A World Worth Protecting

   Gazing at Chen Qingzi, Wang Baole was silent.

Everyone has his own way, and others have no right and no right to stop, whether it is seeking a way or being martyred, for monks, especially for monks at their level, this...is the pursuit and goal of life .

  In the end, you have to take this step, to look at the starry sky outside, to see the real world, to feel what I have cultivated over the years, and to know...what is the way I am after!

  Wang Baole also felt complicated in this regard, but in the end, a thousand words were only turned into a light sigh.

"Little Junior Brother, can you call me another senior brother?" Seeing the fluctuations in Wang Baole's heart, Chen Qingzi smiled slightly, very gentle, he knew that this time he walked out, the result is unknown, maybe... for sure.

  He has no fear or regret about this, only...some regret, it seems that he has not heard the name that makes him feel warm and feels meaningful for a long time.

  Since the moment the master fell, their fellowship has been split.

  He has never said this sentence, but at this moment, he really wants to hear the words elder brother again before leaving.

  Wang Baole opened his mouth, but these two words seemed to be stuck in his throat. In the end, he chose to be silent, but he raised his right hand and slapped his brow fiercely.

   Under this shot, his body trembles with a bang, and the stars seem to be shaking as the surrounding ghost energy fluctuates. The breath of Wang Baole's body also burst out in the tremor.

As the eruption broke out, the shadows of previous lives appeared directly behind him, first the earth-shattering of the Fire God Clan, then the breath of zombies, then the magic blade, the resentment repair, until the shadow of the little white deer, these previous lives The shadow stands behind Wang Baole, standing between the heavens and the earth, and the momentum becomes more terrifying and powerful.

  Each statue seems to contain infinite momentum.

  Every path seems to tear the void of the sky and suppress all directions.

With the improvement of Wang Baole’s cultivation base and the deepening of his five elements, the shadow of his previous life has also been leaped. At this moment, in this explosion that shakes the sky and shakes the starry sky, Wang Baole raised his hands and slowly moved in front of him. Namaste.

   His movements were slow, as if what he had to do was also very difficult for him, but his hands were extremely firm, and gradually as his hands approached, the shadows of the previous life behind him slowly overlapped each other.

  Until Wang Baole's hands were completely touched together, all the shadows of the previous life behind him were all merged together, and amidst the chaos, they evolved into...black wooden boards!

  Unlike the black wooden boards that have appeared before, the body that has been shown by Wang Baole many times is the shadow of illusion, only this time...not illusion!

  It is real!

  It’s just that, obviously, even if Wang Baole’s cultivation is good now, he still can’t reveal the complete black wood board. Therefore, only 10% of the black wood board that appears is real, and the other 90% are still illusory.

With the emergence of the black plank, even if only 10% of it is true, in an instant, a surging weather erupted, and the spread was so large that the entire stone tablet world was trembling. It was also shocked with a solemn expression.

  There is also the forbidden area of ​​the Moon Star Sect. On the cliff in front of the waterfall, sitting cross-legged there like the ancestor of the Moon Star Sect for a long time, he also opened his eyes at the moment and looked at the stars.

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"Time is coming..." In the murmur of the ancestor of the Moon Star Sect, the aura behind Wang Baole was more majestic, as if his whole person turned into a source, causing the stone tablet realm to continue to vibrate, and all beings An inexplicable meaning of worship emerged in my heart.

  Chen Qingzi was the first to bear the brunt, as strong as him, he actually stepped back a few steps, with a sharp light in his eyes, while staring at Wang Baole, he also looked at the black wooden board.

  He knew the origins of his younger brother, but even so, after seeing it with his own eyes, his mind fluctuated strongly, faintly, and he guessed what Wang Baole wanted to do, his expression suddenly complicated.

  "Little brother, you..."

However, before he could finish his words, Wang Baole's folded hands were already loosened, and his right hand suddenly lifted up to the black wooden board formed behind him. Ten percent of his real place was pressed. There was no words, just forehead. The green veins have already bulged, and they broke off!

With a thud, Wang Baole broke a small part of the black plank in that 10% area, and he broke off a finger-sized piece of wood!

  On the whole, there is only one of the hundred black wooden boards, but because of its extremely high personality, even if it is just one, it is also a shocking treasure.

As for the black plank, the external force cannot destroy it. Only by itself... can it break by itself, and the impact of the break is naturally not small, so in the next moment, Wang Baole's aura also fluctuates violently and his complexion is also Pale.

  However, this effect is not permanent, and it has the power to regenerate, so after giving Wang Baole a certain amount of time or chance, it is still possible to recover.

   Holding this wooden stick at this moment, Wang Baole didn't hesitate. After looking up at Chen Qingzi, he suddenly threw it out, making the wooden stick go straight to Chen Qingzi.

  This is the only thing Wang Baole can do. He can't just watch Chen Qingzi go through the air like this. He can feel the danger here, so he sent out a piece of his own black wood.

  The biggest effect of this thing is the suppression of air luck, and this suppression...If it is used on oneself, it can make the soul seem to be suppressed, but in fact it is protected.

  So... even if it fails in the end, maybe... the existence of this point can also cause the spirit to collapse, but the true spirit is still there, and there is a possibility of reincarnation.

   Chen Qingzi waved, did not pick it up, but rolled the wooden stick back in front of Wang Baole.

  "Little brother, I don’t want this thing!"

  "Not to you, but to lend you, remember... to pay me back." Wang Baole waved, and the wooden stick flew to Chenqingzi again.

Chen Qingzi was silent, and sighed lightly after a while, took the wooden strip in his hand, and after holding it tightly, he raised his head and gave Wang Baole a deep look before suddenly speaking.

   "Little Junior Brother, after I leave, if one day, the stars turn into blood..."

   "That means, I failed."

   "The blood-colored starry sky is transformed by my Dao blood, and there will also be a ray of my divine sense in it. You can feel it. There is something I want to say to you in that divine sense."

   "Little brother, goodbye."

  "Little brother, there is life and death in the stele world, just like yin and yang, everything in the world is roughly like this, there is light, there is darkness... You know Master, why only accept me and you as disciples..."

   "Some things, if I succeed, you don't need to bear and know it. If I fail... It's because the brother is incompetent, you have to... go on by yourself."

"Little Junior Brother...bye." Chen Qingzi took a deep look at Wang Baole with his head down, as if he was waiting for something, but after waiting for a few breaths, he didn't wait. Finally, his eyes turned bleak and walked towards nothingness. Go, step by step, the back is bleak, and it's about to disappear.

  "Brother!"

   "Come back alive!" Wang Baole suddenly raised his head and spoke out loudly with the greatest strength of his life.

   Chen Qingzi's body shook. He finally waited for this title. He didn't look back at this moment, but his long laughter echoed. The laughter contained no regrets, persistence, and joy!

  One step, step on the virtual!