A World Worth Protecting

"In the mid-planetary stage, even if you have a Dao star, it is impossible to crush me!" The fingers pinched by Wang Baole's right hand roared, even emitting black light, as if to resist with all his strength.

"If you don't sink into the previous life, then don't sink into it, I..." The voice in the fingers was still talking. Obviously he was sure. Even if he was in the middle, Wang Baole was still in a dilemma.

Because the light of traction is about to stop at this time, and if you don't enter, there is really no chance. It was wasted once, and it is tantamount to losing the qualification for the final tenth life.

So he settled it. Once Wang Baole couldn't destroy himself immediately, he would definitely let him go. In this way, although his own sneak attack failed, the loss was almost nothing, and his own body has now sunk into the previous life, one dying and the other. After all, he is not damaged.

He even thought that Wang Baole was too insidious. If so, then he would simply try not to be distracted, and to harass the other party so that he could not sink into the previous life. In fact, just insisting on more than ten breaths is enough. .

"Why do you lose!" All the thoughts of the finger, all the abacus, are well played, but he still made a little mistake!

That is... the harvest of Wang Baole in his previous life is beyond imagination and amazing!

Therefore, regardless of the distraction of the finger master, how to calculate it is fundamentally... a big mistake!

In the next instant, following the sarcasm in Wang Baole's eyes, he squeezed the power of the physical body suddenly, bursting out in an extremely terrifying posture.

Even a black hole was formed, causing the surrounding fog to be drawn, shrinking some of its range, and in the monstrous roar of this terrifying power, the finger did not even react, and it slammed and was squeezed by Wang Baole!

Along with the collapse, a stern sound came, and the shattered mist spread along Wang Baole's right finger, as if he wanted to gather, but when Wang Baole opened and inhaled, the mist did not have the slightest resistance. It was swallowed by Wang Baole!

This kind of devouring is not the magical power of Nightmare Eye Art, but a physical magical power of Wang Baole's previous life of the Fire God Race, swallowing its nutrients and turning it into stronger physical power.

After devouring it, Wang Baole flashed a cold light in his eyes and snorted coldly.

"Is it courtesy to come and not go!" As he said, he raised his right hand and stretched out, revealing his blood-stained palm and a small sword half pierced into the flesh in his palm.

This palm is contaminated with the cause and effect of killing the black mist fingers, and it has increased this connection with his own blood. All of this is in Wang Baole’s calculations. At this moment, he has a strange light in his eyes and a rune mark on his eyebrows. 'S flickered and spoke lightly.

"Flaming Spirit Curse!"

As soon as he spoke, the small sword pierced into the palm of his hand suddenly gleamed with light, flew out in a flash, turned into a ball of flame, shuttled through the formation, went straight into the white mist ahead, and disappeared instantly.

The flame curse, as the foundation of the strongest curse of the flame ancestor, has already mastered Xiaocheng Wang Baole. Through this method, he can curse the enemy. Whether it is causality or blood, this curse is strong to the extreme. On the small sword, it possessed the power of locked-in, almost instantly, the small sword appeared as if teleporting in the mist, directly appeared in an area!

In this area, there is a young man sitting cross-legged. This young man is... the seventeenth Daozi of the Seven Spirits Road. His whole person is at a loss. He is obviously in a previous life. He didn't even notice the small sword coming. This little sword came straight to his eyebrows!

But after all, this person is a powerful person who has renewed his life. The protection around him is amazing. Even the stars can resist it. It's just...Wang Baole's flame curse is not within this range. It is cause and effect. The locked curse is the magical power that directly affects the soul, and it also kills the cause and effect and the blessing of blood, so the small sword almost instantly hit the protection around the seventeen.

During the roar, the small sword collapsed, but the curse contained in it, penetrated everything, directly on the seventeenth Daozi of the Seven Spirit Road, and exploded.

With the eruption, these seventeen Daozi's bodies shook wildly, spewing out a large mouthful of blood, and for a moment, there was a sign of awakening in his eyes, but his foundation was too deep. If he changed someone else, he would be beaten out at this moment. In the previous life, he still relied on his deep foundation to forcibly endure, and he did not wake up from the previous life.

Even so...but the consequences he suffered were just as strong. Not only was he injured himself, but the biggest consequence was reflected in his perception of his previous life. In his previous life, this blow was like a monstrous storm that made his consciousness, It collapsed 90% directly.

Even with a solid foundation, I still barely stayed in my previous life perceptions, but whether it is integration or the gains of this time perception, it will be greatly reduced, and there will be no one!

As for Wang Baole’s place, it indeed fits with the seventeen daozi's distractions. As mentioned earlier, while he was severely traumatized here, Wang Baole also gave up in the final time when the light of traction was about to dissipate. After resisting, he sinks into the perception of his previous life.

As the surroundings revolved, as the body seemed to sink, and as the whirlpool turned, Wang Baole's consciousness dissipated again.

When his consciousness was recondensed, he was still the same as before, forgetting who he was and everything, standing blankly on a small hill, looking at a body not far away that was only about five feet away, his whole body was thin and long. The figure with green hair, like a monkey, but standing on two legs, is facing upwards.

Figures like this are everywhere around here. Everyone is surrounded and there seems to be no rules. Some are standing, some are sitting, and some are eating.

And the figure in Wang Baole’s eyes is looking upwards... is a dragon chair that looks luxurious but does not match the surrounding environment. On the dragon chair sits a larger head with black hair hanging down all over the body. The figure, this figure closed its eyes, but there was a strong death air from his body, covering the four directions.

"Lord, the old demon Li Ling deceived people too much. During this period of time, he has arrested many of our corpse friends and constantly refining our corpse oil. This behavior is utterly conscience. Please also ask the lord to call the shots for us! !"

The black hair figure sitting on the dragon chair, motionless, seemed to be groaning. Seeing that, in Wang Baole's daze, the green hair standing there reporting, pointed at Wang Baole.

"Lord, you can't hesitate. Look at Huisan. He turned into a corpse clan waiting for me. A few months after waking up, he was arrested some time ago and refined three barrels of corpse oil. If we didn’t save it in time, I'm afraid it will be a dead body!"

As his words spread, Wang Baole noticed that there were many green hairs around him, and they all looked at him. Even the black hair sitting on it swept away at himself with his dim gaze.

With the gazes gathered around him, Wang Baole looked down at his body blankly. He saw the light green fluff on his body. After instinctively raising his hand, he saw his palm, which was obviously thinner than others, and half of his body. Body.

Although his head is the same as other green hairs, his hair is lighter, his body looks like a skeleton, and even at the moment there is a sense of weakness, which makes him feel as if he is standing and fainting.

It was precisely after seeing these, segments of memories, that came to his mind.

What the name of this universe was, he didn’t know, he only knew that he was just an ordinary mortal, without talent, wealth, or even a daughter-in-law, until his painful death in a plague, the body seemed to be burned. , But for some reason, he still kept it, and after waking up, he was already on this mountain, and was told by the hideous figure beside him that he was just like them, and since then, he is a zombie!

Green, blue, black, gray, white, purple, red!

This is the judgment of the strength of a zombie. He has different strengths according to his evolution and practice to different colors. He is not even a green hair now. As for the leader of this mountain, he is a black stiff!

According to the corpse friends next to him, Wang Baole knew that the lord was a butcher and he was extremely evil, so when everyone looked at it at this moment, especially when the black stiff stared at him, Wang Baole's body couldn't help but tremble.