Chapter 865

Just after Wang Baole thought about it and measured his small body, he had to admit that he was a little floating before. The rapid progress of cultivation made him feel invincible.

"It's easy to say that the prohibition of the storage ring itself can be opened with more effort, but the paper man inside... It's too weird." Wang Baole recalled the scene just now, and he couldn't help feeling a little palpitating. He also understood why the planetary friar of Weiyang didn't open the storage ring at the moment of crisis.

Even if it's opened... It doesn't need someone else's hand. The paper man is estimated to be able to kill it.

"In that case, how did the Weiyang planet be obtained and put into the storage bag?" This is like a paradox, which makes Wang Baole full of doubts, but also determines his previous judgment. The items in the storage ring are... Amazing!

"Nine times out of ten, what's in that little bottle is a peerless secret script!" Wang Bao showed an excited and strange light in his eyes. Although he wondered why the words "rich man" appeared in the peerless secret script, he thought it must have a deep meaning.

"Miracles are often born in the ordinary..." Wang Baole has a clear understanding in his heart. This is a sentence in the Autobiography of a senior official. He didn't understand it before. Now Wang Baole feels that his comprehension has improved again.

With this idea, Wang Baole carefully put away the storage ring, but he was still a little worried, and spent his mind on arranging a lot of seals on it. After doing this, his heart was calmer.

"When Dad gets to the planet, he may not be able to deal with the paper man, but there is always a way to bypass the paper man and get something out." Wang Baole snorted. Then he closed his eyes and sat there cross legged, recovering his mind and cultivation.

In this way, with the rapid passage of time, his legion and the fleet of the first Legion rushed into the territory of Zijin new daomen in the starry sky.

Originally, there would be legions stationed and protected at this edge, but now it is empty here, as if the door is open and you can go in and out at will. Even there are residual skill fluctuations around, especially in Wang Baole's divine consciousness, he can feel in the distance... This skill fluctuation is more intense.

This intensity, on the contrary, let Wang Baole feel relieved, because in his perception, this fluctuation is dynamic, not static. The latter indicates that the war has ended, while the former indicates that the war is still continuing.

As long as it continues, it means that their support is not late.

So under Wang Baole's divine order, all the monks, including the grand housekeeper and Ling Youxian, as well as the Legion warships, ran faster and went straight to the main star of the Zijin new daomen.

At the same time, outside the main star of Zijin new Taoist sect, a war similar to ZhangTian Xingxian sect is breaking out, but the situation is better than the previous ZhangTian Xingxian sect. Although the overall strength of Zijin new Taoist sect is still slightly weak, it can barely support, because the main force of Tianling sect is not here, but ZhangTian Xingxian sect.

At the moment, the monks on both sides are waiting for the arrival of reinforcements. It is the right elder of tianlingzong who is fighting with the old ancestor of Xindao. At the beginning of his cultivation of the planet, he is the same as the old ancestor of Xindao. Therefore, although their actions are roaring and shocking all sides, they are deadlocked. Neither of them can do anything but delay each other.

Similarly, the same is true here, so the whole war situation is like a huge meat grinder, each other are anxious, although there are not many deaths, but almost everyone has injuries.

Especially with the passage of time, each other's physical and mental fatigue has been extremely strong, but as long as the reinforcements do not arrive, the war will continue. In addition, tianlingzong can seal the four directions of the new daomen, so that the outside voice cannot enter, and the new daomen can also. Therefore, under the mutual seal, the battlefield seems to be isolated. Unless it comes in person, the outside information cannot be introduced.

This makes the right elder at the moment simply don't know that his palm seat and the left elder have lost in the palm Tianzong. Even in his judgment, the palm Tianzong is afraid to be destroyed now. According to the plan, the palm seat and the left elder are already on the way.

