Chapter 730

Shenmu system is a galaxy twice as large as the solar system. There are 23 large planets in it, which revolve around the stars of Shenmu system and seem to rotate forever.

Like the solar system, there is also civilization in the Shenmu system, and the level of this civilization is higher than that of the Federation. Perhaps because the environment is similar to a certain extent, the life of this Shenmu civilization is not much different from that of the Federation human in appearance.

But there are some differences in the internal structure.

On this day, a meteor fell on the main star of the Shenmu civilization, a planet the size of Jupiter in the solar system. Because of the special characteristics of Shenmu, the falling meteor is very common here. Therefore, although there are people who pay attention to the arrival of this meteor, most of them don't care.

Only a few monks, because they are not far away, will raise the idea of exploring the past to see if there are special resources. Therefore, sometimes fighting and looting occur.

Thus, in such a case, the meteor blasted into the earth to form a deep pit. At the same time, there was also a coffin under the impact, which quietly escaped into the depths of the earth, like being buried, motionless.

The coffin is black, like a black iron shape, and there are many Rune marks on it, but... Almost all of these marks are in a damaged state. Even the coffin itself is pockmarked. At the same time, there are thousands of long marks, which seem to have been opened by sharp weapons. There are so many inside, just a little short of penetrating the coffin. From the marks, these marks can completely endanger the coffin, as if at a critical moment, Being interrupted, Shengsheng avoids, otherwise, I'm afraid the coffin would have been torn apart!

Obviously, the coffin experienced an indescribable war, and the intensity of the battle was beyond imagination. Otherwise, with the singularity of the coffin itself, it would never be damaged to such a state.

Even if you look carefully, you can see that there are many dried blood stains on the coffin. The color of these blood stains is not all red. From this, you can simply judge that there are a lot of people involved in the battle.

This coffin... Is exactly from the solar system, which is carried by chenqingzi. Wang Baole... Is in this coffin.

At the moment, with the meteor hitting the ground and the coffin escaping to the ground, the strong vibration from the outside was also transmitted to the inside along the crack on the coffin, and Wang Baole, who was lying inside, suddenly trembled and opened his eyes in his deep sleep.

"Here? I slept soundly this night..." Wang Baole rubbed his eyes, yawned, raised his hand and pushed the lid of the coffin. When he found that it couldn't be pushed, he was surprised and shouted quickly.

"Elder martial brother, are we here?"

After waiting for a while, Wang Baole was even more surprised when he found that there was no response. He quickly patted hard and called again for cultivation cohesion.

"Elder martial brother, are you there?"

"What's the situation, elder martial brother? I gave a response!" Wang Baole's face became increasingly ugly. He kept calling, but there was no feedback outside, which made his heart more and more uneasy.

"Little sister, are you there?" After pondering, Wang Baole didn't take any rash action to open the coffin with a dark fire, but called his little sister from the bottom of his heart.

This is what he left behind before he fell asleep.

But the little sister didn't respond here, which made Wang Baole's eyes narrowed and began to think about it. However, no matter how he thought, he couldn't find any conclusive clues because he fell asleep after stepping into the coffin, and he even couldn't judge whether he had arrived at his destination.

So after pondering, Wang Baole decided to wait first. In this way, under Wang Baole's silent calculation, three days later, his eyes showed a sharp light.

"Nine times out of ten, there was an accident!" There was a fire burning in Wang Bao's eyes. His right hand was raised and placed on the coffin. The connection with the coffin was established in an instant when his body cultivation exploded. But at the moment when he was ready to push the lid of the coffin, a weak voice seemed to be transmitted from nothingness with the help of the coffin and echoed in his mind.

"Baole."

"Senior brother!" Wang Baole's eyes coagulated, stopped the idea of pushing the coffin, and quickly opened his mouth.

"Elder martial brother, what happened? Are you outside?"

"Baole... Got out on the way... I'll take you... Xiaowenming... You wait for me to pick you up... Never go out... The heaven comes... Die... Practice the source method separately... Avoid the heaven for a short time... You can go out..."

The voice was intermittent, and there seemed to be strong interference, which made Chen Qingzi unable to completely convey the words, but Wang Baole still understood the meaning of Chen Qingzi.

"Have an accident? Put me in a small civilization? The way of heaven comes, and the body will die when it goes out? But what source method can you practice separately and go out in a short time?" Wangbaole frowned. He didn't know what kind of accident had happened to chenqingzi, but with chenqingzi's cultivation, he actually needed to store himself elsewhere. It can be seen that this accident... Is absolutely unusual!

At the same time, with chenqingzi's intermittent voice, there came a complete skill. Obviously, chenqingzi's focus was on this skill, and he made every effort to resist interference and ensure the integrity of the skill.

This method is called source illusion. Once practiced, it can change a person's breath and source and incarnate everything.

After carefully analyzing this skill, Wang Baole pondered. It was really that there were several links involving the soul in this skill. As a Mingzi, Wang Baole had checked a large number of ancient books of the Ming sect. He was very clear that many of the techniques, either vicious or deep-seated God control, could not be imposed on others, and he needed to let the other party practice willingly to meet the requirements.

"Is all this true or false... Did the elder martial brother really encounter an accident, or..." it's very important. It's difficult for Wang Baole not to analyze it comprehensively, and this skill also made him silent. He didn't know whether to practice it or not. At the same time, his eyes also fell on the cover inside the coffin. Pushing open the coffin, it's easy for him as long as the fire spreads out.

"Should we practice? Should we push away?"

Sometimes, choice is a very difficult thing, and trust is even more so, especially when it comes to life and death.

At this moment, when Wang Baole is silent here, far away from the Shenmu system, in a more vast galaxy, there is a starry array of more than a thousand small galaxies condensed together!

The skill of this array is huge, which is equivalent to turning into infinite power with the help of thousands of stars, large and small, to suppress everything. Compared with this, what is more exaggerated is the eight cauldrons floating in the eight directions of this galaxy array, which are infinitely separated from each other!

Any cauldron emits vicissitudes and indescribable terrorist waves. It is faintly visible that there is a figure in the cauldron, which seems to be suppressed and eternal refining.

What was suppressed by the array made of thousands of stars and the eight terrorist cauldrons was... Chenqingzi!

At the center of the array, chenqingzi stood there with a gloomy face. There were black lightning around him, roaring from all directions. From a distance, these lightning were as many as iron chains, pervading the whole galaxy.

In front of chenqingzi, there was a man standing impressively. He was wearing gold armor, like the God of war. He was extremely tall, with three heads and six arms, and his momentum was magnificent. Like his breath alone, he could be comparable to this galaxy array!

Even behind him, there are a large number of illusory figures, which are like immortals one by one, emitting terrorist waves. At the same time, against their background, this golden man seems to be a God beyond all!

"Chenqingzi, I know you attach importance to that little guy, so I let you transmit the sound, and only made a slight interference, but you guess... This younger martial brother you attach so much importance to and care about, will you choose not to trust you? I'm looking forward to seeing that scene!" The big man smiled, and tens of thousands of black lightning bolts crisscrossed each other around the words, stretching each other in the roar, forming a scene.

In that picture, it is... The coffin where Wang Baole is!

But it's not internal, only external!

"You said, will you come out later, your little younger martial brother's Noumenon or separation?"

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I wish you all a Happy Mid Autumn Festival, and then tell you in advance that the number of words in this book will not be less than 4million