In this scene, when Wang Baole escaped quickly with Zhao Yameng with complex expressions, he turned around and saw it. An indescribable thought rose in his heart. Looking at the Mischief who raised his head again, Wang Baole understood that the real Mischief had dissipated.

Perhaps there is no death, but the possibility of awakening is slim and almost none.

"You must leave here immediately!" Wang Baole's eyes showed madness, and his body was in the third layer, increasing the absorption speed again, causing his body to expand visible to the naked eye.

Wang Baole could no longer care about these things. Zhao Yameng knew the crisis while escaping at this moment, so she didn't say a word, but she made a gesture to unfold the formation and blessed Wang Baole and himself, making their speed faster.

But even so, facing Taoist Youran is obviously not enough, not to mention that there are so many monks enslaved by him around Taoist Youran. Although he did not come to chase him in person, with a wave of his hand, immediately seven or eight enslaved Taoist Palace monks rushed straight to the two of them to chase him!

"You want to live!" Taoist Youran said lightly and was about to check the storage bag of the cracked son in front of him, but at this moment, suddenly, a loud roar came from the distant world. When the sound echoed around like thunder, the entire second level of world trembled, and a huge impact formed a wave, and a roar came like a roar.

As the earth shook, the plants and trees here were shaking violently. Even Wang Baole and Zhao Yameng were shocked and were hit by the strong wind. Even the seven or eight people chasing behind them were like this, which shows the violent and powerful waves.

Even as the wave spread, a figure suddenly came in the distant world, whistling at an extremely fast speed. Around the figure, there was a ruler surrounding it, emitting a brilliant light. This figure was Feng Qiuran!

But at this moment, she looked as embarrassed as Miliozi before, with pale face and blood on the corner of her mouth. Obviously, if she really trapped her in a formation as Taoist Youran said, then Feng Qiuran must have blasted the formation at all costs. The wave just now was probably the collapse of the formation.

But Feng Qiuran's breaking formation was still a little late, and Mielizi still didn't wait. As he approached quickly, Feng Qiuran saw Mielizi, who was staring at Mielizi, who was expressionless and expressionless, and also saw Mielizi, who was beside Mielizi, looking at his Taoist Youran with a smile.

There is no need to know anything. Everything in front of you, as well as the scenes that once suspected that there were remnants of the Weiyang clan in the Taoist Palace, appeared in Feng Qiuran's heart. Her eyes instantly showed sharpness and determination, as if she was determined to kill Youran even if she died here, and went straight to Taoist Youran!

"You can break the formation I set up, Feng Qiuran... It seems that I underestimated you a little." Taoist Youran smiled slightly, and with a wave of his hand, a large ball of black fog exploded from his body instantly, spreading directly around, covering the sky, while his figure also shook and headed straight for Feng Qiuran.

In an instant, the figures of the two were shrouded in the mist. Only a loud rumbling sound kept coming out of the mist and spreading everywhere, Wang Baole and Zhao Yameng were in a crisis. Those enslaved monks in the Taoist Palace who had not been given orders stood there and could be given chase instructions, even though the fluctuations around him were strong in the battle between You Ran and Feng Qiuran were still heading straight for them.

Among these eight people, there are four Yuanying, the others are all Killing Pills, and there is one... it is Zhou Chudao!

Facing these eight people, even if Wang Baole's original body is here, it is difficult to fight at the same time, not to mention that the clone is just here at this moment. At the critical moment, Wang Baole's eyes showed decisiveness and spoke quickly.

"Ya Meng, go first, find a place to hide, and teleport away immediately when the interference here is weakened!"

Zhao Yameng was not an ordinary woman. He heard this and just glanced at Wang Baole deeply and didn't say anything. She knew very well that this was the only choice now, so she nodded silently, but raised her right hand and waved it on her hair, cut off a strand of black hair, and handed it to Wang Baole. She turned around and shook it away.

