At this moment, the silence was extremely quiet, and even the sound of breathing disappeared. All the Weiyang tribes around here and the hiding descendants all burst into unprecedented waves in their hearts, and the thunder roared in their minds as if a hundred thousand heavens of thunder exploded.

Spirit Immortal...Death!!

This scene had a huge impact on them, so that everyone could hardly believe it at this moment. In fact... for those Weiyang tribes, their legion commander was already a sky-like figure, and except above the planets, they were basically unshakable.

But now, the pig-headed man in the mask was cut in half in front of everyone, and his body and spirit were destroyed...

The shock brought by this seems to be difficult to express their hearts in a complete way.

Especially as the body of the old man of the Weiyang clan was cut open, a wave of the late stage of the Spirit Immortal also suddenly appeared from his collapsed body, but it was like a flame, and as soon as it appeared, it was extinguished immediately.

This breath seemed to remind everyone around that the killed person... is not an ordinary spiritual immortal, but a late stage of spiritual immortal!!

The old man's soul was wiped out like ashes in the ashes of Wang Baole's magic weapon!

At the same time, a large amount of life breath radiated out at the moment of the old man's death, and the death aura formed by the shattering of his soul went straight to the black nightmare behind Wang Baole.

The black nightmare eye's overdrawn explosion was already covered with blood, as if it was about to collapse, especially in the final struggle and self-destructive resistance of the old man in Weiyang clan, he was damaged again. However, at this moment, he could still see a strong and extreme greed from this eye, as if swallowing alive or like a black hole, which directly absorbed the breath of the passing of life of the old man in Weiyang clan.

This aura is extremely rich in Wang Baole's senses, but it is impossible to see it by outsiders. Even if it covers all directions and completely covers Wang Baole, no one can see the specificity clearly. However... although everyone around them cannot see the fog, when they look at it, Wang Baole is now distorted.

The twisting meaning is amazing, and his figure is blurred, giving people an extremely strange feeling.

This feeling, coupled with the previous shock, made the silence around slowly break by the rapid and rapid sound of inhaling, and what followed was a horror that everyone could not control.

"Die...dead?"

"The Legion Commander... has fallen?"

"This is impossible!!!"

As the voice kept coming out, there were also Weiyang tribes who were quick to react, and their eyes were quickly retreating with fear. Even though Wang Baole seemed to be in a very good state now, no one dared to approach him. His distorted figure was like a demon god, and a trembling and fearful aura appeared in the mystery.

Soon, more and more Weiyang tribes retreated, and finally all the Weiyang tribes surrounding this place dispersed, one by one, fleeing at full speed, trying to leave here.

Even those who came like Wang Baole had many trembling bodies and chose to stay away from here. But in the end, there were still seven or eight people who hesitated because of greed. They just retreated back to the range, but did not leave. Instead, they narrowed their eyes, suppressed their greed in their hearts, and stared at Wang Baole's location.

While these people were watching, Wang Baole, who was emitting a breath of death from the death of the old man from the Weiyang clan, was undergoing a drastic change in his body.

The black nightmare behind him, as he absorbed the breath of death of the old man from the Weiyang clan, recovered rapidly. Under the characteristics of the Nightmare Art, whether willing or not, he had to contribute nearly 90% of his strength. As the nutrients to promote Wang Baole's cultivation breakthrough, as it poured into his body, Wang Baole's body trembled, and his previous injuries were healing rapidly.

First, his collapsed legs gathered back to the naked eye, and then the feeling of weakness caused by his self-destruction was filled at this moment. What's more important is his cultivation level!

After coming to this world, Wang Baole had already killed a lot, but he was always a little different from his cultivation breakthrough. At this moment, as he killed the spirit immortal, he jumped over directly. At this moment, his cultivation seemed to have received unprecedented help, and suddenly broke through!

It is no longer the late stage of the God-Translation, but it has become... the Great Perfection of the God-Translation!

It’s not even the state of just being promoted, but as soon as you step in, you directly reach the peak of Great Perfection. It seems that you are only half a step away from breaking through to the Tongshen Realm and stepping into the Spirit Immortal!

To be precise, at this time he was...

"Fake immortal!" Wang Baole's eyes suddenly opened. As his eyes opened and closed, lightning seemed to radiate from his eyes, roaring around, tearing open the twists around him, and suddenly twisted and collapsed, causing those who had evil intentions to clearly see the light and state in Wang Baole's eyes. There is no longer black behind him, but red light began to radiate, and his eyes that looked purple after neutralizing!

This scene immediately made the seven or eight greedy monks all numb their scalps, and they immediately retreated without any hesitation, and they were about to leave here, but they were still one step too late.

Wang Baole did not move, but the huge purple eyes behind him turned their pupils, and while revealing a strange feeling, they disappeared from behind Wang Baole instantly. With the sound of shrill screams coming from all directions, Wang Baole's brows also frowned. When he looked coldly, the escaped monks in his spiritual sense had withered one by one, and everyone was covered with a large number of eyes that were dissipating at this moment.

"I'm going to retaliate again?" Wang Baole's eyes shone coldly, and his right hand raised towards the empty space in the distance, and grabbed it suddenly. After this grab, the area immediately fluctuated. The huge purple eyes that left his body instantly appeared out of thin air in that area, as if they were struggling, but with the explosion of the sacrificial seeds in Wang Baole's body, the purple eyes were still caught in front of him bit by bit.

"I warned you before." Looking at the purple eyes in front of him, Wang Baole spoke lightly, and after flashing a few times, it slowly faded, as if he had chosen to surrender while measuring.

Obviously, Wang Baole's method of punishing the will in the Nightmare Art before caused a huge shadow on the other party. As for Wang Baole, he narrowed his eyes and was about to speak, but at this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from his ear again!

"Help me...outsiders, help me once!"

The sound this time was much clearer than what Wang Baole heard before, which made Wang Baole instinctively confirm that this sound came from the underground, and the appearance of this sound made his face change.

"Who are you!" Wang Baole suddenly lowered his head and looked at the earth from afar. He not only felt the direction of the sound, but even faintly felt the general direction this time.

Just as Wang Baole looked down at the earth, deep underground, almost the core of this planet, there was a piece of earth fire mud under the thick surface!

In this earth fire molten earth, there is a black tower-shaped altar. The top of hundreds of steps is exactly where the altar is located, where... in three corners, there are three oil lamps that emit faint fire!

Between these three oil lamps, there were two figures sitting cross-legged!

One of them could be seen as an old man, withering all over his body, and his whole aura was extremely weak, as if he was not far from death. There was a huge hole in his dantian, and bursts of colorful light were emitting from the hole. While covering the four directions, you could see that the colorful light was actually a miniature planet!

On the opposite side of him, another person sitting cross-legged and meditating by the colorful light had three heads and six arms, which was the Weiyang clan. This person looked middle-aged, with three heads and all his expressions extremely cold. He raised his right hand, as if he was slowly taking out the colorful planets in the old man's dantian bit by bit.

If other sensible people see this scene, they can see at a glance... the injured old man and the Weiyang clan have both the planetary realm of cultivation, and the former is obviously being refined by the latter!

At this moment, the planetary monk of Weiyang clan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the withered old man in front of him. His eyes flashed with greed, and then turned into sarcasm and spoke in a sneer.
Chapter completed!