At the moment when hundreds of assimilation monks appeared, on the ground at the top of the tree cave, a middle-aged face gradually appeared on the surface of the dry and cracked tree.

Its expression was distorted, as if it was suffering some indescribable pain. If you look closely, you can see the cracks in its torso spreading little by little, faintly, with streaming light, slowly flowing.

Obviously, although this spread is related to Wang Baole's devour, it is not all. At this moment, it seems to be undergoing a transformation!

But compared with its painful expression, its purpose was calm. At this moment, looking at the direction of Piaomiao Taoist Court, there was a murmuring sound echoing.

"Do you still pass it on... Although you don't want to do this, since the result is like this, then... you need to plan it carefully. After all, they have succeeded one after another, and I must succeed here... As for the three little bugs in my body, they are fragile and destroyed."

While the little tree was whispering, in the tree hole below, Wang Baole suddenly rushed out, his murderous intent burst out, and clouds rose under his feet.

This cloud and mist is the exclusive technique of the third level of Piaomiao Technique. As soon as this method was released, his speed was immediately blessed, like an arrow leaving the string, galloping away.

Even outside his body, there was also clouds and mist. This is the fourth level of the Cloud Mist Effusement Achievement, called Yun Mist Body!

As for the fifth level of magic, Wang Baole had just been promoted and had no time to master it. At this moment, his body was like clouds and mist, and he was already close to those assimilated monks in a whistling manner.

As he approached, Wang Baole raised his right hand and an arc lightning burst out rapidly. As his cultivation reached the peak of his true breath, the arc lightning was much more powerful than before. At this moment, it shone with dazzling light and headed straight for the coming assimilation monks.

During the shuttle, a series of electric arcs aroused. From a distance, it seemed like a small sea of ​​thunder appeared in the tree hole, which was very amazing!

The rumbling sound suddenly spread all over the world. Wherever this flashing arc passed, all the assimilation monks trembled, and many of them exploded directly. At the same time, the flame explosion was also exerted in Wang Baole's hands, turning into a sea of ​​fire that surpassed the previous ones, spreading in all directions under the roar.

The flame was extremely hot, and to some extent, it could even burn the assimilated monks to ashes, but it was obvious that they had the power of a big tree to resist, but the sea of ​​fire and the arc of electricity had a great impact on them.

Especially a few assimilation monks were completely hit by the arc and the flame explosion, either shattered into ashes or burned to death, which was difficult to recover, and were completely dead!

This sharpness exceeds Wang Baole's previous combat power. It can be said that the cultivation level of the peak of the true breath has increased too much in magic, and the number of it can also be released has increased sharply. At this moment, after the flashing arc and flame explosion were unfolded, there was a cloud finger shooting out.

At the same time, Zhao Yameng's formation blessing also came at this moment, causing formation silk threads to appear around Wang Baole, moving with his body. On the one hand, it has a protective effect and on the other hand, it has lethality.

As for Zhuo Yifan, although he was weak at this moment, he also gritted his teeth and controlled the spiritual treasure. He assisted Zhao Yameng on the side and killed the assimilation monk who rushed from the side. With the cooperation of the three, a loud noise echoed in the tree hole, with a shocking murderous intent and extremely fierce.

"Die me!" Wang Baole roared, punched out directly, setting off a tide, and the physical strength exploded in full swing, and directly shattered the head of an assimilated monk. While he was pinching his left hand, the flames appeared and burned away. After his body stepped forward, he suddenly lowered his head to avoid the leaf flying swords from the three assimilated monks. He jumped up and three self-destructive beads were thrown out.

With the roar, after the three assimilation monks who were attacking sneaked down, Wang Baole was about to burn them to ashes, but suddenly his body leaned slightly and raised his right hand and grabbed him hard behind him. He immediately pinched the assimilation monks who came from behind him and pinched them hard.

Then, with a wave of hand, several flying swords roared away, heading straight for Zhuo Yifan, and suddenly exploded when approached, causing several assimilation monks who were about to pounce on Zhuo Yifan to retreat.

