Chapter 840

If the noumenon was here, Wang Baole might say no, but now his original Dharma body is almost immune to all poisons. There is nothing in this world that can poison his Dharma body, but its value is so great that I'm afraid few people will be willing to take it out to poison themselves.

So Wang Baole's eyebrows picked up and he immediately laughed. His momentum was very heroic, and he didn't fear life and death, or he didn't know what life and death were.

"Long Nanzi naturally wants to drink the wine of Taoist friends of Kuling!" With that, Wang Baole's body shook, directly turned into a rainbow, rushed to the meteorite layer in front, and passed rapidly among meteorites. Without looking around at those meridian friars who coveted him, he directly shuttled through the five fake immortals and arrived at the meteorite where Taoist Kuling sat.

Without any restraint, after arriving here, Wang Baole simply sat opposite it, picked up the wine glass on the table, looked up and drank it up, regardless of whether the wine was good or not, and praised it.

"Good wine!"

As soon as the words came out, the eyes of the kulingdao man opposite him showed his fine light. He looked at Wang Baole carefully, put down the animal bones in his hands, and no matter whether his hands were greasy, picked up his own wine glass and drank it, and then opened his mouth lightly.

"Long Nanzi, with your false immortal cultivation, you dare to challenge my second Legion. Do you want to die?"

"Just try it?" Wangbaole laughed, picked up the wine pot and poured himself a cup.

"What if you lose?" Taoist Kuling looked as usual and continued to ask.

"I shouldn't lose." Wangbaole drank the wine from the glass and licked his lips. The wine he had previously admired was right, and it really tasted extraordinary.

"What if you win?" Taoist Kuling spoke again.

"After winning, you should naturally prepare to challenge the first Corps." Wang Baole blinked and looked at Taoist Kuling.

Taoist Kuling narrowed his eyes and stared at Wang Baole for a long time, and then suddenly laughed. His right hand slowly lifted up, and his whole body's cultivation suddenly erupted at this moment. The momentum of the middle stage of the spirit fairy immediately spread in all directions. At the same time, the cultivation of the five false immortals around him spread, and there were 100000 meridian legions of friars around him. All this was the case. For a moment, this meteorite area seemed to have a storm across the sky.

From a distance, it seems that a huge vortex has formed here, like a beast's mouth, to completely devour Wang Baole. On Wang Baole's side, there is also a cold flash in his eyes. At this moment, the emperor's armor suddenly appears all over his body. With the operation of the red crystal, the spirit fairy waves burst out, and the more threatening momentum spread out. To a certain extent, although it is not as good as the dead spirit, it gives people the feeling that he can fight with it!

On the one hand, this feeling came from his experience and self-confidence, on the other hand, it was the stellar fire in his body. The confidence formed by all this was immediately clearly perceived by Taoist Kuling. His narrowed eyes showed a fine light. After looking at Wang Baole carefully, his raised right hand was slowly put down.

As it was put down, the cultivation of the friars of the meridian Legion around them dissipated one after another, as did the five false immortals. Until the cultivation of Kuling himself dissipated at this moment, the atmosphere of drawing swords and crossbows around them also disappeared.

This scene flashed a deep light in Wang Bao's eyes, and there was a faint guess in his heart, so he also scattered the emperor's armor, continued to sit there, staring at the dead spirit.

The two men looked at each other across the table. After about three breaths, Taoist Kuling withdrew his eyes and spoke faintly.

"Do you like my wine?"

"Not bad." Wangbaole was thoughtful and said with a smile.

"Wine, here you are. Meridian corps, admit defeat!" Taoist Kuling stood up and looked up at the stars. His voice roared like thunder, as if it was going to spread into the depths of nothingness. After saying that, he laughed, turned around and left the meteorite directly. All the friars and warships of the meridian Legion around him retreated one after another. After flying up one by one, he roared away with Taoist Kuling towards the depths of the meteorite.

Soon, there were no other monks in this area except wangbaole.

