A World Worth Protecting

"Wang Baole?!"

The fascinating figure, the strange black eyes, all of this immediately made the red scales look great, and the depths of the eyes revealed unbelievable meaning. It is obvious that Wang Baole’s move to break through the red fog exceeded their expectations and surrounded. These countless souls bowed to Wang Baole as if they were seeing the king, but they made them feel incredible, and their hearts were incomprehensible.

Despite this, the four of them were all repairs of the Weiyang people. Even if their minds were shocked, they all looked at each other at the moment, and suddenly broke out, turning into four remnants and going straight to Wang Baole.

In the vicinity, the four did not hesitate, and immediately used their own killer!

There is a gray robe in the hands of the red scales. At the top of the head, there is a gray robe that floats on the top of his head. It is like a person who can't see the body puts on it. It spreads out on the top of his head, and bursts into the breath of death, and rushes to Wang Baole.

The other three trio's killers are different. One person's body overlaps, and a huge black lizard is transformed into the body. This lizard seems to be fused with his body, opening a big mouth and emitting a hurricane. To tear everything.

Another person, with a wave of his hands, directly tore his body, revealing three heads, apparently does not care about the issue of identity exposure, with a strong flesh, to suppress Wang Baole.

The last one is even more bizarre. After a few dozens of incarnations, it has been moved from all directions at high speed. Every body has a blue awn, which seems to be poisonous!

Seeing that the four people came with a murderous murder, Wang Baole raised his right hand with a blank expression, and slammed the four people, suddenly screaming at the souls of each of them, one by one, slamming their heads, making silence, but sharp in the feelings. The embarrassment, not afraid of life and death toward the four people, quickly rushed!

The speed is fast, the number is as much as it seems to form the soul sea, and the four people are directly bombarded. Although they look at each other from the individual, the difference is too large, and the number of the majestic can not really change the strength and weakness, but at least Procrastination, still possible.

In the twinkling of an eye, the undulations fluctuated in the starry sky, and the cold-eyed Wang Baole did not look at the four impenes who were temporarily trapped. At this moment, they stepped out and fell directly to the red fog where Feng Qiuran was located. Press one on the surface of this mist.

Under this press, no matter whether it was drilled into Feng Qiuran's body or not, the soul that did not penetrate into it suddenly trembled in this moment, feeling a will that made them fearful and shrouded in their souls. This will be indifferent and decisive, with only one word.

"roll!"

When this will come out, all the souls of the body will suddenly blow up, and they will be smashed. Even if this red fog has a blockade, it will not be able to withstand so many souls and impact at the same time. In a flash, the whole group of red mist will burst. Open, a large number of souls scattered in the middle, revealing the guilty Feng Qiuran.

After all, Feng Qiuran is a god, even if he has been trapped for a long time, refining and rectifying, he still keeps his mind clear. After seeing and saving his own figure, her eyes shrink and faintly recognize Wang Baole, and she is also involuntarily behind Wang Baole. The closed black eyes are attracted.

At first glance, her whole person's mind has been embarrassed, as if she saw a constantly changing black hole abyss, her own soul seems to have to go away, shocked Feng Qiuran suddenly bite his tongue, this barely recovered. The bottom of my heart is even more awkward. She doesn't know what this black eye is, but she can see that Wang Baole did not provoke the technique of this eye, but without urging, she could make herself lose her heart, then the horror of this black eye It can be imagined.

"Wang Baole, you..."

"Qiu Ran master grandmother, the soul body here can only trap these four gods for a moment, time is not enough for us to leave, can you fight a god?" Wang Baole raised a wave with his right hand and threw out several Dan bottles , slowly open.

His tone is gentle, and under the black eyes and the icy atmosphere behind him, the sound of his thoughts is also like a cold.

"Yes!" After receiving the Dan bottle, Feng Qiuran drank it in a sip. He nodded and looked at the side of his head. He swayed straight to the place where one of the four monks who were trapped was in the siege. Next, kill directly.

Her entrants immediately changed the face of the gods. In a flash, the two men fought and the volatility suddenly spread.

At that moment, the **** who was trapped by the soul, except the one who fought with Feng Qiulan, left three others. Wang Baole’s eyes flashed and he swept over the three trapped gods and stopped at the red scale.

"To speed up the battle..." Wang Baole whispered quietly, taking a step toward the area trapped in the red scales. The moment that this step fell, the red meridians of his body filled the air, forming an emperor directly in the outer surround of his body!

Even if his body becomes slender, this emperor looks no longer so big. It can match the black eyes behind him. The murderous meaning is not reduced. Instead, it is like a demon god. The second step fell, and immediately entered the moment of the red scales, Wang Baole's left hand was also lifted up, directly punched out!

Broken star burst blessing, imperial blessing, star Yuan Ying blessing, and then see the blessing!

The eruption of all this kind of thing, after all the accumulation, eventually surpassed the limit that the Yuanying monk could reach. Even this kind of outbreak is not the body that the Yuanying monk can bear, that is, Wang Baole here, not only the flesh. Strong, and more importantly, there is an emperor to replace the body, which makes him here, can burst out of the full force beyond the Yuan Ying in a big realm!

A fist is a god, not comparable to the beginning, but directly across the beginning, such as the real mid-thunder!

The blow came out, and the look of the red scale changed completely. In the midst of it, he groaned, his hands raised and slammed, and the gray robes on his head appeared directly in front of him, blocking Wang Baole’s fist.

The body of his body is rapidly retreating with this time, while his left hand raises his forehead, which seems to crack his own clothes-like body, causing his own unfamiliar warfare to appear.

His thoughts are very good, his movements are incomparably quick, but it is still late!

Almost at the moment when the gray robes were blocked and the red scales themselves regressed, Wang Baole’s eyes revealed a white awning in the depths of his eyes. In a moment, the eyes of the meditation behind him were at this moment... stunned!

At the moment of opening, the starry sky is shaking, the squares are still, the dust is not moving, the time is not moving, everything does not move, and everything does not move!

The body of the red scale is also among all things. At this moment, it directly stops, as if the connection between the soul and the body has been cut off, and all the thoughts of thinking have been cut off, and waiting for him is under Wang Baole. Avoiding the gray robe, flashing across the red scales, the right hand waving the emperor's sacred armor, the moment is brilliant.

I didn’t have time to resist, I couldn’t get out of the way, I couldn’t get out of the body, and with the broken arm of the gods, everything was over... The blood spurted out, the head flew up, the body of the red scales was dying, and it was instantly withered, all flesh and blood were in an instant. In the middle, he was sucked away by the emperor. In addition, it was his soul. In this moment, he was ingested by the black eyes until Wang Baole’s body, next to the black giant eyes, one more... fist The second closed eye of the size!

"Hey, I am so simple." Wang Baole closed his eyes and felt the sudden improvement of his body in this moment, and his own eyes and eyes, but the fourth heavy but slow but steady climb.

His look is calm, there is no joy or no sorrow, this is the price of cultivation of the eyes, he has no emotions for killing, but there is a lingering desire in the bottom of his heart, driving him to more killing And craving.

"Somewhat awkward, is there any intention to control this? Do you want to control me?" After Wang Baole tasted the cravings of his own heart, he turned to look at the second **** that was trapped. There is a flash of cold in the middle, and I will go out in a flash!