After resolving Zhuo Yifan's crisis, Wang Baole did not stop and took action again. His figure was like a tiger, rushing into the wolf pack. However, even if Wang Baole's cultivation level improved, it was ultimately limiting. Even if these assimilated monks were split into pieces, they would soon recover under the connection of branches. The two sides of this battle were not standing on the same balance.

Even if some of them can be erased under his powerful killing, and both body and spirit are destroyed, the number is small after all, and compared with these hundreds of monks, it accounts for less than 20%.

After all, although Wang Baole's cultivation level has broken through, his spiritual power has a limit, and the flashing arc and flame explosion consume a lot of cultivation.

So soon, Wang Baole began to pant and could only retreat continuously. Zhuo Yifan was also exhausted from weakness and was not anxious to dodge. The leaves transformed by three magic tricks directly penetrated his chest and spurted out blood. His body was withering his vitality in his retreat. He lost the power to fight again under the bitterness. He fell aside and looked at Wang Baole who was still fighting fiercely. His mind was blank.

It seemed that he thought of his childhood, the cold father, the cold brother in the family, and the back of Wang Baole standing in front of him in Lingxi Township.

Gradually, my eyes were blurred, as if all the roar and fighting sounds were gradually fading away.

As for Zhao Yameng, although she was still persisting, her body kept trembling, and it was obvious that her spiritual power was almost exhausted. Her formation silk thread had a great effect on Wang Baole's blessing, so even though she could no longer hold on, she still gritted her teeth and persevered.

But without Zhuo Yifan's leak repair, Wang Baole could not take care of himself even if he was strong. There were always people who shuttled around him and rushed towards Zhao Yameng.

Seeing this scene, Wang Baole was anxious. His magic weapon had been exhausted. At this moment, there was no protection that could be used. He could only retreat and block it. At this moment, his breathing was intensified, and wounds were cut by flying swords on his body.

Some are light and some are heavy, and the worst is a torn wound formed by a leaf that penetrates its right leg.

"Baole, Yameng, do you say... have the Taoist court received the news? Can they come..." Zhuo Yifan seemed to have forgotten that this was a battlefield. The light in his eyes had dimmed and he murmured, but in his dim eyes, there seemed to be a faint red light, slowly condensed.

Zhao Yameng remained silent and continued to maintain the formation with her almost exhausted spiritual power, but she couldn't hold on for long. Soon, under the bombardment of dozens of magical leaves, Zhao Yameng spewed out blood, her cultivation level was completely exhausted, and the surrounding formations disappeared directly. Her body seemed to have lost all her strength, barely holding on to the tree wall beside her, biting her lips, her face was not blood-colored, but there was a struggle deep in her eyes that outsiders could not see, as if she was hesitating for a certain choice.

"Yifan holds on, the Taoist temple will definitely come!!" Wang Baole saw that Zhuo Yifan was about to die, and spoke quickly, suddenly retreated, and approached them. His right hand with fists gloves suddenly raised it up, and the tide power burst out, causing the assimilation monks who rushed towards Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng to retreat one after another.

Looking at Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng who had lost their combat power, looking at the many assimilation monks around who seemed tireless and still coming, Wang Baole felt bitter and despair also arose in his heart. He himself didn't know whether the Taoist sect had received a message.

But at this moment, at the moment when his despair arose, suddenly... the cold voice of the young lady in the black mask came to him for the first time.

"Wang Baole, don't be afraid. Once I pass on your sutra, this sutra is unpredictable. The way you recite can lead to changes in the world and kill all things!"

The voice was filled with a hint of pride, echoing in Wang Baole's mind. After hearing this, he was a little suspicious. This sentence was really too domineering, which made Wang Baole feel a little unreliable. But thinking that the young lady had not said anything more than the exaggerated words of the sword sheath so far, it seemed that she had never cheated herself, especially the golden body she had said, which she had made by her own method.

This made him feel confident and asked in his heart.

"What sutra?"

"Listen well... the inscription is to imprison the way of heaven. All beings need to overcome countless kalpas, leave the obsession of the deep prison, and serve it to the practice of cultivation!"

"Go, follow this sutra and kill this sapling!" The young lady spoke proudly while she was downplaying.
Chapter completed!