The killing aura is extremely mysterious. It seems that after merging Wang Baole's spirit and spirit together, it is integrated with this world, forming a kind of extremely sharp force, as if it wants to kill everything!

This momentum cannot be seen, but if the spiritual consciousness swept through it, you can faintly detect it. There is obviously no obstacle to this area, but the wind cannot blow in and the dust cannot fall here, just as if this area was invisibly blocked and divided from the entire world.

Create your own field!

Of course, with Wang Baole's cultivation level, he could not really do this. Even if by chance, his murderous intent and magic power resonated, it was still difficult to form such a domain-like power. However,... the pig-head mask on his face was definitely not an ordinary thing, so it was formed such a killing situation and the tendency that seemed to kill everything, and more... it was caused by that mask!

Once this momentum breaks out, it will surely shock the sky, make the sky look shining, and make the wind and clouds reverse, forming an irreversible killing situation!

It was indeed like Lieyan talking to himself. He helped Wang Baole once. In fact, this help was not now, but continued since he paid attention to Wang Baole. The key point was that it affected the spiritual awareness of the Weiyang clan old man in the late stage of Lingxian, making him unable to detect this killing disaster in advance, and even making him forget some things that he should not forget.

So... When the huge dark nightmare eye behind Wang Baole transformed into all directions, locked in all directions, the whole person looked extremely strange, and the black dark fire around covered all sides, covering the range, as if it turned into a sea of ​​dark fire, which made him have a breath of death on the basis of strangeness, the seven emotions and six desires flower bloomed even more and more strangely!

Just when it was fully blooming, at the moment when Wang Baole was ready, at the moment when everything he had already accumulated to the extreme... Fourteen feet ahead of him, there was originally an empty space, but in the blink of an eye, it was twisted out of thin air, and the figure of the Weiyang clan's late-stage legion commander of the Lingxian legion of the Weiyang clan directly transformed out of thin air.

First the outline, then the body, and finally clear, he raised his foot and took one step!

The whole process was slow, but in fact it was twisted from the open space until the figure of the Weiyang tribe appeared and took steps. All of this was just a blink of an eye.

The old man from the late Lingxian period Weiyang clan in the late Lingxian period was indeed outstanding. When his body moved and his right foot was lifted and about to fall, his eyes suddenly widened. He first saw something wrong with Wang Baole at this moment. Whether it was the black eyes behind him, the flames containing the power of death around him, and especially the strange flowers on his mask, all of this made the old man from the late Lingxian period Weiyang clan in the late Lingxian period shocked.

What followed was an indescribable sense of crisis. At this moment, a sky burst out, as if the sky had collapsed and smashed down at this moment. The earth collapsed and burst into pieces. The heaven and earth formed a squeeze, like two palms, roaring towards him.

The horror caused by this scene of palpitations immediately made the face of the Weiyang clan old man in the late stage of Lingxian change wildly, which was even more incredible. However, the spiritual sense from his mind made him instinctively leave here in the face of this sudden explosion, and what made him even more uneasy was that he did not notice it in advance at all.

"Someone blinded my spiritual sense, and from beginning to end, I didn't even think of the curse contained in the mask of the Adventist!!"

All these things made him feel an indescribable life and death crisis. His heart suddenly retreated with trembling, but it was still too late. Just as the figure of the old man in the late stage of Lingxian appeared, the cold light in Wang Baole's eyes exploded directly with the strange flowers on his mask!

"Nighty eyes, hurt!" Wang Baole roared lowly, and as soon as his words came out, the color of heaven and earth changed, and the wind and clouds were shattered. The huge black eyes behind him were originally just a gap, but now... the moment Wang Baole's words were heard, they were all opened!

As it opened, an invisible roar rose up to the sky. The pupils in the huge black eyes reflected the figure of the old man in the late stage of Lingxian. At this moment, in the heart of the old man in the late stage of Lingxian, there seemed to be a loud roar of 100,000 thunders exploded at the same time, and it exploded directly.

As his body trembled violently, he was shocked to find that his body... was surrounded by invisible forces at this moment, as if it was frozen in place, and could not move at all!

And that's not all!!

What made him even more tremble was that his body was bound by the first battle with Wang Baole. Although his right palm, which had collapsed, had a strong stinging pain at this moment, as if... had re-induced the injury he suppressed.

This is not the function of the Nightmare Eye Art, but the Nightmare Eye Gaze forms a bond, which is a magic that acts on the entire body of the enemy. Therefore, under the permeation of this full body magic, some injuries that are suppressed or not healed will naturally appear!

"Damn it!" The face of the old man from the Weiyang clan in the late stage of the Spirit Immortal changed. His cultivation level exploded at this moment and he was about to struggle. It was really his feeling that the already strong life and death crisis became even stronger at this moment, making his uneasy to the extreme.

Although this kind of solidification was only a moment for him, after all, the difference between their cultivation was too big, but... Wang Baole had already fought all this time. While he growled, the huge nightmare eye opened behind him directly appeared in blood, as if he had exploded in the extreme, overdrawing everything to turn into the method of solidification and bondage in front of him!

So just as the old man from Weiyang tribe in the late stage of Lingxian was about to struggle, Wang Baole did not hesitate at all, raised his right hand and pointed it again.

"Mysterious Fire, Gesturing Poison!"

As soon as the words came out, the black sea of ​​fire spreading around it instantly rose up, surrounding the old man of the Weiyang tribe in the late stage of the Lingxian, directly forming a flame storm. From a distance, it seemed as if the flame contained a fire dragon. It contained death in the roar, as if the dark fire that could burn all life exploded with a bang!

The power of the underworld fire is limited by Wang Baole's cultivation, so its power cannot threaten the lives of late-stage spiritual immortal cultivators. However, the aura contained in it is the key. This aura represents the ultimate death. Although it is not the same as the poison contained in the four daggers obtained by Wang Baole, it also incorporates a hint of dark fire in the mind of Wang Baole.

So at this moment, with the outbreak of the Nether Fire, it directly triggered the body of the old man in the late stage of the Spirit Immortal, which was forcibly suppressed...toxins!!

As the poison of the dagger exploded and lost control, the old man from the Weiyang tribe in the late stage of Lingxian suddenly appeared in his body. These black silks seemed to have life. While emerging on his skin, they were still wandering and spreading. Wherever they passed, the flesh and blood rotted instantly, as if they were connected to each other to form a poisonous talisman!

"Not good!!" The face of the old man from the late stage of the Spirit Immortal, his face changed unprecedentedly at this moment, and the sense of crisis reached an indescribable level. It seemed as if all the flesh and blood in his body were screaming at this moment, reminding him anxiously to escape quickly, otherwise... he would be in danger of falling!!

This threat is not the stinging pain from the right hand, nor the corrosion from the body's poisonous hair, but... the pig head in front of him that was 10,000 times, the blood-colored flower that appeared on the mask on his face!

"I'm not willing to give up!" The old man from the Weiyang tribe in the late stage of the Lingxian roared wildly. While his body struggled, his second head, the third head, and the other four arms all broke out and were forced to show his true body!!

But still... useless!

"Curse!" Wang Baole suddenly looked up, his eyes showed cruelty, and he roared out the key magical power of this killing game!!

As his words came out, the blood-colored flowers on his mask collapsed and turned into countless blood-colored filaments. At an indescribable speed, they appeared directly in front of the late Lingxian old man, condensed into flowers again and imprinted on... his face!
Chapter completed!