Chapter 207

At the moment when hundreds of assimilation monks appeared, on the ground at the top of the tree hole, in the center surrounded by hundreds of trees, the surface of the dry and cracked little tree gradually revealed a middle-aged face.

Its expression is distorted, as if it is suffering from some unspeakable pain. If you look carefully, you can see that the cracks on its trunk are spreading a little bit, faintly, with streamers inside, slowly flowing.

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

But compared with its painful expression, its eyes were calm. At this moment, looking at the direction of the ethereal Taoist temple, there was a murmur echoing.

"Still pass it on... Although I don't want to, since the result is already like this, then... It's necessary to make a good plan. After all, the two of them have succeeded successively, and I must succeed here... As for the three little bugs in my body, they are fragile and destroyed."

While the little tree whispered, in the tree hole below it, at the moment, with Wang Baole's sudden rush out, his body broke out, and clouds rose under his feet.

This cloud is the exclusive magic method of the third layer of the ethereal skill. As soon as this method is released, his speed will be blessed again, like an arrow flying away.

Even outside his body, there are clouds. This is the fourth level of cloud ethereal skill, called cloud body!

As for the fifth level of magic, Wang Baole has just been promoted, and it is too late to master it. At the moment, his body is like a cloud, whistling close to those assimilating monks.

At the moment of approaching, Wang Baole raised his right hand, and an arc lightning burst out rapidly. The arc lightning reached the peak of Zhenxi with his cultivation, and its power was too much stronger than before. At the moment, it was shining, dazzling, and went straight to those coming assimilation monks.

During the shuttle, a series of electric arcs were aroused. From a distance, it was like a small sea of thunder in the tree cave, which was amazing!

The roaring sound immediately spread all over the four directions. Wherever this flash arc passed, the assimilation Friar's body trembled, and many of them exploded directly. At the same time, the flame explosion was also displayed in Wang Baole's hands, turning into a sea of fire beyond the previous one, and the roar spread everywhere.

The flame is extremely hot, and even to some extent, it can burn those assimilated monks to ashes, but obviously they have the power of trees and can resist, but the sea of fire and electric arc still have a great impact on them.

In particular, several assimilative monks were completely hit by electric arc and flame explosion, which either broke into ash, or burned up, and it was difficult to recover. It was a complete death!

This sharp degree is beyond Wang Baole's previous combat power. It can be said that the peak cultivation of Zhenxi has increased Wang Baole's power in magic by too much, and the number that can also be released has also increased sharply. At this moment, after the flash arc and flame explosion, there are more cloud fingers, which burst out.

At the same time, Zhao Yameng's array blessing also came at this moment, making Wang Baole surrounded by array silk threads, which moved with his body. On the one hand, it has the effect of protection, on the other hand, it also has lethality.

As for Zhuo Yifan, although he was weak at the moment, he also gritted his teeth to control Lingbao, and assisted Zhao Yameng to kill the assimilation monk who rushed from the side. With the cooperation of the three people, there was a huge echo in the tree cave for a moment, and the killing intention was amazing and intense.

"Die!" Wang Baole roared, directly punched out, set off the tide, and the physical force erupted in an all-round way. He directly broke the head of an assimilation friar, and with his left hand pinching the Jue, the flame appeared and burned away. After his body took a step forward and walked out, he suddenly bowed his head to avoid the leaf flying sword from the joint hands of the three assimilation friars, jumped up, and three self exploding beads were thrown out suddenly.

In the roar, after collapsing the three assimilation monks who sneaked in, Wang Baole was about to go over and burn them to ashes, but suddenly his body was slightly sideways, his right hand was raised, and he grabbed them hard directly behind him. Immediately, he pinched the neck of an assimilation monk who was killed behind him.

Then, while waving, several flying swords roared away, went straight to Zhuo Yifan, and suddenly burst open after approaching, making several assimilation monks who were about to pounce on Zhuo Yifan's side, their bodies shocked and retreated.

After resolving Zhuo Yifan's crisis, Wang Baole didn't stop and shot again. His figure was like a tiger, and he entered the wolves. But even if Wang Baole's cultivation improved, there was always a limit, and these assimilated monks, even if they were torn apart, soon recovered under the connection of branches. This kind of fighting method, both sides were not on the same balance at all.

