The skin of this fist is green, filled with runes that give people a sense of darkness. It seems to be from the Yellow Springs of Hell. At this moment, nothingness is broken and when it comes to the world, it seems that the entire world cannot hold on. Therefore, the sky seems to be about to break, making the whole world, at this moment, only this huge fist and the horror at that moment, even the pale face, and the extremely desperate in the eyes... Horse-faced monk!!

The face of the horse-faced monk was distorted. He waved his hands directly while pinching his hands. A jade pendant suddenly penetrated out of his heavenly spirit. The jade pendant looked like an illusory spirit body, emitting a dazzling light. After it appeared, it fell in front of the horse-faced monk. It transformed and turned into a jade monument of a hundred feet in size!

Spread out colorful light to block the fist!

After all, the horse-faced monk was a Nascent Soul. He struggled and resisted in the face of desperate situations. In the blink of an eye, the vast fist that replaced the sky directly hit the jade monument!!

Although this jade stele is large, it is only relatively speaking. From a distance, the jade stele is not even as good as a needle in front of this fist. Its fragility does not have time to reveal a crack that can be seen by the naked eye, and it collapses and becomes ashes!!

It is really the power of the underworld used by Wang Baole in this underworld weapon. Even though the entire underworld weapon has been lost more than 90%, this is... a top-grade divine weapon after all!!

The power of the top-grade divine weapon, even if it is only a small number, is enough to crush the Nascent Soul cultivator!!

Theoretically, if Wang Baole's body is huge enough to move the underworld directly away, then he can also show such power in the outside world, but this is obviously impossible. Unless the underworld recovers to a certain level and can change its size freely, it is destined that Wang Baole can only stimulate its destructive power within this underworld.

At this moment, while the jade monument collapsed, the horse-faced monk screamed. If it was possible to go back to the past, then the horse-faced monk would definitely not be close to Mars. It was really the underworld weapon in Mars, giving him an irresistible supreme power!

"Senior, calm down... I... I'm just a little Yuanying..." The horse-faced monk's voice trembled. During the begging for mercy, his body regressed without decreasing. A huge pink cloth strip appeared outside his body during the gesture. The cloth strip looked like a ribbon, surrounding him. It seemed to be inconsistent with him when he looked, but at this moment, the horse-faced monk didn't care about anything else and took out this piece of magic weapon he didn't want to use, but it was the most protective magic weapon he had.

As the ribbon rotated, waves of repulsive force radiated, as if repelling all the power, all breaths, and everything approaching. At the same time, the horse-faced monk still felt unstable. He bit his tongue and spewed out a wisp of blood. A blood-colored bat formed in front of him. The bat screamed, and his wings suddenly opened. His figure instantly expanded, and it turned into dozens of feet in size, making the wings extremely large. With the horse-faced monk as the center, the bat wings suddenly retracted and enveloped the horse-faced monk.

At the same time, dozens of magic weapons of different appearances were also taken out by the horse-faced monk. At this critical moment of life and death, he had already fought for everything, and the begging for mercy in his mouth never stopped.

But all this was in vain. Almost the moment the horse-faced monk retreated, the huge fist collapsed the jade monument and fell down with a magnificent momentum!!

The dozens of magic weapons collapsed in an instant, and the blood-colored bat could not even make a sound. Whether it was its wings or body, it seemed to be wiped out, turning into flesh and blood to dissipate. The exposed ribbons outside the body of the monk with horse-faced face, even if it was full of repulsion, were like a weak woman who met a strong man with a weight several times higher than her...

As the ribbon was bent directly and rolled back on the horse-faced monk. A force that crushed everything suddenly exploded. From a distance, it seemed as if the sky bombarded the earth. There was no sign of the horse-faced monk at all. All his traces of existence turned into ashes...

Until a while, as the huge fist slowly lifted up, it gradually dissipated, and the flesh and blood became souls, landed in the sea, and the white bones scattered and piled up into islands!