Holding Zhao Yameng's black hair, Wang Baole's heart was very touched. After putting it in the storage bracelet, his whole body roared when he turned around, and a large amount of arc-shaped lightning burst out instantly, and his body directly turned into a huge net of thunder, and he went wildly towards the eight enslaved Taoist Palace monks who were chasing behind him.

The speed was so fast and the range was so wide that the eight people were covered in an instant, and there was a loud noise in an instant, and they started fighting each other directly!

Facing the eight monks, Wang Baole's clone was no match at all. In the blink of an eye, the thunder net he turned into collapsed directly. A large number of lightning reels condensed and turned into a thunder net again, but it was obviously much dimmer than before, but the speed was still extremely fast, blocking the eight people!

The sound of boom continued to burst out, the ground was like this, and the sky was like this!

The battle between Feng Qiuran and Taoist Youran was at a critical moment. Even though Feng Qiuran had the ruler, the destruction of the formation had already caused some backlash. In addition, although her cultivation level surpassed that of the Mischief, she was still a little worse than Taoist Youran who was hiding deeply.

As a result, Feng Qiuran gradually became a little dissatisfied with the battle between the two... and the ground battle was the same. The thunder net formed by Wang Baole's thunder clone was destroyed three times in a short period of time, but he had too many magic weapons. At this moment, the sound of the sound suddenly appeared, covering the eight people in an instant, and in an instant they were covered.

But he didn't hold on for too long. As the four Nascent Soul cultivators burst, they directly lifted the big bell on their bodies. Just as they rushed out, the black spear roared away, and even a flying sword came like rain, and blocked it again.

Almost everything was done, Wang Baole's thunder clone finally continued to form a barrier to these eight people, giving Zhao Yameng enough opportunities to completely escape from this area.

At the same time, Wang Baole's body has now become a fat man in the third golden lake, but his absorption has not slowed down, but it has become faster. Even though his body can no longer bear it, he is still crazy.

And his absorption finally continued until now, and a stronger leverage force was generated, causing the warship to suddenly be shocked during the fight between the crowd!

With the vibration, the power of interfering transmission here was obviously weakened a lot. Although it was not yet as far as Zhao Yameng could start teleportation, it was not far away.

The vibration of the warship was like a chain reaction, which also caused the first and second levels of the worlds inside to shake, especially the sky suppressing Feng Qiuran, and his blood was spewing out the retreating Taoist Youran who was waving his hand. At this moment, he was about to perform slavery and control Feng Qiuran, but at this moment, Taoist Youran suddenly felt the shaking of the sky and the earth. After feeling that the interference here was significantly reduced, his face suddenly changed!

"What's wrong!!" At this moment, Taoist Youran felt a strong uneasiness. He suddenly stepped back and pinched his fingers, as if he was sensing something. In just a few breaths, Taoist Youran's eyes suddenly widened. With the connection and arrangement with the warship, he finally noticed the incident that occurred in the third floor!

"Wang Baole!!" This incident immediately made Taoist Youran breathe rapidly, and blood appeared in his eyes at this moment, and he let out a roar. He was in no mood to pay attention to Feng Qiuran, who was severely injured. Taoist Youran shook his body and rushed straight to the place where Wang Baole's clone was in a roar.

Wang Baole, who was extremely fast and was barely dealing with several Nascent Souls, had no time to react. In an instant, a destructive force fell from the sky. With the roar, his thunder clone collapsed and exploded, and even his body didn't have time to exchange positions with his clone!

After destroying Wang Baole's clone, Taoist Youran's expression was extremely hard to see. When he waved his hand, he was enslaved and headed straight for Feng Qiu Ran, there were lightning roaring around him, and cracks of nothingness were torn apart, and seven or eight Weiyang clan monks walked out of it. Although each of them had injuries that were not healed after the war, they had almost recovered and had the cultivation of the Nascent Soul.
Chapter completed!