This kind of thinking is not only his own, but also the old ancestor of xindaomen. His inner anxiety is strong. He is waiting for the support of ZhangTian old ancestor, which is his only hope, because in addition to this hope, there is no other choice in front of him. From the beginning of this war, the other party's goal is to contain, making him almost impossible to escape alone.

The only way is to fight to the end. Even if it is impossible to win, it can also contain the war. Once this is done, the new Taoist ancestor believes that the right elder of tianlingzong, tired of himself and the army, will choose a truce.

In this way, both sides compare the reinforcements and the endurance of each other. It depends on who can bear it and stick to it until the end, so its tragic situation can be imagined.

Roaring, hissing, and shrill voices continued to erupt on the battlefield, and a light suddenly appeared in the distant starry sky. At first, the light was weak, but the next moment it became strong. From a distance, it looked like meteors, which made the warring parties tremble after they noticed it.

Without much identification, the right elder of tianlingzong saw at a glance that this was not the reinforcement of his own tianlingzong, and his expression did not change greatly. On the contrary, it was the old ancestor of the new Tao. He could not hide his excitement in his eyes, revealing his excitement. At the same time, the fierce waves suddenly spread in the starry sky, and those meteors roared and directly entered the battlefield!

The so-called meteors are Wang Baole's self exploding warships and the warships of the first Corps. They are like a sharp blade, like ten thousand swords, coming directly from the starry sky and piercing into the battlefield with a roar. There are also a large number of monks in charge of the first corps of Tianzong, as well as Wang Baole's 100000 puppets and the puppets of the twelve emperors, who rushed out of the warships and killed tianlingzong under the leadership of the big housekeeper!

Not only that, the steward who was in charge of Tianzong immediately turned to cultivation and issued the sound of divine thoughts that spread all over the world at the moment he walked out.

"The left elder of tianlingzong was beheaded, and the palm seat was seriously injured. The army was defeated and scattered in countless deaths and injuries. My palm tianxingxianzong won a great victory, and I came to assist the new Taoist sect of Zijin at the order of my ancestors!"

This scene immediately made the friars of tianlingzong, who were already exhausted to the extreme on the battlefield, suddenly change their looks and roar in their hearts. Their first reaction was impossible, but... There is only one possibility for the arrival of zhangtianzong, that is, the defeat of the army attacking them.

This kind of shaking of mind was extremely terrible on the battlefield, not only for them, but also for the right elder, but he quickly suppressed his inner uneasiness and immediately shouted.

"Nonsense, the gangsters of xindaomen, left this remaining army, trying to confuse the public and confuse our military!" While his words spread, his cultivation broke out again and forcibly suppressed the military heart of tianlingzong. At the same time, he also tried to kill the big housekeeper at any cost, but was immediately blocked by the new Taoist ancestor who spread the long smile.

At the same time, Wang Baole's figure also flashed out of his own Dharma ship. After looking into the battlefield, he raised his right hand and pointed at random. Suddenly, a finger wind shot out of his hand, and directly fell into the two spirits fighting not far from him.

Wang Baole, the spiritual monk of Zijin xindaomen, knew the head of the black split army who had a chance to kill himself and sheltered Mo Longnv. At present, this man is obviously in danger and seems to be unable to hold out for a few breaths.

As Wang Baole's vigorous cultivation of the fingering wind approached, the explosion opened, the initial face of the Lingxian of tianlingzong suddenly changed, rapidly retreated, but it was still affected and spewed blood, while the head of the black split army turned pale, immediately stepped back and looked back at the people who rescued him. When he saw Wang Baole, his whole body shook, his eyes widened, and his face was unbelievable.

Wang Baole didn't pay attention to the head of the black split army. He just did it at will. At this moment, he looked up at the two planetary monks fighting in the starry sky, and his eyes couldn't help narrowing.

On the way, he had already calculated in the bottom of his heart. Although this time he had to come to support because of strategic problems, he didn't like Zijin new Taoist sect, so he made up his mind to find a chance to kill each other in this rescue.