Chapter 1340

Wang Baole's words were icy cold. In the moment of transmission, not only the young man was shocked, but all the people in the city were in an uproar at the moment, as well as tuolingzi, who shot, whose face changed sharply for the first time.

Zhou Huo was also like this, and other gluttonous eaters also instantly looked sharp.

But all this reversed too quickly, so that even tuolingzi had no time to deal with it. The next moment, with the echo of Wang Baole's words, he grabbed Cheng Lingzi's right hand, yanked it violently, and immediately swung Cheng Lingzi's body directly, shouting and throwing it behind him, which was the direction of tuolingzi's big hand.

The whole process was extremely ingenious. Tuolingzi's eyes were instantly red, and his big hand suddenly retracted, but he still met his beloved son.

At this moment, Cheng Lingzi's body crashed with a bang, and his bleak, hoarse scream could not be heard in the blood blur. He was stuck in his throat by Wang Baole's right hand, and could only express his pain at the moment with the violent trembling of his body.

Wang Baole didn't pay attention to the ugly tuolingzi. At the moment, after he spoke plainly, his right hand suddenly exerted force, and with a bang, he directly pinched the chenglingzi in his hand and exploded in an instant.

With one breath, a large number of appetite rules contained in chenglingzi's broken body were immediately inhaled by wangbaole, but chenglingzi was a minced meat disciple after all, and had many cards. At this moment, his broken body, after wangbaole absorbed some rules, burned directly, and instantly became fly ash.

The next moment, unexpectedly in the distance near the vortex, with the distortion of nothingness, its figure formed out of thin air, but it no longer looks like a teenager, but as an adult, its body... Thinner.

His face was pale, and his breath was too weak. His eyes looking at Wang Baole also showed unprecedented fear.

"Huh?" Wang Baole was a little surprised. He looked up at chenglingzi, and his body disappeared for a moment when he looked up. When he appeared, he was impressively where chenglingzi was before.

But Cheng Lingzi, who had previously suffered a crisis of life and death, was surprisingly alert, just like a frightened rabbit. When Wang Baole arrived, his figure had disappeared again, and when he appeared, he was in the vortex!

He didn't dare to go to his father. It was too late, and the other party would fight. He had a premonition that he... Would die before his father stopped him.

Like the method of saving his life just now, he believed that he had no chance to use it for the second time, so his only vitality at the moment was to rush into the vortex and hide inside.

Indeed, at the same time, the nihility between Wang Baole and the altar of appetite City, a large number of nightmare of desire, out of thin air, formed a blockade.

If chenglingzi's escape direction is here, he will be intercepted.

"Interesting, I also like playing hide and seek, so you should hide well." Wang Baole squinted. In fact, if he used his external force to become a mere soul, he could suppress it by turning his hand, and would not give the other party a chance to escape.

At the moment, he didn't pay much attention. Wang Baole, who went to the vortex, had more divine thoughts, which were locked on the altar, where tuolingzi had a strong killing in his eyes.

After the first shot, the other party didn't continue to shoot. It's not that he didn't want to, but... From the altar, the pressure of appetite city to the Lord, Yu just swept him gently in a flash.

This sweep made tuolingzi have no power to fight if he was sealed, so at this moment, his killing opportunity would be crazy in this unable outbreak.

Wang Baole squinted and looked at the meat pieces that contained the breath of heaven at the altar at the moment.

"Become a glutton and let bygones be bygones. If I fail, I will take back the law of appetite from you." The appetite city wants to be the master. Looking at Wang Baole, his eyes show a strange light, and he slowly opens his mouth.

The spread of its voice made the sky turn pale and the wind and cloud overturn. As if it followed the words, the whole world was shaking.

For this appetite as strong as his own body, Wang Baole gave due respect to the Lord. Hearing the words, he nodded, turned and ran straight to the vortex. In the next moment, his figure disappeared in the vortex.

Until now, the other minced meat disciples, bitter and helpless, entered the vortex one by one. Finally, when the last person stepped in, the desire Lord on the altar raised his hand again, and suddenly the vortex on the sky slowly disappeared.

People who have enough to eat and eat should also have participated, but it is obvious that the owner of appetite changed his mind. At this moment, he looked up, looked at the gradually disappearing vortex, and suddenly smiled.

"Is that him..."

Yuanyu daokong, below the second world, is endless red fog, and at the bottom of this fog, here is the first world, also known as burial earth.

Because here, many universes of Yuanyu daokong were buried, and countless living dead people existed here in countless eras.

Consciousness sleeps deeply, and may never wake up, but what supports their physical activities is different desires.

"The owner of appetite city... Saw my identity." At this moment, in this world full of burial soil, Wang Baole stood in mid air and looked down at the earth.

As he looked, the world was dark and boundless, and the smell of death was so strong that it turned into cold, as if it could freeze everything.

But it happened that... He could feel that there were countless... Breath fluctuations in the depths of the earth.

There are strong and weak.

Weak as a mortal, but strong... In Wang Baole's eyes, his pupils also contracted at the moment. Because of the ontological position, he can use the fifth step of ontological perception to feel that in the deepest part of the earth, there seem to be more than 90 statues... The same breath as the guardian he pursued at the beginning.

All this made Wang Baole finally understand that in Yuanyu daokong, there were a handful of eight figures around the emperor. Where did they go.

In silence, wangbaole looked up again and looked up at the rolling red fog above.

"The breath buried below does not conform to the number of 108, but what if... Plus the Lord of seven emotions and six desires..." Wang Baole was silent, and after a while he took a deep breath.

"So, nine times out of ten, the appetite Lord who saw my identity was himself one of the 108 generals?"

This is inconsistent with Wang Baole's earliest guess. He originally thought that the cultivation of appetite, desire and Lord at the same level should be transformed by the source rules of the emperor's seven emotions and six desires, similar to a relatively independent separation.

"Yuanyu Dao empty water... Very deep, very deep." Wang Baole squinted, his right hand suddenly lifted up and grabbed towards the nothingness. Suddenly, a wisp of black hair appeared out of thin air in the nothingness where he grabbed it, as if he had quietly come to entangle Wang Baole, but at the moment, he grabbed it and pulled it suddenly. Suddenly, a large number of black hair buzzed from the nothingness, like a flood discharge, and spread like ink.

In this continuous diffusion, the source finally emerged. It was a head, a... A woman's head, appeared in nothingness, staring at Wang Baole.

In the eyes, unspeakable hatred!

"Qingyangzi, you are qingyangzi!!"

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