The moment the Taoist Youran roared and left, Feng Qiuran looked pale, but he gritted his teeth hard and retreated suddenly as the Weiyang tribe and the enslaved Taoist Palace monks rushed over. While he was pinching his hands, he even bit his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood from his native life.

This blood formed a blood mist, and rushed towards the rushing Weiyang clan and the monks enslaved by the Taoist Palace. The moment it formed a blockade, Feng Qiuran quickly raised his right hand and grabbed it from the air, grabbing the storage bracelet left by Wang Baole's clone after it was destroyed. If it were changed to other times, Taoist Youran would not forget this storage bracelet.

But just now, he was anxious and naturally ignored a lot.

After getting the storage bracelet, Feng Qiuran did not hesitate at all and suddenly retreated. However, although this second level of world was big, she felt despair and misery in her heart. She didn't know where to go, nor how to resolve this crisis.

Looking back, the figures of the Weiyang tribe overlapped with the scenes on the bronze ancient sword in her memory, while those familiar but enslaved Taoist palace monks who lost themselves made her feel a sinner in her bitterness.

"All this... is because I entered this warship. I have obviously guessed that there is a huge possibility of a trap..." Feng Qiuran smiled sadly. At this moment, she admitted that she was indeed not a suitable leader. She knew that her personality was more sensual than rational.

"Taoist Youran!" Feng Qiuran's eyes showed a cold light, and she wanted to make things right and reverse everything, but she was powerless, especially when she saw the figure chasing behind her, there was even more bitterness after Destroyed Zi.

"There is still hope!!" In this bitterness, Feng Qiuran had to make herself stronger. She thought that the power of the world's interference teleportation was weakened by unknown reasons just now, and Taoist Youran's reaction was strong. All this made her see some hope, even if the hope was very slim.

At the same time, while Feng Qiuran was galloping here, Zhao Yameng hid in a mountain in another area. She tried her best to use all the formation patterns that she could now condense to hide her figure. While she grabbed the teleportation talisman in her hand, adjusting her breathing, her eyes were firm and determined, waiting for the opportunity to come.

She was worried about Wang Baole, but she understood that staying here with her cultivation would not only be of no use, but would distract Wang Baole. At the same time, she understood more clearly that it was her mission to inform the Federation of everything here!

"Baole..." As he murmured, Zhao Yameng sighed softly, closed his eyes, and waited silently.

At the same time, in this second level world, there was not only Feng Qiuran's battlefield. In fact, most of the monks from Feng Qiuran's lineage fell for various reasons after entering this second level and were separated, and some were sealed. After all, the Weiyang tribe on this warship was not only You Ran.

This trap and hunt designed by the Weiyang tribe actually began as soon as everyone entered. At this moment, Ru Chilin and others were like this, some were trapped, while others were sacrificed to flesh and blood.

As for the monk Jiedan, most of them died. It is obvious that for them, the level of danger here is so great that they can't fight against them at all, but there are still some who are similar to Zhao Yameng. They felt that something was wrong and hid.

Kong Dao is like this. He is good at sneak attacks and naturally is good at hiding. Although this warship is in crisis step by step, he was only in the ancient martial arts realm. He was able to survive in the wilderness of Mars, so he naturally has his own unique features.

At this moment, although he was in the second level of the world, he was not on the ground, but found a cave. There was no golden lake in this cave, and naturally it was not where Wang Baole was. However, there were some objects that looked like escape poles. Although many of them were damaged, some seemed to be able to use them.

The hole, which really couldn't find a way out, simply gritted his teeth and hid in an escape cabin to avoid the pursuit.

While the crowd fled, a loud roar came from above the third cave where the Death Trail battle suits were located. While the sound spread all over the world, Wang Baole, who had become a fat man in the golden lake, was trembling all over his body, but his eyes showed madness, and the sacrificial species in his body were running rapidly.