"It's a little interesting." Wang Baole sat there, squinted, picked up the wine pot and put it to his mouth. After taking a big sip, his heart was fully aware. In fact, when he came here just now, he had a guess. Then the performance of Taoist Kuling made his heart guess more and more correct.

This guess is... Taoist Kuling doesn't want to fight!

Just like Ling Youxian and the commander of the Fourth Army, they choose to help to a certain extent. Their purpose is to consume other legions. Although the goal is the first legion, it is naturally good to consume the second Legion.

As for Taoist Kuling here, he can become the commander of the army, and in the middle of his spiritual cultivation, he is naturally not a stupid person, and his ambition is obviously not small. Therefore, after he realized Wang Baole's cultivation and combat power, combined with some known news, he finally determined that Wang Baole did indeed have the strength to threaten the Second Corps, and he chose to admit defeat.

Obviously, admitting defeat is not humiliating in his view. His purpose is very simple, not even a conspiracy, but a conspiracy. He wants to see Wang Baole fight with the first corps!!

In this way, for him, even if there is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Compared with obtaining this opportunity, Taoist Kuling didn't care about the temporary win or loss.

"They are all old foxes." After drinking all the wine in the wine pot, Wang Baole got up and left the meteorite layer for a moment, just as he was about to return to his own crack legion, but at the moment when he was about to step into the transmission vortex, Wang Baole stopped and looked sideways at the stars in the distance.

In the moment he looked, there was a roar from the starry sky. He could see that two palms were stretched out from Nothingness as if from another space. He grabbed the nothingness around him and yanked it out. The sound was so loud that a huge gap was torn open.

Exposed in the gap, a huge, extremely tall, black figure, with sharp thorns all over his body, seemed to have extraordinary momentum. His cultivation fluctuated and went straight to the middle of Lingxian, which was... A thought of the first corps!

Behind him, there are nine waves, men and women, each wearing good armor. Although they are not French ships, they can also be blessed with their combat power. These nine waves are false immortals. Their nine people, naturally, are the nine war immortals under the first corps!

In the rear, there are countless warships, boundless, enough to make people tremble after seeing them, not to mention, among these warships, there are five... Dharma warships emitting fairy waves!!

These five French ships made Wang Baole's pupils shrink suddenly.

And... At the end of all this, there is a palace floating, and the people in the palace can't be seen, but the overwhelming breath that is enough to suppress the starry sky and sweep all the immortals from the inside of the palace has explained the identity of the people in the palace.

It is... The first person in the immortal sect, the first commander of the first army, Gu Mo!

"Long Nanzi, I'll give you another chance to join my first army." When Wang Baole's mind shook, a Nianzi opened his mouth faintly, and his voice spread through the cracks in the space to the four sides of the starry sky.

This is not an invitation, but a deterrent. This is not an inquiry, but a warning!

Wang Baole was silent. He didn't care about the nine fake immortals, but the five French ships put a lot of pressure on him, not to mention Gu mo

"Don't talk? Well, this seat gives you another chance. Don't you dislike me? I'm waiting for you to challenge!" A read son squinted and spoke again.

Wang Baole looked up calmly, looked at Nianzi, and then looked at everything in the crack. Without saying a word, he turned and stepped directly into the transmission vortex, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

Until he disappeared, there were some regrets in his eyes. If Wang Baole really challenged him just now, everything would be simple. To some extent, it would be a challenge to the first Corps.

"Well, Ben is not a fool. How can he not see that there is a problem?" A Nianzi murmured, turned to the palace in the distance, paid homage, and then lifted his right hand with a wave, the torn void crack instantly healed, and the starry sky recovered.

At the same time, Wang Baole, who returned to the crack Legion through transmission, stood there silent for a long time, his face was gloomy to the extreme, and his eyes suddenly showed determination. He raised his right hand and took out the contact jade slips given by Xie Haiyang to directly transmit the sound.

"Ocean Taoist friend, if the intelligence you said at the beginning really contains the good fortune that makes me promoted to a fairy, then... I want it!"