"I am Nan Zhou, a third-class Weiyang monk from the third branch of the King Yuanxi. I am recruiting you to temporarily join the team to help complete the mopping up mission. Come up and say your name!" The Weiyang tribe who spoke was a psychic.
His cultivation emitted powerful waves that spread in all directions, and even his voice sounded like thunder.
The young lady suddenly became nervous and spoke quickly.
"He is recruiting you, asking you to get on the chariot, and asking you..."
Before the young lady finished speaking, Wang Baole's expression remained as usual, without any change. He knew that the current situation was very dangerous, but since it was already like this, there was no point in being nervous, so he shook his body in a calm state and flew away in an instant, heading straight for the battle in mid-air.
The car landed in it in an instant. After standing together with the other Weiyang tribe, his eyes quickly swept over and saw that the armor of the other two people was different from that of the spiritual cultivator.
Recalling that the chariots he had seen several times before were all occupied by the same person, he was 70% sure that these two people were also temporarily recruited, and there did not seem to be much connection between these two people and the psychic.
The meaning of respect made Wang Baole's mind spin rapidly. After the last few words of the young lady's words, Wang Baole did not go to pay homage. Instead, he lowered his head and spoke in the language of the Ming Sect.
"Baole!"
As soon as he spoke, the young lady immediately fell silent.
The Weiyang tribe's spiritual cultivator didn't pay attention to Wang Baole's attitude. After nodding, the chariot galloped instantly and roared away into the distance. Until this moment, Wang Baole was relieved in his heart.
He didn't know how the six arms of the Weiyang tribe should salute each other, so what passed between the other two and the spirit was not a respectful look, so he simply didn't pay respects, and just bowed his head.
And his judgment was correct. The Weiyang clan was an alliance, and they were also intricately intertwined with each other. Although it was normal for the weak to pay respects to the strong when they saw them, due to the mixed forces within, Wang Baole bowed his head and had already expressed his attitude.
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At this moment, the chariot roared and gradually moved away from the mountain gate of Cangwu Dao Palace. Wang Baole was silent all the way until half an hour later, while galloping on the battlefield, a huge ruins of a city appeared in front of them.
The ruins are very large, and there are even many buildings inside that are relatively intact. In addition, their group of seven or eight chariots are not the only ones who came here. You can see dozens of them in the sky in all directions.
Chariots surrounded the ruins.
"Your mission is to kill all existences!" After the theosophical monk on the chariot said calmly, his body swayed and he flew out directly and rushed into the ruins. Then the other monks on the chariot, including Wang Baole,
All the Weiyang tribe flew out and flew towards the ruins in mid-air.
As for the Weiyang tribe in other directions, the same is true. At the same time, Wang Baole also saw that the Weiyang tribe around him had varying levels of cultivation. The strong ones had psychic powers, the weak ones had pill formation, and there were many Nascent Souls.
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During this observation, Wang Baole calmly landed in the ruins and walked forward, thinking in his heart about how to leave these Weiyang tribe and return to the mountain gate of Cangwu Dao Palace.
As he moved forward, with the invasion of a large number of Weiyang monks from all around, bursts of roaring and loud noises were soon heard from the ruins, as well as the roars of resistance and the sounds of self-destruction.
Obviously, this ruins is one of the gathering places for the remaining rebellious monks of the Cangwu Dao Palace. They did not surrender to the Weiyang clan. After the power of the Dao Palace Lord left with hope, they voluntarily chose to stay and share the world with the Cangwu Dao Star.
Survival or death.
And in these years, they also have descendants born. Even if the hope for the future is slim and even if traitors appear, the vast majority still choose to fight to the death.
As the roar continued to reverberate, Wang Baole walked forward silently. Surrounding him were two monks from the Weiyang tribe. They were about a hundred feet away from each other. One of them was a Dan-Jie, and the other was a Nascent Soul.
Just when Wang Baole was thinking about how to avoid these two people and quietly leave the ruins, suddenly, a wave of Nascent Soul erupted in a dilapidated attic where the three of them must pass.
The fluctuations were extremely strong. At the moment of the explosion, the attic collapsed, and a figure rushed out from inside, heading straight for... the Nascent Soul Weiyang clan member!
It can be seen that this is a woman who looks to be in her forties. Her cultivation is not very stable. Although she is a Nascent Soul, she is injured. When she rushes out at this moment, she directly confronts the Weiyang tribe.
