A World Worth Protecting

  In the second world, Wang Baole, who was galloping in the air, suddenly raised his head and looked towards the sky, a feeling of heart palpitations spreading strongly in his body.

  Although the sky does not seem to have changed at this moment, although there are fluctuations and cracks, this is caused by the pressure of himself and the emperor spirits who are chasing behind him.

  But the palpitations were so strong that Wang Baole's eyes narrowed, and his cultivation was running in his eyes. In an instant, the sky he saw was a little different.

  There seemed to be a storm in the sky, and it was falling from the sky. After carefully feeling it, Wang Baole's eyes shrank suddenly, and he felt the storm coming, which was actually like a big hand.

   And the coercion radiating from it, even he felt extremely terrifying.

  "This is not the power of the fifth step!" Wang Baole instantly came to mind the legend that he had heard about this world from the great elder who separated from happiness.

  In the legend, above the son of god, there is a protector of the law.

  This protector, guarding the sleeping god...

   "This breath makes me feel terrible, and has a faint sense of familiarity, but it is different from the feeling that the emperor gave me, so it can only be... the protector!"

"Cultivation is in the sixth step of the guardian..." Wang Baole sighed in his heart, but he did not regret his previous decision, the acquisition of the Taoism, in his judgment, he must have a better integration into this world. Great help.

  And at this moment, he didn't have time to think too much, his body was instantly blurred, and a long river of years appeared in front of him in an instant, his figure directly stepped in without hesitation.

  The law of the outside world, once used here, will cause suppression, but it is still being pursued at this moment, so for Wang Baole, there is not much difference.

  In an instant, as his figure stepped into the long river of time, his body instantly disappeared. In the next moment, in different times, Wang Baole's figure continued to flash forward in this second world.

The cultivation bases of those emperor spirits are different from him, and they can only win by simply relying on numbers. Therefore, when Wang Baole does not fight with him, does not slay the pieces, but escapes at full speed, the drawbacks of these emperor spirits are natural. Revealed.

  They cannot catch up with Wang Baole.

  In this way, with the help of the flickering of the long river of time, after more than ten breaths, Wang Baole has completely thrown away those emperor spirits.

  But... from the first world, the big hand of the black-robed man made up of storms ignores time. No matter how Wang Baole travels in this long river of time, it actually exists.

   exists in every time, and it still keeps coming.

  Until Wang Baole spent dozens of time in Hanoi, his complexion became gloomy, and he looked up to the sky, and saw the big hand formed by the storm, which had completely appeared in form, and grabbed him towards him.

   "Although it is the sixth step, but you want to suppress me with one hand?" Wang Baole originally didn't want to confront him, exposing too many external laws, which made him feel uneasy instinctively.

But right now, this palm is attached to the bones and it is chasing after it. If you continue to escape, it is meaningless. If you want to hide again, you must cut this big hand and collapse, so that you can use the gap of the opponent to perform magical powers again. Hidden qualifications.

Thinking of this, Wang Baole showed decisiveness in his eyes, no longer fleeing, but at the moment that big hand came, the battle intent broke out in his eyes, and the eight-pole path in his body was fully expanded. Between his hands, the silver ingot phantom, the shadow of tears, and the fairy fire The body of the runes and the stele suddenly appeared.

Every statue is earth-shattering, but Wang Baole is useless for the origin of wood. In this source space, he is very restrained against wood power. Although one of the five elements is missing, as Wang Baole’s life and death yin and yang are opened, with the power of dying, he is very restrained. The eruption of and the illusion of a majestic shadow that seems to step on the sky bridge but not the sky bridge, the combat power gathered on Wang Baole has reached an astonishing level.

   is based on this, pulling the power of the universe, forming its own network of rules, and gathering together, directly forming a huge figure that is as high as the sky.

  This figure is the Taoist body of Wang Baole.

  At the moment that the palm of his hand grabbed it, Wang Baole’s Dao body formed by Wan Dao directly hit the big hand with a punch!

  This punch slapped his strength as the fifth step, causing the River of Time to collapse against the current. After touching the palm of the storm, the River of Time could not bear it, and it exploded directly.

  Blasted together, as well as the palm of the storm and Wang Baole's Taoist body.

  The three parties, at the same time, exploded together.

With the roar, as Wang Baole’s body collapsed, as the palm of the storm was shattered, and over time, countless pieces disappeared. In the first world, the black-robed man sitting cross-legged on the parrot statue, eyes There was a flash of red light inside, and the body also stood up directly from the sitting position, leaned forward and faced downwards.

Almost at the same time he leaned forward, in the long river of time shattered by countless pieces, within one of them, Wang Baole's figure flashed by, separated from the long river of time, and appeared in the present, another one located in the second world. position.

  It is very far away from the mountains before him.

  After appearing, Wang Baole's face was pale, but his eyes were calm, he quickly turned the law of happiness in his body to the extreme, filling every corner of his body, covering his own external laws.

   But even so, the sense of crisis that came to this sky still lingered, so he didn't hesitate to directly take out the Dao Seed of the Law of Desire, press it directly on the center of his forehead, and integrate it into his body.

  As he blended in, his body seemed to erupt and roar like a sky thunder, but Wang Baole's expression did not change at all. After a flash, he immediately escaped into the depths of the earth under his feet.

In the depths of the earth, in the mud, Wang Baole sat cross-legged and motionless, as if buried in the soil, all the aura in the body was condensed, while not revealing the slightest, the two rules of joy and hearing in the body seemed incompatible, and began a struggle. .

  And their struggles also completely covered the traces of the external laws in Wang Baole's body, making his traces to be cleverly erased.

  If the storm palm was always locked, even if Wang Baole did this step, it would still be difficult to completely cut off the trace, but the broken palm of his hand caused a fault in his locked state.

  This is the opportunity Wang Baole created for herself.

   And right here in his body, when the two laws of joy and listening were fighting with each other, a huge face slowly emerged in the sky of the second world.

  This face is full of majesty, his eyes are red, indifferent and ruthless, but at the same time it contains a storm. It is obviously very contradictory, but on his face, there is not the slightest disharmony.

  As it appeared, in the entire second world, all the strong, all were shaken, looking up from various places, staring at the face of the sky in awe, and then bowing deeply.

  Wang Baole, who is in a hidden state, cannot look at this face. For the strong, seeing is cause and effect, so he doesn't know what the other person looks like.

   But in the bottom of his heart, he has an answer faintly.

  "My dream, what I entered...is it his dream, the guardian of the gods...the Great Emperor Xuanchen."

  On the sky, the face that emerged was absolutely...the Great Emperor Xuanchen.