A World Worth Protecting

At the same time, the monks in the palace also noticed the dramatic changes here, and they came from all around. Although they were not too close, they were shocked and unbelievable in their looks, and the heavy breathing was still introduced. In the ears of Wang Baole.

"Bao Le, you..."

"Wang Baole, what are you doing!!"

In this breath, there was a burst of exclamation, Wang Baole did not look back, but he heard the voices of Xu Zongzhu and Zhao Yameng, and in silence, he looked at the weak Feng Qiuran, slowly narrowed his eyes and raised his right hand. Thunder like a finger, suddenly pointed out that the wind broke out, like a sword, instantly penetrated Feng Qiuran's eyebrows.

Feng Qiuran’s body was shocked, his eyes widened, his bitterness was complicated, and he looked deeply at Wang Baole and died!

"Breaking open..." Looking at Feng Qiuran's body, Wang Baole muttered his head. What he could see was the surrounding palace and the federal monks. Their eyes were unbelievable and unbelievable.

"Wang Baole, you are crazy!!"

"Bao Le!!"

"He killed the elder Feng Qiuran!!"

Suddenly, in a moment, the crowd broke out. In the crowd, some people were stunned. Some people trembled. Some people were crazy. When they saw that everything could not be suppressed, Xu Zongzhu suddenly burst into an explosion and slammed.

"The federal monk is obeying, guarding the elders of Wang Baole, we are leaving here!"

As the words of Xu Zong reverberated, the panicked federal monks, who had a shocked body, had complex faces, but they quickly went to Wang Baole with Xu Zongzhu and wanted to guard them.

However, the monks of the Daogong were also mad, and they could agree and immediately block them. Immediately, the two sides would inevitably launch a fight under this friction. Soon, the fight will spread, and the sound will be shocked and the road will be far away. The figure of Yuan Ying’s monk also came with anger.

"Bao Le, no matter what happened, I believe that you all have reason to do this. Now is not the time to consider this, go to the transmission line, we have to leave here, return to the Federation!" Xu Zongzhu anxious, yelled at Wang Baole, Zhao Yameng and Kong Dao are pale, but they are approaching Wang Baole.

After arriving at Wang Baole, he stood at the moment and looked at the body of Feng Qiuran, and flew toward the transmission array.

The sound of fighting, the sound of cymbals, the light of the technique, and the loud noise of the cymbal suddenly erupted in this palace. When it spread around, Wang Baole was guarded by Zhao Yameng and others in silence, and he was close to the transmission array, but at this time, Wang Baole Stepping hard, whispering

"I believe……"

"What do you say? Baole, you are going to enter the transmission array!!" Zhao Yameng anxious, pulling Wang Baole will go into the transmission array, but did not move, when she turned back, she saw the original sound Wang Baole, at this moment, disappeared in the eyes, showing a strong firm!

"I said, I believe Miss Sister, believe in my own judgment, believe in my instincts!" Wang Baole whispered openly, because of the experience of dreaming, and also studied it at the beginning, so he is very clear, if it is really here Dreamland or fantasy, then if you want to crack, you need to find the source of dreams or the source of the magic.

Only by finding the source and breaking it down, everything can be cracked, and the research in the dream makes him know that often the source of this kind is on the living object.

So the first thing he thought of was Feng Qiuran. As a person who is familiar and the highest, she is very likely to have a source, but with his death, everything remains unchanged.

"I am right... but I haven't found the right source! Because everything here, real and terrible, and what can be done, what is needed is...collecting the memory of everyone, and only in this way can you and me When people talk here, they are seamless!"

"So, including me, including other people, the memory of all people, is the foundation of this dream, but after all... it is just memory, because it is not a real person, so even if there is a memory of the ontology, it will not have the logic of the ontology. Instinct." Wang Baole suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhao Yameng, who was anxiously looking at himself.

"Yamong, with your understanding of the transmission matrix, help me calculate, if the number of federal monks sent back is assumed to be a prime number, then the individual and overall strength of the federal monks, as well as the blocking of the monks of the Taoist palace Determined, we have to transfer several times, we have to make several allocations to achieve the maximum degree. Is there any way to get more federal monks to send back? Also tell me, what is the prime number of your hypothesis?"

