Chapter 635

At the same time, many monks in the Tao palace noticed the upheaval here, and rushed from all around. Although they were not too close, the shock and disbelief in their expressions, as well as their heavy breathing, were still transmitted to Wang Baole's ears.

"Baole, you..."

"Wang Baole, what are you doing!!"

In this breath, there were bursts of exclamations. Wang Baole didn't look back, but he heard the voices of Lord Xu and Zhao Yameng. At this moment, in silence, he looked at the weak Feng qiuran, slowly narrowed his eyes, raised his right hand like a thunderbolt, and suddenly a pointing wind burst out, like a sharp sword, instantly penetrating Feng qiuran's eyebrows.

Feng qiuran's body shook, his eyes widened, bitter and complicated. He took a deep look at Wang Baole and died!

"Is it broken..." looking at Feng qiuran's body, Wang Baole mumbled and turned his head. What he could see was the friars of the surrounding Daogong and the Federation, who were shocked and unbelievable in their eyes.

"Wang Baole, you are crazy!!"

"Baole!!"

"He killed elder Feng qiuran!!"

The uproar broke out in a flash. In the crowd, some people were confused, some trembled, and some were crazy. Seeing that all this was about to be suppressed, Lord Xu suddenly broke out in cultivation and suddenly shouted.

"The federal friar obeys and guards the elder wangbaole. Let's leave here!"

As Lord Xu's words echoed, those panicked federal monks shook their bodies one after another. Although their faces were complex, they quickly followed Lord Xu and went straight to Wang Baole to guard him.

However, the monks of Dao palace were also crazy. How could they agree to stop it immediately? Immediately, under this friction, the two sides inevitably began to fight. Soon, the fight spread, and the sound was startling. In the distance, the figure of Yuanying monks of Dao Palace also came quickly with surprise and anger.

"Baole, no matter what happens, I believe you have reason to do so. Now is not the time to consider this. Go to the transmission array quickly. We are going to leave here and return to the Federation!" Lord Xu was anxious and shouted at Wang Baole. Zhao Yameng and Confucius were even paler, but they quickly approached Wang Baole.

After arriving at Wang Baole's side, he grabbed Feng qiuran, who was staring at Feng qiuran's body blankly at the moment, and quickly flew towards the transmission array.

The sound of fighting, hissing, the light of magic and the roar suddenly broke out in this palace. When it spread around, Wang Baole was guarded by Zhao Yameng and others in silence. He saw that he was about to get close to the transmission array, but at this time, Wang Baole suddenly stopped and muttered

"I believe..."

"What are you talking about? Baole, please enter the transmission array!" Zhao Yameng was anxious and pulled Wang Baole to enter the transmission array, but she didn't pull it. When she looked back in a daze, she saw Wang Baole who was originally at a loss. At this moment, her eyes disappeared at a loss, revealing a strong firmness!

"I said, I believe in my little sister, my own judgment and my intuition!" Wang Baole whispered. Because he had the experience of nether dream and had studied it at the beginning, he knew very well that if this was really a dream or a fantasy, then if he wanted to crack it, he needed to find the source of the dream or the source of the fantasy.

Only by finding the source and destroying it, everything can be cracked, and the research in the dark dream made him know that often this kind of source is on living objects.

So the first thing he thought of was Feng qiuran. As a person he was familiar with and had the highest cultivation, there was a great possibility that she had the source, but with her death, everything here remained unchanged.

"I'm right... I just didn't find the right source! Because everything here is really terrible, and what is needed to do this is... Gather everyone's memory. Only in this way can I talk with people here seamlessly!"

"Then, the memory of all people, including me and others, is the foundation of this dream, but after all... It is only memory, because it is not a real person, so even with the memory of ontology, it will not have the logic and instinct of ontology." Wangbaole suddenly turned his head sideways and looked anxiously at Zhao Yameng.