The first floor of the underground world has returned to normal... Only the storage bag and the ribbon and other objects seemed to be pulled, floating up to an open place on the Soul Sea. After being grabbed by a sudden stretch of hand, a figure in a black robe slowly revealed. There was a light oar in front of the figure, sitting cross-legged on the lonely boat. At this moment, silently retracting the raised hand holding the storage bag and other objects, lowering his head, and allowing the lonely boat to slowly move away on the Soul Sea.

As Wang Baole's figure disappeared, in the third floor of the underground world, the world of the city was filled with the city. At this moment, the leader of the three alien monks, the man with a centipede on his face, looked around with an extremely ugly expression.

Unlike the other two, the place where the leader is located is the third floor underground, but it is sealed in an area less than a hundred feet away. The edge of this area is covered with a gray translucent light curtain. No matter how this man takes action, he cannot open the curtain and is directly trapped here!

In fact, he was here since he was swallowed by the ghost head before. Compared to his two subordinates, the man with centipedes on his face had richer experience and experience. He almost instantly determined that this was not triggering the restriction, but that there were enemies who wanted to defeat one by one, so controlling the power emitted by the underworld weapon, it was obvious that his two subordinates should be in danger.

After all, if this unknown opponent dares to take the initiative, he must be quite sure.

"Is it the spirit of the weapon, or... the fat man who is about to be skinned!!" The man's face was gloomy, and he seemed calm, but in fact the anxiety in his heart was already burning his mind like a fire. The sense of life and death crisis was also radiating from every inch of flesh and blood throughout his body, as if every cell in his body was screaming and telling him to leave as soon as possible!

"Separating the three of me means that the existence behind the scenes is not sure to deal with the three of us at the same time... But as this analysis, this person's combat power is limited. If it is that fat man, it means that he does not have enough mastery of this underworld weapon, or... this underworld weapon is either broken or its cultivation cannot be supported!" The centipede man narrowed his eyes and while analyzing, he waited, and when he realized that there was a stick of incense and no one was concerned about it, he had already confirmed that his two subordinates were indeed in danger.

"Is this the last thing I want to deal with me..." The big man showed cruelty in his eyes. He knew very well that timidity was meaningless. At the same time, he could become a star pirate with his Nascent Soul cultivation. This itself is closely related to his decisiveness and ferocity.

"Then, I'll wait!" The big man sneered, suppressing his inner anxiety, and putting himself to death. He looked around again, his spiritual consciousness dispersed, checked around, and confirmed his arrangement, his heart calmed down.

In fact, since he came here, when he found that he could not open the protection, he decisively began to make numerous arrangements here. Whether it was the formation he carried or some disposable elixirs and magic weapons, he had all set up traps and spread over a hundred feet of area.

At this moment, just as he checked the arrangement and felt a little calm in his heart, his expression suddenly moved, as if he heard the whispering sound from the outside world. The sound floated from a distance and gradually became clear.

"When heaven and earth separate, the cycle of destiny ends..."

"If you want to know the cause of the previous life, the recipient of this life is..."

"If you want to know the fruit of the next life, the one who does this life is..."

Listening to this strange murmur like a song, the man's heart couldn't help but be beating faster, and even his soul became unstable. His eyes were blurred. In awe, he bit his tongue suddenly and recovered from the severe pain. He breathed rapidly and looked up at the protection outside. His eyes contracted directly. From his eyes, he could see that the world outside the protective light curtain became dark. At this moment, as the song came, a long river appeared!!

The river water merges with the night, but you can see clearly and even look carefully, you can see countless souls in the river water, just like the first layer of the soul sea flowing into this place and becoming the soul river!

If it were just the Soul River, the eyes of this centipede man would not have been contracted. There was no doubt that in this Soul River... At this moment, there was a black lonely boat coming slowly!

On the lonely boat, Wang Baole, who was sitting cross-legged there, stood up for the first time. As his right hand was raised, the light oars that were always in front of him also rose and fell in his hands.

"It's really you're pretending to be a ghost!" The centipede man showed a fierce light in his eyes, and he shouted softly, recognizing Wang Baole!

Wang Baole smiled slightly, waved the light oar in his hand casually, imitating the master in Mingmeng, and a erratic sound came from his mouth.
Chapter completed!