushing in a hurry. And search.

These people are all talents from various clans, looking for good luck here.

"There are so many people, I'm afraid there are dozens of millions..." Wang Baole squinted and saw seven or eight figures passing by in the distance for a moment. Several of them paused after noticing themselves. It seemed to be weighing, and then left quickly.

Then came the sense of rejection and repression. As we deepened into the gray starry sky, this feeling became stronger. In Wang Baole’s feelings, if there is no other way to counteract this repression and rejection, then I must stay here for about five days at most. Going out to fix it.

Because there is not only rejection and suppression, but also... a strong breath of death, which comes with the force of rejection and suppression, and will forcibly blend into the monk's body, erode the soul and body, once it is eroded for a long time , Sure to die!

It's just... this breath of death, if it were changed to other people, it was true. Even some mysterious family sects with restraint can last longer, but they can't be completely offset.

Even if the Weiyang clan is strong, it is difficult to dominate here. It can be said that in the entire Weiyang Dao domain, the only and only... can be here like a fish in water, only... the people of the Mingzong!

Because the rejection and suppression here comes from the formation, but the rich death aura contained in it comes from... the Heavenly Dao of the Mingzong who was revived by Chen Qingzi!

So in a deep moment, Wang Baole blinked when he noticed the death aura permeating his whole body, and his heart immediately became alive. For him, the death aura here was not only harmless, but... there was a certain degree of gain!

Even after he secretly absorbed some, his body's cultivation base became active, and the dark fire in his eyes turned on its own, as if he was cheering, making Wang Baole extremely comfortable all over his body.

"Good place!" Wang Baole lifted his spirits and was about to continue to absorb, but soon his complexion changed and he felt a strong crisis. He saw that in this gray starry sky, there were wisps of green tobacco, as if in illusion and illusion. Between the truth, it was originally pervasive, seeming to be in opposition to death, and cancel each other out.

However, after Wang Baole absorbed the dead air here, there were three or four strands of these cyan cigarettes, whizzing towards him, spreading more fragmentation, and faintly threatening the soul, causing Wang Baole to immediately retreat after detecting it. The looks are also solemn.

"These cyan threads... should be the cyan smoke falling from the Weiyang clan battleship. According to the master, this is... part of the Weiyang Heavenly Dao?"

"Why is it only hostile to me? The other Tianjiao who entered this place were also attacked by death..." Wang Baole stepped back, observed it, and had an answer in his heart. Others were passively attacked, so Weiyang Tiandao I didn't care about it. To a certain extent, it should be considered to help and share.

But I am different here. I am not passively corroding, but actively absorbing. This may be the reason for Weiyang Tiandao's hostility.

There is another reason. Wang Baole feels that it is also related to his practice of astrology.

Wang Baole had a headache. After weighing it up, he felt that he could still fight against three or four strands of words. No matter how much, he would be in danger.

"Give me thirty or fifty strands if you have the ability!" Wang Baole snorted, and chose to give up absorbing the death breath. This made the three or four chasing cyan threads dissipate, and he watched the dense death breath here. Absorption can improve his own cultivation base, and Underworld Fire is more powerful, but he can only watch, and can't breathe with his heart. This feeling made him a little depressed.

"I have to think of a way..." When he was meditating in Wang Bao's place, he walked all the way, and saw that in this gray starry sky, apart from people, other than the breath of heaven, other strange things.

That is... a whirlpool of all sizes!

These whirlpools attracted Wang Baole's attention. In most whirlpools, basically one or several monks were meditating. For others, there were monks of varying numbers competing with each other.

After careful inspection, there was a flash of light in Wang Baole's eyes. He knew the origin of these vortices. There were both strong dead spirits and broken rules of Dao meaning of different strengths and weaknesses.

"The place where the strong fell!" Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and murmured. He didn't know how many vortexes were in the gray starry sky, but he could also judge that these vortexes should all be under the command of the Emperor of Moon Splitting!

Either he was beheaded by the senior brother, or he was killed by the deadly atmosphere here.

"Many legions under a **** emperor..." Wang Baole thought for a while, his body shook, and quickly approached a small whirlpool where seven or eight cultivators competed fiercely with each other.

The speed was so fast that he approached in an instant, raised his right hand with a wave, and suddenly a vigorous roar erupted, falling like a storm around the seven or eight cultivators, causing the seven or eight cultivators to tremble violently, each spewing blood with expressions While looking at Wang Baole in amazement, they all moved backwards quickly, afraid to stay.

Seeing that these people were so worry-free, Wang Baole didn't chase him down, but he got into this small whirlpool as soon as his body shook, and after sitting down cross-legged, he tried to understand.

But the moment he sat down, the insight had not yet begun. The natal scabbard in his body that hadn't moved for a long time suddenly trembled. In an instant, the broken rules of Taoism permeating the small whirlpool came straight to him, and instantly blended in. Its body, got into the scabbard!

The scabbard gleamed even more at this moment, as if eating those broken rules.

"Huh?" Wang Baole was taken aback, just about to check, but his expression suddenly changed in the next instant, because the remaining regular Dao in this whirlpool, after being absorbed by all the moments, seemed like a vacuum, causing a lot of death around him. Qi, if it's just dead Qi, there are more cyan threads that follow.

There are a lot of them, maybe more than forty strands!