In the central area of Weiyang, outside the River Styx, the armies of the Nether Clan and the Weiyang Clan Alliance are fighting. The sound of fighting is overwhelming, there are countless magical powers, and the fluctuations in Taoism are spreading in all directions.
At this moment, when Wang Baole's footsteps lifted and fell, Dishan and Taoist Yang in the battlefield, as well as the ancestors of the Yaotong clan, and the buried spirits of the Ming sect, all looked at each other with their minds fluctuating.
Compared with the three people from the Weiyang tribe, the feeling of Burying Soul is even stronger, because... his body is exactly a Burying Soul tree, and the tree is a plant, and it is originally classified as a tree.
Even though Wang Baole's Wooden Dao only enveloped the Zuodao Holy Domain, as the Dao Yun spread before this moment, the Burial Spirit still felt strong suppression and mental turmoil.
But he didn't have too many surprises, or to be precise, here at Burial Soul... there were not many people who noticed the fundamentals after seeing Wang Baole and Xuan Hua coming into contact.
The reason why the other God-Emperors could not see through it was because they did not practice the Wood Way, but... the Wood Way of Burying Souls made him understand more clearly why Xuan Hua immediately retreated into seclusion after his return.
Because... what Xuanhua itself cultivates is also a wooden way!
That black lotus with fifteen petals, no matter how strange it is, no matter how it changes, it is difficult to change its essence...
Therefore, even though Xuanhua himself was in the cosmic realm, the moment he came into contact with Wang Baole, he was still shaken to his core, causing a mental shake that was incomprehensible and incomprehensible to outsiders.
Burial Spirit understood all this, so he didn't hesitate at all at this moment. The moment Wang Baole's Dao Yun dispersed, he immediately backed away. His instinct told him not to approach Wang Baole.
His deepest feeling is that the other party is like a whirlpool. Once he gets close, he will be swallowed up, and the aura contained in the whirlpool is like the source of his Tao.
The kind of oppression that seems to exist naturally, just like the class, makes him feel powerless. Unless he can rebel and deviate from the Tao, or Wang Baole is beheaded, otherwise, this kind of oppression will always exist and become more and more serious.
powerful.
"I think Xuanhua feels the same way at this moment!"
And just as he was retreating, murderous intent burst out in Dishan's eyes. At the end of his gaze, ripples reverberated in the starry sky. Wang Baole, dressed in white with long hair and a calm expression, walked out of nothingness step by step.
The figure seemed to be drawn, first in outline, then clear, until it stepped on the battlefield.
At the moment it appeared, his Dao Yun had dispersed and enveloped all directions, making both sides of the battlefield, whether it was the Ming Sect or the Weiyang Clan Alliance, even if their Heavenly Dao was different, the power of the Five Elements was the foundation, so they would all have some. Therefore, both sides
Almost all the monks' expressions changed and they retreated one after another.
The feeling of soul burial was even more obvious. Even after seeing it with his own eyes at this moment, he felt an urge to pay homage to him. Fortunately, because of his advanced cultivation, he suppressed it forcefully with the help of the underworld sect, and his body quickly retreated.
This scene made Dishan narrow his eyes slightly. As for Taoist Yang and Ancestor Yaotong, their pupils shrank. In fact, although the way Wang Baole appeared was not too strange, it actually caused such a fluctuation after appearing.
This...the two of them can't do this.
What shocked these two people even more, and even shocked everyone here, especially the Weiyang tribe, was that within the second breath after Wang Baole walked out, the surrounding starry sky rippled again, and a shrill roar seemed to echo in everyone's hearts.
, the void was instantly distorted, and a huge golden beetle suddenly appeared, carrying supreme power and waves that made all living beings tremble!
This...is exactly the way of heaven for the Weiyang tribe.
Because of Wang Baole's arrival, it appeared on its own, with madness in its eyes, and even more overwhelming hatred and malice. It kept roaring at Wang Baole, as if resenting Wang Baole for depriving it of the authority of the tree!
"Noisy!" Wang Baole looked as usual. After looking around, he spoke calmly towards the roaring Tiandao, and raised his right hand to point at it.
This Heavenly Dao, which is like a god in the minds of others, is just a pet raised by others. Others can't do anything about it, but not including him. The gathering of wood species has made Wang Baole's own status reach the level of
It reached an extremely high level, so under this finger, the suppressive force suddenly appeared, immediately causing the Weiyang tribe's Heavenly Dao to retreat rapidly. Although they were still roaring, there was fear in their eyes.
This scene also caused greater fluctuations in the hearts of the monks on both sides, especially Yang Taoist and Yaotong Ancestor. They could not imagine why they were both quasi-god emperors, but Wang Baole
This place... actually made the two of them feel trembling in their hearts.
You know, even when facing Dishan, neither of them had this feeling. Looking at the entire Weiyang Dao Domain, they only had similar feelings with Chen Qingzi and Weiyang Ancestor.
And at the moment when the hearts of these two people were trembling, the murderous intent in Dishan's eyes exploded. His body took a step forward, and it was blurry for a moment. The next moment he appeared, he was in front of Wang Baole, with his right hand raised.
When he got up, he suddenly pressed his palm towards Wang Baole.
The moment he pressed his palm, a huge peak towering into the clouds suddenly appeared behind him, and its cultivation level exploded. The Taoist spirit of the universe filled the four directions and spread across the starry sky, making this place directly enveloped in some kind of...
Within the blockade, in this area, Dishan's way will reach its extreme, while other people's ways will be infinitely suppressed.
"Yellow-mouthed kid!!"
Wang Baole looked calm. Facing the blow from the cosmic realm, he did not dodge. He raised his right hand and waved forward. Suddenly, the wooden path outside his body transformed, affecting all directions. On the battlefield here, hundreds of thousands of monks from both sides were stunned.
The whole body was shaken, and green threads were emanating from most of the monks' bodies!
This is the law of wood. Because the Five Elements are the foundation, most monks must be exposed to it in their lives. As long as they are exposed, there will be traces of it. Unless they can be cut off like Wang Baole, otherwise,
In Wang Baole's perception, these traces of the wooden path can become his own strength.
At this moment, with a slight movement, green threads emanated from the bodies of most of the hundreds of thousands of monks, and rushed straight to Wang Baole. They circled around in front of him, forming a whirlpool, roaring in all directions, and at the same time, they pressed towards the Emperor Mountain.
The palm underneath and the giant peak behind it are directly entangled.
For a moment, even Emperor Mountain felt like it was being restrained. After a cold snort, the rocks suddenly collapsed on their own, and they were about to suppress them again, but Wang Baole's figure stepped out and disappeared from the place.
The moment he disappeared, the expressions of Taoist Yang and Ancestor Yaotong changed drastically. Without any hesitation, they quickly retreated, but... it was still a little late. Wang Baole's figure appeared directly next to Taoist Yang,
With indifference, he raised a finger with his right hand... and pointed at the place where Taoist Yang was before. Although the place was empty at the moment, there were two faint words from Wang Baole's mouth, which echoed in all directions.
"The waning moon."
As these two words appeared, Taoist Yang's expression was horrified. His cultivation level was as high as the sky, but now he seemed to be restricted. Time was distorted outside his body. His figure seemed to be reversed by the years, and he appeared in the blink of an eye.
...the same place where he was dozens of breaths ago!
It was precisely... where Wang Baole's finger landed at this moment that his finger... landed directly on Taoist Yang's eyebrows!