Even if some of them can be erased and destroyed by his powerful attack, the number is small after all, accounting for less than 20% compared with these hundreds of monks.

After all, although Wang Baole's cultivation has made a breakthrough, his spiritual power also has limits, and the consumption of cultivation by flash arc and flame explosion is even greater.

So soon, Wang Baole began to pant here and could only retreat continuously, while Zhuo Yifan was also exhausted in weakness. He didn't hurry to dodge. The leaves transformed by the three magic methods directly penetrated his chest and spurted blood. His vitality was withering in his body's retreat. He had no strength to fight again under the bitterness, and fell to one side. Looking at Wang Baole who was still fighting, his mind was blank.

It seems that I think of my childhood, the cold father and cold brother in the family, and the back of Wang Baole standing in front of him in Lingxi township.

Gradually, there was some blur in front of me, as if all the roar and fighting sound were gradually going away.

As for Zhao Yameng, although she was still holding on, her body was constantly shaking, and it could be seen that her spiritual power was almost exhausted, and her array silk thread had a great blessing on Wang Baole, so even if she was almost unable to hold on, she still gritted her teeth and insisted.

But without Zhuo Yifan's patching up, Wang Baole, no matter how strong he is, still can't take care of all aspects. There are always people who shuttle around him and kill Zhao Yameng.

Seeing this scene, Wang Baole was anxious. His magic weapon had been used up. At the moment, he had no protection to play, and could only step back to block it. At this time, his asthma intensified, and there were wounds cut by leaves and flying swords on his body.

There are light and heavy, and the most serious is a tear like wound formed by a leaf penetrating his right leg.

"Baole, Yameng, say... Has the Taoist temple received the news, can they come..." Zhuo Yifan seems to forget that this is a battlefield, and the light in his eyes has faded, murmuring, but in his dim eyes, there is a faint red light at the moment, which is slowly condensing.

Zhao Yameng kept silent and continued to maintain the array with his almost exhausted spiritual power, but he couldn't hold on for long. Soon, under the bombardment of dozens of magic magic leaves, Zhao Yameng spewed blood, and her internal cultivation was completely exhausted. The array around her directly disappeared. Her body seemed to have lost all her strength, reluctantly holding the tree wall on one side, biting her lips, and her face was bloodless, but there was a struggle invisible to outsiders in the depths of her eyes, Seems to be hesitating about a certain choice.

"If you hold on, the Taoist temple will surely come!!" Seeing that Zhuo Yifan was dying, Wang Baole quickly opened his mouth and suddenly stepped back. When they were close, his right hand with a fist suddenly lifted up, directly breaking out the force of the tide, making the assimilative monks who rushed to Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng step back one after another.

Looking at Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng who had lost their combat power, and looking at the many assimilation monks who seemed tireless around, Wang Baole was bitter, and his heart also rose to despair. He didn't know whether the Taoist Academy had received a message.

But at this time, in the moment of his despair, suddenly... In his mind, for the first time, came the familiar cold voice of his little sister in the black mask.

"Wang Baole, don't be afraid. I pass you a sutra. This sutra is unpredictable. Reading it can lead to changes in heaven and earth and kill everything!"

This voice, with a trace of pride, echoed in Wang Baole's mind. After hearing it, he was a little suspicious. It was really this sentence that was too overbearing, which made Wang Baole vaguely feel a little unreliable. But it was thought that up to now, except for the exaggeration of the scabbard, it seemed that other words had not deceived him, especially the golden body she had once said, and he had refined it in his own way.

This kind of seed raised his confidence and hurriedly asked in his heart.

"What Sutra?"

"Listen carefully... Inscriptions, imprison the way of heaven, and all sentient beings need to go through countless robberies. Leave the deep prison for a persistent thought and receive it to practice truth!"

"Go ahead, follow this sutra and kill this little sapling!" The little sister spoke proudly.

Hearing this Scripture, Wang Baole's body, heart and God all shook violently. It seemed that there was an induction in the dark, as if this scripture was earth shattering. Once it was said, it would completely change his life!!