"Hmm? It seems that he is also a fool, he was caught so easily." Wang Baole's eyelids moved and he suddenly opened. A cold light appeared in the depths of his eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In fact, Wang Baole has several ways to relieve mental fatigue. After all, Wang Baole himself is a master of magic weapons, and naturally has extremely high requirements for spiritual concentration when refining magic weapons. Therefore, whether it is the shriveled fruit of the hyacinth tree he obtained from the ancient bronze sword or other magical means, although he cannot develop in battle, he can still accelerate his spiritual recovery after he is free.

The reason why he did not do this was simply to heal and restore his body was to make the will in the hiding nightmare technique that he had once noticed!

Wang Baole was busy escaping and fighting before and had no time to pay attention to this will, but it does not mean that he doesn't care. Even to a certain extent, Wang Baole was always paying attention to the movements of this will.

That's why he didn't recover and deliberately put on a relaxed state to see if there would be any other changes in this will. At this moment, when he noticed the burst of this will, a shriveled hyacinth fruit appeared while Wang Baole waved his hand, and some pills were taken out and swallowed directly. At the same time, he used several small methods in his memory to speed up the relief of mental fatigue, while also stabilizing his mind and making it as strong as a mountain.

Then he showed a strange light in his eyes, feeling the will from the Nightmare Eye Art that was bursting wildly in his body!

"The way this will appears is also very consistent with saying that it is companion. It did not launch when I fought with the Black Hand, which means that this will has certain intelligence and understand that if something happens to me at that time, it will dissipate."

"But now I try it easily and I can easily catch it. It seems that this wisdom is not smart, maybe it's just an instinct?" Wang Baole murmured, his eyes also became sharper, but in this sharpness, some black smoke-like substance gradually appeared, as if it was about to spread his entire pupils.

"Or the main method is to radiate the thought of dying in my mind?" Wang Baole was a little disappointed, and analyzed the irritability that arose in his heart at this moment. He felt that one impulse to kill one after another in his thoughts began to appear, just like a drug addiction attack. If he did not obey his instinct, his instinct would backfire all over his body.

"If it was just this method, it would be a waste of my preparation." Wang Baole shook his head. He had a black mist spreading in his pupils. It seemed strange, but his mind was extremely clear, as if he was separated from his body, and he observed and judged extremely calmly.

After waiting for a while, seeing that the will arise in the Nightmare Eye Skill was still the same method, Wang Baole no longer had any other interest and was about to wipe it off, but at this moment, the will arise in the Nightmare Eye Skill, and only felt that he wanted to kill in Wang Baole's mind, and began to try to spread his Nascent Soul.

This scene immediately surprised Wang Baole. He quickly stopped the wiped hand gesture and observed it carefully.

In his view, the companion will of the Nightmare Eye Art was like black thin silks gathered together in Wang Baole's body, as if he had not noticed Wang Baole's awakening at all. He tried slowly inside his body like a poisonous snake, approaching the Nascent Soul.

"Its goal is the Nascent Soul? Or is it to spread the Nascent Soul to pollute or devour my soul in the Nascent Soul?" After noticing this will goal, Wang Baole's expression was slightly solemn. When a monk's cultivation reaches the Nascent Soul Achievement, his soul turns into a divine thought, which is contained in the depths of the Nascent Soul. Until his cultivation reaches the God-Enjoyment, his divine thoughts change and become a divine soul!

The soul that turns into a divine mind has special significance for the Nascent Soul monk and needs to be protected with caution. Therefore, Wang Baole's eyes flashed and he looked at his Nascent Soul. Inside the Nascent Soul, in addition to the nascent sword sheath hidden, there is also a ball of Nether Fire. This is the mark belonging to the Nether Sect after he became the Nether Son. Inside the Nether Fire is the divine mind formed by his soul.

"Just in case..." Wang Baole secretly activates the Netherworld Method, quietly emitting a trace of Netherworld Method through the Netherworld Fire in the Nascent Soul, trying to contact the will, wanting to check the strength.

