The man with a green robe was wearing a mask with a cow's head. At the same time, the coldness and murderous intent radiated in his eyes seemed to reduce the temperature around him, making people instinctively want to retreat and not want to compete with him.

Wang Baole blinked and glanced at the big man. When he was about to take it back, the big man seemed to have some special emotions towards the pig's head. After paying attention to Wang Baole's gaze, he glared suddenly and sneered directly.

"The last time I participated in this mission, it was a matter of disliked by the person wearing this mask. He killed this person. Do you want to find you to take office?"

Wang Baole raised his eyebrows. If he hadn't just come here, he would have fought when he was not familiar with the surroundings. Time was limited, and with his temper, he would have kicked him directly at this moment.

Of course, it had nothing to do with him not be able to see the other party's cultivation level, so Wang Baole snorted in his heart, turned around and left without opening his mouth, and flew towards the distance in a flash.

When the man noticed the other party's departure, the big man snorted and said contemptuously.

"Cowloon guy..." He originally wanted to say the four words "Cowloon guy", but before the last word could be said, Wang Baole's speed exploded instantly. Even if there was a mask covering his cultivation, outsiders could not see the fluctuations, but his speed was so fast that he could clearly judge his cultivation to a certain extent.

Especially Wang Baole was already a bit amazing in speed. Although his cultivation level was only in the late stage of the God-Transporting God, the explosion at this moment gave people the feeling that it was almost the same as the Great Perfection of the God-Transporting God. So the bull-headed man shrank his eyes and said the last word.

Others around also felt the cultivation level represented by Wang Baole's speed. One by one, many people were galloping around, with all kinds of speeds, which were as slow as the early stage of the God-State. As for the fastest... there were four people who actually burst out the speed of the Spirit Immortal.

And these four cultivators who were as fast as the spirit immortals, were not visible before, and were hiding in the crowd. At this moment, the big bull-headed man began to sweat on his forehead.

"This time there is a spiritual immortal!" The man suddenly regretted his previous arrogance. At this moment, he was embarrassed and afraid, so he immediately retreated and left quickly.

In this way, more than 200 people who came here dispersed and disappeared into the white desert.

This desert is very desolate. Although there are vegetation, there are not many. Most of them look withered, like the vitality and spiritual energy of the entire star are passing by rapidly.

At the same time, the more he flew to the depths, the more Wang Baole felt the reduction of spiritual energy here, and his feelings were very obvious, because in just a moment, he vaguely realized that the level of spiritual energy activity of this star was much weaker than just now.

"This speed is probably at most three or five days... This star will become a dead star!" Wang Baole was shocked and was about to speed up to fly farther area and was about to check it in detail. Suddenly... At this moment, a faint sound suddenly echoed in his ear.

"External people... help me..."

The voice was extremely old, revealing a strong sense of weakness, as if the old man was dying, using his last life to call faintly.

Wang Baole's face changed. Instead, his body did not stop, but instead accelerated to change positions in an instant. Then his spiritual consciousness dispersed and swept across the four directions. He swept through the sky above or the earth below, but he did not gain anything.

As for the faint voice, it disappeared after it appeared in his mind once and never came again, which made Wang Baole a little surprised.

"Illusion? Impossible!" Wang Baole narrowed his eyes, pondered and looked at the dry earth below, and thought to himself whether it was the sound of this star. Although he had never heard of this, there seemed to be no better explanation than this, unless... there is a strong man with too much cultivation than Wang Baole, hiding here.

No matter which one it was, Wang Baole didn't want to stay here, so he exploded again, quickly left this area, and galloped towards a further area for about a stick of incense, and the edge of the desert and... ruins at that edge appeared in front of him.

Judging from the architectural style of the ruins, it is different from the Federation and the Divine Eye civilization. The shape is triangular. At this moment, during the collapse, you can see many dried corpses and remains, which look similar to humans, but their bones are larger.

