In the central domain of Weiyang, outside the Styx, the army of the Nether tribe and the Weiyang tribe alliance were fighting, with huge fighting sounds, countless magical powers, and the fluctuations of Taoism spread all directions.

At this moment, at the moment when Wang Baole raised and fell, the Dishan and Taoist Yang on the battlefield, the ancestor of the Demon Eye Clan, and the Burial Spirit of the Ming Sect all felt fluctuating and looked at them together.

Compared with the three Weiyang tribes, the feeling of burying spirits is stronger because... his original body is a burying spirit tree, and the tree is a plant and tree, which is originally among the wooden paths.

Even though Wang Baole's wooden path only enveloped the holy realm of the Left Dao, as the Taoist rhyme spread before the arrival of this moment, the Burial Spirit still felt strong suppression and the rolling mind.

But he didn't have many surprises, or to be precise, there were not many people here in Zhan Ling... After seeing Wang Baole and Xuanhua touching each other, they noticed the fundamental people.

The reason why other divine emperors could not see through was that they were not practicing the wooden path, but... the wooden path of the burial spirit made him more clear about why Xuanhua immediately went into seclusion after returning.

Because... Xuanhua himself practiced is also a wooden path!

No matter how strange or change the fifteen petals of black lotus are, it is difficult to change its essence...

Therefore, even though Xuanhua himself is in the universe, he was still shaken in the moment he touched Wang Baole, and a sense of shock that outsiders could not feel and could not understand.

Zang Ling understood all this, so he did not hesitate at all. At the moment when Wang Baole's Taoist rhyme spread, he immediately retreated. His instinct told himself that he could not approach Wang Baole.

His deepest feeling was that the other party was like a vortex. Once he approached, he would be swallowed up, and the aura contained in the vortex was like the source of his own Tao.

The suppression that seemed to exist naturally, like a class, made him feel powerless. Unless he could rebel from the scriptures or Wang Baole was killed, this suppression would always exist and become stronger and stronger.

"I think Xuanhua feels this way at this moment!"

And while he was retreating here, murderous intent burst out in Dishan's eyes. At this moment, the ripples echoed in the starry sky at the end of his gaze. Wang Baole, wearing a white dress, walked out of the void step by step with his long hair, and his figure seemed to be drawn, first with an outline, then clear, until he stepped on the battlefield.

At the moment of his appearance, his Taoist rhyme had already dispersed and enveloped all directions, causing both sides of the battlefield, whether it was the Ming Sect or the Weiyang Clan Alliance, even if their heavenly laws were different, the power of the five elements was the foundation, so they would have some. Therefore, almost all the monks on both sides changed their expressions and retreated one after another.

The feeling of burial inspiration was even more obvious. Even after seeing it with his own eyes, he felt an urge to pay homage in his heart. Fortunately, his cultivation was profound and forced to suppress it with the help of the Underworld Sect, and his body quickly retreated.

This scene made Di Shan narrow his eyes slightly. As for the Taoist Yang and the Ancestor of Demon Pupils, their pupils contracted. Although Wang Baole's appearance was not very strange, it caused such fluctuations after it appeared. This... they both couldn't do it.

What shocked these two people even more, and even shocked everyone here, especially the Weiyang tribe, was that in the second breath after Wang Baole walked out, the ripples around the starry sky rose again, and a shrill roar seemed to echo in everyone's mind. Nothingness was instantly distorted. A huge golden beetle, with its supreme power, and even a fluctuation that made the souls of sentient beings tremble, suddenly appeared!

This... is the way of heaven for the Weiyang clan.

Because of Wang Baole's arrival, it appeared on its own, with madness in its eyes, and there was even more roaring at Wang Baole, as if resenting Wang Baole that deprived the authority of the wood that belonged to it!

"Noisy!" Wang Baole looked as usual. After looking around, he spoke lightly towards the roaring heaven, and raised his right hand and pointed at him.

This god-like way of heaven in the minds of others is just a pet raised by others. Others can't do anything about it, but not including him. The gathering of wood seeds has made Wang Baole's own position reach an extremely high level. Therefore, under this finger, the suppression suddenly appeared, which immediately caused the Weiyang clan's heavenly way to retreat rapidly. Although he was still roaring, he was already afraid.

This scene also caused greater fluctuations in the hearts of the monks on both sides, especially the Taoist Yang and the Ancestor Demon Pupil, which were even more roaring in their hearts. They could not imagine why they were all fighting powers of the quasi-divine emperors, but Wang Baole... here made them feel trembling in their hearts.

You know, even when facing Dishan, both of them had never felt this way. Looking at the entire Weiyang Dao Domain, they only had similar feelings between Chen Qingzi and Weiyang Ancestor.

And just as the two of them were trembling in their hearts, the murderous intent in Dishan exploded with a bang. His body stepped forward and blurred in an instant. When he appeared the next moment, he suddenly stood in front of Wang Baole. With his right hand raised, his palm suddenly pressed towards Wang Baole.

The moment he pressed his palm, a huge peak towering into the clouds suddenly appeared behind him, and his cultivation even exploded. The Taoist intention of the universe spreads everywhere and spreads to the starry sky, making this place directly enveloped in some kind of blockade. In this area, the Tao of Emperor Mountain will reach its extreme, while the Tao of others will be infinitely suppressed.

"Children with yellow mouth!!"

Wang Baole looked calm. Faced with the attack from the universe, he did not dodge. He raised his right hand and waved forward. Suddenly, the wooden path outside his body transformed, affecting all directions, causing hundreds of thousands of monks on both sides to shake their bodies on the battlefield. Most of the monks actually had green silk threads scattered out!

This is the law of the Wooden Path. Because the five elements are the foundation, most monks must have contact with it in their lives. As long as they come into contact, they will have traces of themselves. Unless they can be cut off by a thread like Wang Baole, these traces of the Wooden Path can become their own power in Wang Baole's perception.

At this moment, a little lure was suddenly drawn, and the green silk that radiated from most of the hundreds of thousands of cultivators came straight to Wang Baole, and suddenly surrounded him in front of him, forming a whirlpool. While roaring in all directions, it also directly wrapped around the palm pressed by Dishan and the huge peak behind him.

For a moment, even Dishan Mountain felt like it was bound. After snorting coldly, the rocks collapsed on their own and were about to suppress it again, but Wang Baole's figure had already walked out and disappeared from the spot.

Just as he disappeared, the faces of Taoist Taoist and the ancestor of Demon Pupil changed drastically. The two of them did not hesitate at all and quickly retreated, but... it was still a little late, and Wang Baole's figure appeared directly next to Taoist Taoist Taoist. With indifference, he raised his right hand and pointed to the location where Taoist Taoist was before. Although it was empty at the moment, there were two faint words from Wang Baole's mouth echoing around.

"The waning moon."

With the appearance of these two words, Taoist Yang looked shocked. Even if he had a great cultivation level, he seemed to be restricted. Time twisted outside his body appeared, and his figure seemed to be reversed by time, and he disappeared in an instant. He appeared... dozens of breaths ago, where he was!

It was also... the place where Wang Baole's finger fell down at this moment, so his fingers... fell directly on the eyebrows of Taoist Yang!

boom!
Chapter completed!