The Yuanying monks were bombarded together.
As soon as the sound came out, the woman spurted out blood, her face turned pale, her body swayed, and she ran away into the distance. Although the Yuanying monk from the Weiyang tribe was forced back, his injuries were very minor, and there was a fierce look in his eyes at this moment.
He flashed and suddenly chased after him.
This scene happened in front of Wang Baole. His inner thoughts were not revealed on his face. After taking a look, he turned his head and scanned the collapsed attic in a subtle way. He deliberately did not go there, but walked to another direction.
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But besides Wang Baole, there was also a pill-forming monk from the Weiyang tribe here. After thinking about it, he suddenly swayed and rushed straight towards the collapsed attic. He was approaching in an instant, and the moment he approached, the collapsed attic
In the attic, there was unexpected fluctuation again.
With a bang, rubble flew everywhere, and another figure flew out of the attic. His aura was obviously much weaker, and he only looked like he was forming a pill. He went straight to kill the Weiyang monks!
This person looks to be only in his twenties, but at this age, his cultivation level can reach the level of pill formation, which is already impressive. Although his body is also injured at this moment, his attack is extremely ferocious. However, the pill formation monk from the Weiyang tribe is also the same.
Not weak, but in a confrontation, it seems difficult for the two to determine the winner in a short period of time.
So the pill-forming monk from the Weiyang tribe immediately roared and summoned Wang Baole to come over and take action together. This scene naturally fell in the eyes of the young man. His expression showed despair. He wanted to turn around and look at the attic behind him, but he couldn't.
Hold it back by force.
However, he no longer needed to look. Wang Baole, not far away, had already seen a little girl squatting there with her knees in her hands, shivering under a rubble in the attic.
The little girl's clothes were dirty and she looked like a beggar. She was looking at the young men who were fighting. When her tears fell, she also saw Wang Baole, and her body was shaking even more violently.
Wang Baole watched all this silently, and then looked around. After confirming that there was no trace of the Weiyang clan here, he walked forward expressionlessly, walking faster and faster, and suddenly burst out of speed, approaching the two warring parties.
At the moment when the Weiyang monk was excited and the young man roared in despair, preparing to self-destruct, Wang Baole's speed increased sharply again and turned into an afterimage, sweeping past the Weiyang monk!
The moment he walked past, the Weiyang tribe's alchemy monk didn't even react. His three heads were disconnected from his body at the same time. As the blood sprayed, his body fell down.
This scene immediately stunned the young man. He quickly retreated, staring at Wang Baole in confusion and even more vigilance.
Wang Baole did not look at them and turned around to walk away. The moment he turned around, in his mind, ever since Wang Baole spoke the words of the Weiyang tribe, the young lady who had always been silent sighed softly and did not know what she would do.
When Wang Baole arrived, the young man who was dazed and alert at this moment, and the little girl, suddenly appeared in the light of the star source. In an instant, their bodies changed in Wang Baole's eyes, and they actually turned into members of the Weiyang tribe.
Look!
"Help me tell them that they can only turn into a stick of incense and escape as soon as possible..."
Wang Baole frowned slightly. The young lady's behavior was irrational and at the same time, once the two of them were found to be abnormal by the Weiyang tribe, he and himself would also be in danger.
She seemed to know that her move was a bit rash. After the young lady fell silent, she whispered three words for the first time.
"sorry."
Wang Baole sighed and turned to look at the young man who was reacting quickly from the shock of his own changes. Wang Baole was very satisfied with this man's reaction speed, so he spoke in a low voice in the language of Cang Mang Dao Palace.
"After one stick of incense, this illusion will become ineffective, so leave quickly!"
When the young man heard these words, his body suddenly trembled. After taking a deep look at Wang Baole, he grabbed the trembling little girl and was about to leave. The little girl who had transformed into the Weiyang tribe quickly turned around while being pulled away.
Looking at Wang Baole, he suddenly spoke.
"Senior, what's your name?"
Wang Baole frowned a little, but looking at the little girl who had transformed into a Weiyang tribe, but whose eyes were extremely clear, he thought of the future of the Federation, so he spoke in a low voice.
"Baole!"
As he said this, Wang Baole turned around and ran straight into the distance, never looking back.