"A mere mid-planetary period, even if you have a Taoist star, it is impossible to smash me into pieces!" The fingers that were pinched by Wang Baole's right hand roared, and even emitted black light, as if they wanted to resist with all their strength.

"If you don't sink into your previous life, then don't sink into it, I..." The voice inside your finger was still speaking. Obviously, he was sure that even if he was trapped, Wang Baole was in a dilemma.

Because at this time the traction light is about to stop and before entering, there is really no chance. It is wasted once, and it is equivalent to losing the qualification for the final tenth life.

So he decided that once Wang Baole could not destroy himself immediately, he would definitely let him go. In this way, although his sneak attack failed, his losses were almost gone, and his own body had now sunk into his previous life, one had risen and the other had gone down, and he would not be damaged in the end.

He even thought about it. Wang Baole was too insidious. Since that was the case, he simply tried not to be distracted and to harass the other party so that he could not sink into his previous life. In fact, it would be enough to just hold on for more than ten breaths.

"Why are you losing!" Finger's thoughts and all the abacus were well played, but he still miscalculated a little!

That is... Wang Baole's gains in his previous life were beyond imagination and too amazing!

So no matter how the owner of this finger is distracted, it is fundamentally wrong!

The next moment, with the ridicule in Wang Baole's eyes, he pinched the power of his body suddenly unfolded and exploded in an extremely terrifying posture.

A black hole was even formed, causing the surrounding fog to be pulled and shrinking some range. In the midst of the terrifying roar of the terrifying power, the finger didn't even react, and just thumped it and was slammed by Wang Baole!

As he collapsed, a shrill sound came, and the shattered fog spread out along the crack of Wang Baole's right finger, as if he wanted to gather, but when Wang Baole opened and sucked, the fog had no power to resist and was swallowed directly by Wang Baole!

This kind of devouring is not the magical power of the Nightmare Art, but a physical magical power of Wang Baole's Torture God Clan in his previous life, devouring its nutrients and turning it into stronger physical power.

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

"Come and not go, isn't it a polite way!" As he said that, he stretched out his right hand, revealing the palm stained with his blood, and the small sword that half pierced into the flesh in his palm.

This palm was stained with the cause and effect of killing the black fog fingers, and even increased the connection with his own blood. All of this was under Wang Baole's calculation. At this moment, his eyes were lit, and the rune mark on his eyebrows was flickering strangely, and he spoke lightly.

"Flame Spirit Curse!"

As soon as he spoke, the small sword that pierced into his palm suddenly shone brightly, flew out in an instant, turned into a ball of flame, shuttled through the formation, headed straight into the white mist in front, and disappeared in an instant.

The Flame Spirit Curse, as the basic method of the strongest curse of the Flame Ancestor, has mastered the small success of Wang Baole. He can curse the enemy through this method. Whether it is cause and effect or blood, it makes the curse extremely strong. It is blessed on the small sword, giving it the power of locking. Almost instantly, the small sword appeared directly in an area like teleporting in the fog!

In this area, there was a young man sitting cross-legged. This young man was... the seventeenth Taoist son of the Seventh Spiritual Path. He looked confused. He was obviously in his previous life. He had no idea about the arrival of the little sword. In an instant, the little sword came straight to his eyebrows!

But this person is a powerful person who has been relied on his life and practiced again. The protection around him is amazing. Even stars can resist it. However... Wang Baole's flame spirit curse is not within this range. It is a curse of causal locking, which is a magical power that directly acts on the soul, and has the blessing of killing cause and effect and blood. So the small sword hit the protection around the seventeenth son in an instant.

With the roar, the small sword collapsed, but the curse contained in it penetrated everything and exploded directly on the seventeenth Taoist son of the Seventeenth Spirit Path.

With the explosion, the seventeen sons' bodies shook violently and spewed out a mouthful of blood. For a moment, there were signs of awakening. However, his foundation was too deep. If it were someone else, he would probably be directly knocked out of his previous life at this moment, but he still forced himself to withstand it with his deep foundation and did not wake up from his previous life.

Even so... the consequences he suffered were equally strong. Not only was he injured himself, but the biggest consequence was reflected in his previous life's perception. In his previous life, this blow was like a storm, causing his consciousness to collapse by 90%.

Even with the solid foundation, I still barely stayed in my previous life's insights, but whether it is integration or the gains from this insight will be greatly reduced, and one ten will not be left alone!

As for Wang Baole, it is indeed in line with the distraction of these seventeen Taoists. The previous ones have increased and decreased. While he was seriously traumatized, Wang Baole also gave up resistance in the last time when the traction light was about to disappear, causing himself to sink into the perception of his previous life.

As the surroundings rotated, as the body seemed to sink, as the vortex rotated, Wang Baole's consciousness dissipated again.

When his consciousness regained, he still forgot who he was and everything, and stood blankly on a hill not far away, looking at a figure with only about five feet in his body, thin and green hair, like a monkey, but with both feet, opening his mouth towards the top.

Such figures are everywhere, and everyone is surrounded by them, and there seems to be no rules. Some are standing, some are sitting, and some are eating.

The figure in Wang Baole's eyes looked above... there was a dragon chaise that looked very luxurious but did not match the surrounding environment. On the dragon chaise, there were figures with larger heads and black hair hanging down all over the body. The figure was closed with eyes, but there was a rich dead air on its body, covering the four sides.

"Master, the old demon Li Ling bullies people too much. He has captured many of our corpse friends during this period and constantly refining our corpse oil. This behavior is so conscientious. Please make the decision for us!!"

The black-haired figure sitting on the dragon throne was motionless, as if pondering. Seeing this, in Wang Baole's confusion, the green-haired standing there reporting pointed at Wang Baole.

"Master, you can't hesitate. Look at Hui San, he turned into our corpse tribe. After a few months of awakening, he was caught some time ago and refined three barrels of corpse oil. If we hadn't saved it in time, we would have become corpses!"

As his words came out, Wang Baole noticed that there were many green hairs around him and looked at him. Even the black hair sitting above swept away his dim gaze.

As the eyes 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 palms and most of his body that were obviously thinner than others.

Although his size is the same as other green hair, his hair is lighter, his body looks like a skeleton, and he even feels weak at this moment, making him feel as if he is standing and about to faint.

It was also when I saw these memories that came to his mind.

He didn't know what the name of this universe was. He only knew that he was just an ordinary mortal, without talent, without wealth, and even without a wife. Until he died in pain in a plague, his body seemed to be burned, but for some reason, he was still preserved. After waking up, he was already on this mountain, and was told by the seemingly ferocious figures around him that he was like them, and from then on, he was all zombies!

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

This is the judgment of strength and weakness of being a zombie. According to evolution and practice, he has different strengths and has different strengths. Now he is not even considered a green hair. As for the leader of this mountain, he is a black zombie!
Chapter completed!