Obviously, this place used to be a place of residence or a sect, but now it has been slaughtered. Judging from the corpse, it should not have been slaughtered for a long time.

"At most one month?" Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. After being silent, he looked around. His body suddenly changed. He had four arms and two heads grew. He also wrapped the pig's head mask and turned into other appearances. He seemed to be no longer the person who came here to perform missions, but became the Weiyang clan!

After trying to cough, he said a few words to the Weiyang tribe in his heart and asked himself to pick up the familiarity he had once, Wang Baole continued to fly forward, no longer cautious, but rushed around the desert like a rampage. When he arrived at the plain area, his speed was about to speed up, but suddenly his expression moved and he looked to the right.

While he was looking at him, there was a whistling sound at the end of the direction where his eyes were looking, and a grim smile echoed. Soon, the figures of seven Weiyang monks appeared. They galloped and laughed at each other, especially the one surrounded by them, holding a slender young man in his hand, grasping his head, and wondering what kind of magic was used. A burst of black hair scattered from the boy's seven orifices and merged into the palm of the Weiyang clan's hand. Their expression was pleasant. On the contrary, the expression was the boy's expression, which was extremely shrill, with blue veins and blood vessels on his face, and the eyes were filled with extreme pain and resentment.

When Wang Baole looked at them, these figures that appeared in his eyes also noticed Wang Baole and immediately paused. One of them looked carefully at Wang Baole's clothes, with a little confused look in his eyes and spoke loudly.

"Which team is yours?"

Wang Baole ignored it, but carefully identified it and confirmed that the cultivation level of these seven or eight people was only two of them, and the others were Nascent Soul, and the strongest monk who looked like a team leader was just after the mid-stage of the God-Shi. He nodded with satisfaction and spoke.

"I'm from your team."

As soon as he spoke, the other party was stunned. Wang Baole's body suddenly moved, and his speed was so fast that he burst out, forming a blurry mist that swept away.

His speed was so fast that among the seven or eight people, only the team leader reacted, and his expression changed drastically and retreated rapidly. However, the others..., including the early stage of the God-Transporting God, had no time to dodge, and were instantly covered by the fog turned into by Wang Baole. Even the screams were not even enough, and their bodies withered in an instant, everything in life was absorbed by the imperial armor, and their souls were taken away by the Nightmare Artifact, and they were directly destroyed in the fog...both body and spirit!

As for the captain who was horrified and seemed to have avoided the fog, he could not escape. He was grabbed by a big hand from the fog, just as this person was going to pinch the boy's head. With the gloomy word "Search for Soul", the captain's eyes suddenly opened wide and screamed in a shrill voice.

But the scream was only heard, and his figure was covered with fog, making the sound as if it was covered and could no longer be heard. Until a while later, when the fog gathered together and turned into Wang Baole's figure again, a strange light appeared in Wang Baole's eyes. Through the soul search, he learned a lot of news about the star!

For example... With the massacre of this star a month ago, the Weiyang clan troops have left. Now, only one barracks are like more than 30,000 monks, responsible for handling and aftermath.

Although this barracks are somewhat ranged from here, at Wang Baole's speed, one hour is enough to reach.

For example, in this barracks, the most advanced cultivation group is the Weiyang clan in the late stage of Lingxian, and... there is only this Lingxian. There was originally a planet here, but only a month ago, according to the news from this team leader, the Planet ancestor had other things and had left early.

"Barrison camp..." Wang Baole licked his lips. He felt his cultivation level. With the killing just now, his cultivation level was obviously more active. At the same time, he looked down at the young man who had exhausted his energy. The young man looked at Wang Baole with gratitude in his eyes. He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but he couldn't say it, and slowly lost his breath.

Looking at the boy, Wang Baole sighed in his heart, raised his right hand and waved it, lifted up dust to bury him, his body suddenly flew out, his appearance changed to the appearance of the squad leader, heading straight to the direction of the barracks, and galloped away.
Chapter completed!