"Yameng, with your understanding of the transmission array, help me calculate. If the number of federal friars transmitted back is assumed to be a prime number, plus the individual and overall strength of federal friars, as well as the blocking determination of Taoist friars, how many times should we transmit and how many times should we distribute in order to achieve the maximum? Is there any way to let more federal friars transmit back? At the same time, tell me the prime number you imagine, What is it? "

Wang Baole suddenly opened his mouth. As the words came out, Zhao Yameng was stunned for a moment. There was a panic in the depths of his eyes, and he quickly opened his mouth.

"When is it? What are you doing, Baole? Fast forward the transmission array!!"

"Ya Meng, can you calculate it?" Wang Baole stared at Zhao Yameng and said softly.

"Baole, the most important thing for us now is to leave..." Confucius on the side also anxiously spread words. Before the words were finished, Wang Baole sighed lightly. He saw Zhao Yameng's panic flashed in his eyes, and he had the answer in his heart. His right hand was raised for a flash. In a flash, Zhao Yameng's body suddenly trembled, and a blood mark appeared on his neck. The blood was spewing out. She looked at Wang Baole blankly and fell down.

This scene immediately shocked Kong Dao. He was breathless and took a few steps back. His expression was blank with disbelief. He looked at Wang Baole stunned. It seemed that Wang Baole at this moment made him feel extremely strange.

"Kong Dao, let's call you Kong Dao. Can you do me a favor and attack that person secretly?" Wang Baole said, casually pointing to a Taoist temple jiedan monk who was fighting with people in the distance.

"I..." Confucius took a few steps backward, his breath was unstable, and even he didn't notice it. At the moment, the panic was very obvious. All this made Wang Baole suddenly relieved.

"Fortunately, they are all fake." At the same time, Wang Baole waved his right hand, and suddenly the sword light shone. A penetrating wound appeared on the chest of the hole. As the body fell, Wang Baole murmured.

"Haven't you broken it yet? The source... Is neither in Feng qiuran nor in the human body close to me. Then... Where will it be?" Wangbaole stood beside the transmission array, an unspeakable agitation and crisis made him realize that if he didn't break everything as soon as possible, maybe... There was no chance.

So he glanced over the fighting crowd, saw Zhuo Yifan, Li Yi, Jin doming, and finally, Wang Baole's eyes fell on the top of the mountain... On the ancient hyacinth tree!

At the moment of seeing the tree, Wang Baole's body suddenly shook. He smelled the strange fragrance of flowers again. He had a strong feeling. It seemed that there was a voice at the bottom of his heart trying to shout to him that the source... Was the tree!

Without any hesitation, Wang Baole suddenly flashed and went straight to the ancient hyacinth tree, but at the moment he rushed away, everyone around, whether Lord Xu or Zhuo Yifan, whether federal friars or disciples of the Taoist temple, turned their heads together in an instant, all looking directly at Wang Baole, rushed out at the same time, and wanted to stop!

But it's too late!

Wang Baole's candle seizes the emperor's armor, and his body's cultivation rises in an all-round way. Daozi's arm emits an unprecedented breath of divine soldiers, which fluctuates wildly, making Wang Baole in midair seem to be perfectly integrated with divine soldiers, like a meteor, directly chopped on the ancient hyacinth tree.

With one chop and fall, with a shrill roar echoing, with the tremor and collapse of the ancient hyacinth tree, the world roared, and the world changed greatly. All the Taoist palaces and federal monks have become virtual shadows, which dissipated like being erased. At the moment, the sea of fire around the Taoist palaces also collapsed, as if a veil had been raised by the storm in the collapse, revealing the earth composed of countless corpses in all directions!

In the distance, the blood and water converged into a river, rolling and flowing to an invisible end, and the islands that originally existed also showed their true faces after the veil was lifted!

That is a mountain peak piled up by countless corpses everywhere!!

On this earth, on this corpse mountain, looking around, there are countless red giant flowers, some in full bloom, some not in full bloom, but the familiar strange aroma pervades the whole world

At this moment, the sky also changed greatly. It was no longer the sky of the Taoist palace, but there was a huge sun. But a closer look showed that the so-called sun was actually the illusion of a huge and incomparable beast corpse, emitting a seemingly bright light that could fall on the body, but it made people feel the faint light of death in their hearts.

This is not the vast Daogong!!

Here is the warship of Weiyang clan!!