Wang Baole suddenly spoke. As the words came out, Zhao Yameng stunned, and there was a panic in the depths of his eyes.

"When is this all the time, what are you doing in Baole, fast forward to the transmission!!"

"Ya Meng, is it good?" Wang Baole stared at Zhao Yameng and said softly.

"Bao Le, the most important thing for us now is to leave..." The tunnel on the side also anxiously spoke words, but the words have not been finished, Wang Baole sighed, and he saw the panic of Zhao Yameng’s flash. There is already an answer in the heart, and the right hand is lifted up and flashes in an instant. In an instant, Zhao Yameng’s body trembles violently, and a blood mark appears on his neck. The blood spurts out. She looks at Wang Baole and falls down.

In this scene, the tunnel was suddenly shocked. He breathed a few steps backwards. His expression was unbelievable and he looked at Wang Baole. It seems that Wang Baole at this moment made him feel unfamiliar.

"Confucius, let me call you a hole, can you do me a favor, go and sneak up on that person." Wang Baole said, casually pointing to a distant monk who was strangled with the people.

"I..." The hole went back a few steps, the breath was unstable, and even if he didn't notice himself, the meaning of panic was very obvious at the moment. All this made Wang Baole suddenly relieved.

"Well, it's all fake." While growing a sigh of relief, Wang Baole waved his right hand, and suddenly the swordsmanship shone, and the chest of the tunnel showed a penetrating wound. With the fall of the body, Wang Baole murmured. Whisper.

"I haven't broken it yet, the source... neither in Feng Qiulan nor in the body of my close, so... where is it?" Wang Baole stood next to the transmission array, an unspeakable irritability and crisis, let him Realize that if you don't break everything as soon as possible, maybe... there is no chance.

So he glanced over the crowd in the fight, saw Zhuo Yifan, saw Li Yi, saw Jin Duoming, until finally, Wang Baole's eyes fell on the top of the mountain... Fengxin ancient tree!

At the moment of seeing this tree, Wang Baole’s body suddenly trembled. He once again smelled the strange floral fragrance. He had a strong feeling in the darkness. It seemed that there was a voice in his heart trying to yell and tell him that the source... This is the tree!

Without any hesitation, Wang Baole suddenly swayed and went straight to the old tree, but at the moment he rushed to it, everyone around him, Xu Zongzhu, Zhuo Yifan, whether it was a federal monk or a disciple of Daogong They turned their heads in an instant, and they all looked straight at Wang Baole and rushed out to stop!

But it’s too late!

Wang Baole’s candle-breaking emperor broke out, and the body was repaired to a full-scale rise. The Taoist arm exudes an unprecedented sense of the gods, and the waves are soaring, making Wang Baole in midair like a perfect fusion of himself and the gods, like a meteor, directly On the ancient tree of Fengxin.

With a slam dunk, with a stern resounding resurgence, with the collapse of Fengxin’s ancient trees, the world roared, the world changed, and all the Taoist palaces and the federal monks became illusory, such as being wiped. Going to dissipate, and the fire around the palace, it also collapsed at this moment, as if a layer of yarn was picked up by the storm in this collapse, revealing the earth composed of countless bodies in all directions!

In the distance, the blood and water gathered into a river, and the end of the rogue flow could not be seen, and the islands that existed in the original were also revealed after the veil was picked up!

It is a mountain that has been piled up by countless corpses! !

On this land, on this corpse, looking at it, there are countless huge red flowers in the red. Some of these corpses are in full bloom, some are not in full bloom, and the familiar scent is full of world

The sky is also at this moment, and it changes greatly. It is no longer the sky of the Taoist palace. Instead, there is a huge sun. You can take a closer look. This so-called sun is actually a huge and incomparable beast. It seems to be bright, but it can fall on the body, but it makes people feel the faint light of death.

Here, it is not the Cangwu Palace! !

Here, it is the Weiyang warship! !