This breath was not much, just a trace, but the black silk that was transformed by Wang Baole's will of the will of Yuanying suddenly trembled, as if he had encountered an extremely terrified existence, trembling in horror and almost collapsed.

"Ah?" Wang Baole was startled and quickly reduced his breath to almost diluted dozens of times. This did not destroy the will that accompanied the Nightmare Art, but instead competed with Wang Baole's breath of the Netherworld Method.

Seeing that they could fight, Wang Baole breathed a sigh of relief, and with curiosity, he observed carefully, and gradually his expression became strange. The confrontation between the two sides was quite fierce. It seemed that after using all his strength to finally tie the game, he seemed to feel that the host this time was a little difficult, so he temporarily suspended the spread of the Nascent Soul, retreated rapidly, and hid, and even the desire to kill did not spread.

"So amazing!" Wang Baole coughed dryly, never admitting that he was doing something big, but instead muttered like a serious look and comforting himself.

"It contains a sense of domineeringness and a sense of violence, as if it is the only one between heaven and earth, and even has a certain degree of wisdom, which is a bit similar to the virus or the body-taking recorded in the Taoist palace books!" After thinking deeply, Wang Baole felt that it was appropriate to use the word "devil" to describe this will.

"A very terrifying demon can actually compete with me under the terrifying pressure that a trace of my Netherworld Aura has diluted dozens of times. It's not easy." Wang Baole touched his chin, looked inside the Nascent Soul in his body, and then put himself into the demon, thinking about the difficulty of the other party polluting his soul.

"Well, if I am a demon, I first need to resist the breath of the Netherworld method, and fight from a few thousandths until I can completely compete with my breath, and then I can get close to the Nascent Soul. At this time... I will see a unique Star Nascent Soul, so I need to work hard and strengthen myself, and then try again and again, and finally I can penetrate into the body of the Star Nascent Soul. If I am not lucky, I will encounter a strange scabbard, and I guess it will be gone..."

"Of course, I may be lucky. I didn't mess with the scabbard, but entered the inside of the Nascent Soul. So I breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to enjoy a big meal, take over the body, and pollute the soul. I would see a ball of fire. It was the dark fire. The breath it emitted was the earliest thing I fought against outside the Nascent Soul!"

"Then... I need to work harder and harder, and finally fight against the Nether Fire with gritted teeth. Next I will see the host's soul. This soul contains the characteristics of Nether Zi, which is countless times that of Nether Fire..."

"So, I have to work hard and work hard. By chance, I finally defeated Mingzi's traits and felt that I could finally take over the body and pollute my soul... I will find that there is a seed of your sister here, here is eyeing..." Wang Baole thought of this and coughed dryly, thinking that he would not be put into the devil's body. He then began to think about the source of the devil.

"It's a bit strange. There is no need to question the power of the Nightmare Art. It is extremely evil. Since this is the case, why does the demon born inside seem to be not very strong?" Wang Baole pondered and thought for a long time, and felt that there were two answers. One was that the will and the martial arts seemed to be one, but they were actually separated. There was also an answer, that is, fundamentally speaking, his existence was more evil and perverted than the Nightmare Art itself...

"It must not be the latter!" Wang Baole touched his nose and felt the demon hiding in the Nightmare Eye Skill again. He thought about it and did not wipe it off immediately, but had a bold idea.

"Do you want to... raise another demon to play?" Wang Baole thought of this, and while he was moved, he felt vaguely that he had forgotten something.

"What did you forget?" Wang Baole murmured for a while, and suddenly his eyes widened.

"Forgot the little donkey!" Wang Baole patted his forehead, quickly opened the storage bracelet, searched for a while, and found the little donkey that he had completely forgotten, hungry, and dying.

After the little donkey was taken out, all four hooves shivered unconsciously. They were obviously so hungry that they could not even breathe. They were dazed in a daze for a while. The half-open eyes gradually flowed down with tears, revealing an indescribable grievance...
Chapter completed!