"Hurry up!!" Wang Baole roared in his heart, extremely anxious. The spiritual energy in the Weiyang tribe's war suit was too amazing. Although there was a sharing of the seeds and the absorption of its natal sword sheath, the spiritual energy in the war suit was still amazing. Wang Baole's great perfect cultivation level could not absorb too much. The most important thing is that he has the current crisis. He has no time to attack his cultivation level and try to break through. After all, the spiritual energy needs to be retreated without being disturbed before he can finally succeed.

On the other hand, the more the spiritual energy in the dead Tao war suit goes back, the slower it will absorb.

The repulsive force emitted from it is always disturbing and preventing it from being absorbed. This can be seen as the instinctive protection of the battle suit, so even if Wang Baole's seed is operating to the extreme, it is difficult to improve the absorption efficiency too much.

Seeing this, Wang Baole immediately made a gesture anxiously, and suddenly an overlapping shadow appeared in his body. Another thunder clone instantly walked out and rushed towards the cicada pupa above.

At the same time, Wang Baole's candle-snatching imperial armor was also transformed. It was because his body had absorbed it to the extreme, and it was replaced by the candle-snatching power of the imperial armor and absorbed it again!

The Zhushu imperial armor is like Wang Baole's other body, especially the Zhushu power combined with the devouring seed. Although the speed cannot be increased too much, it can maintain a balance, causing a large amount of spiritual energy to continue to pour into the imperial armor. This imperial armor also emits increasingly dazzling light with the naked eye.

If you continue to absorb, give Wang Baole some time, without too much. Even for an hour, it will reduce the interference power here to a greater extent. Wang Baole doesn't know whether it can meet the teleportation requirements, but he understands that as long as he absorbs more and weakens the interference power here, the greater the possibility of Zhao Yameng's success!

However... the decline of the power of the warship itself has caused the shock of Taoist Youran. At this moment, his speed is so fast that he directly blasted the soil all the way. After Wang Baole Zhuzhu's imperial armor absorbed less than twenty breaths, the rock wall of the cave collapsed and exploded!

As a large amount of gravel and soil splashed everywhere, Taoist Youran rushed out in an instant with an angry figure. After entering this cave, he instantly saw the huge figure under Wang Baole's candle-snatching imperial armor in the golden lake. He cherished the ultimate death Taoist suit, beside the candle-snatching emperor armor!

I also saw that the dead Taoist battle suit was obviously much darker, and the skin looked a little wrinkled, especially one arm was left with only a layer of skin. While hanging there, Wang Baole under the Zhunshu Emperor's armor was still crazily absorbing the spiritual energy in the battle suit.

This scene immediately made Taoist Youran crazy. In fact, all his calculations, whether it was to attract Taoist monks or enslave them, were ultimately to complete the sacrifice at the minimum cost. After all, although his cultivation was wise, there were also some subordinates of the Weiyang clan in the warship.

But both him and other Weiyang tribes had no recovery from their injuries. The battle was acceptable, but it could not last long. At the same time, the warships were unable to exert their true strength due to the lack of fusion conditions with the battle suit.

The Taoist Palace is not sure whether it is its own formation, Milienzi and Feng Qiuran, Taoist Youran is not sure. The most important thing is that he does not want to pay a heavy price to exchange for all this.

That's why this trap came into this time. His plan was to enslave first, and then use the motivation to sacrifice to the living at any time, so that he could integrate into the battle clothes for a short time no matter how long he was.

Thus, he can drive the dead-trail warship to the greatest extent, enter the Federation and continue to sacrifice until the entire Federation is sacrificed, and he can truly integrate with the dead-trail warship!

Now, his plan is going well, but the dead Taoist war suit, which is the source of his plan, has been absorbed so much, which is simply more painful than cutting off his flesh and makes Taoist Youran crazy!

"Damn, how did he come in!!" Taoist Youran's eyes turned red in an instant, his scalp exploded, and he roared angrily.
Chapter completed!