The sound that Wang Baole deliberately changed was hoarse and even more rebellious. This was the voice he imitated from the big tree back then. The moment he entered the warship, all the monks in the warship immediately burst out in the depths of their minds, and their ears were deafening, and their faces suddenly changed.

As for those monks who had pills, they couldn't bear it. Their seven orifices were bleeding, their minds were shaken, and even their cultivation was strongly suppressed. Even the Nascent Soul, whose cultivation was one level higher than them, was spewing out a mouthful of blood under the roar of his mind, and his body was shaking, and he had to hold on to the wall beside him.

Only the elder with the highest cultivation level among them could barely support it, but blood was leaking from the corners of his mouth, his face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with horror.

All this is a long story, but in fact, from the incarnation of Wang Baole, which has no substance, rushing towards him like a demon, until everyone collapsed under his voice, everything happened in the lightning and fire!

The next moment, before everyone could react, waves of black air visible to the naked eye oozed out from the walls around the warship, causing black smoke to immediately linger in the entire warship. The black smoke carried a terrifying aura, and even corroded the warship wherever it passed.

In the blink of an eye, the black gas leaped out rapidly and rushed directly to the people in the battleship. It seemed that all resistance and struggle were useless in front of them. In an instant, the black gas penetrated into everyone's bodies, rolled up their storage bags and magic weapons, and returned in an instant.

Even if some magic weapons, such as jade pendants, are hung around the neck, or some special treasures are kept in the body, they cannot escape the claws and are directly plundered by the black air. In the end, the black air with a large number of storage bags and magic weapons quickly condensed in the open space in front of everyone, and a vague figure formed in an instant!

This figure, composed of mist, only has a rough outline, and there is a large amount of flocculent smoke outside the body, which continue to expand and contract. While it looks shocking, two red lights suddenly bloom from the blurred face of the figure, looking at the people who have lost all their belongings.

Almost as the foggy figure looked at everyone, his eyes seemed to have substance, and immediately roared in everyone's minds.

There were even gusts of cold wind sweeping across the warship, and an endless stream of ice cold enveloped the entire range of the warship. The cold breath felt cold in the body, but the soul was the opposite, as if it was burned. These two different feelings were reflected in all the monks, and the strangeness and horror formed was even stronger. Those monks with elixirs could no longer bear it and fell into a coma.

The same was true for several Nascent Souls. They had to use their full strength to resist the double pain of the soul and body. Even the elder spitted out a mouthful of blood, holding the handle of the seat beside him, and his voice was filled with horror, and he forced his mouth.

"We are disciples of Wanling Sect, and the Supreme Elder of our Sect is Gongsun Hou, senior..."

"Noisy!" Before the elder could finish his words, a cold snorted immediately from the black mist figure. This cold snorted beyond the sky thunder and once again raging wildly in everyone's minds, making the Nascent Soul Elder could no longer hold on. As the blood squirted, the black mist figure raised his right hand in a blurry manner and waved it suddenly.

With this wave, a powerful force suddenly burst out, forming a whirlpool leading to the outside in the battleship, emitting violent suction force, which directly sucked everyone here and sucked them all into it like swallowing.

When they appeared, these monks were already in the atmosphere outside the warship. The strong wind was rumbled, trembling. They were in sight, and their warships exploded at this moment and disappeared in an instant!

It is obvious that the entire robbery process, from the beginning to the end, was too fast, so most of the people trembling in the cold wind, were confused in their eyes, as if they were a little unbelievable. As star pirates, they were loaded outside, and after returning to their mother planet, they were robbed by others!

Only the elder in charge of leading the team roared over ten breaths and let out a heartbreaking roar, his eyes turned red, he ignored the same clan around him, his body swayed and burst out at full speed, heading straight down!

Even when he rushed out, when no one saw it, he raised his right hand and slapped his chest hard, making his injuries even worse. After looking extremely miserable, he vomited blood while galloping in the atmosphere at the agreed meeting point with the sect.

The moment he rushed out of the atmosphere and reached the convergence point, he immediately saw dozens of cultivators coming to his sect to pick him up, so he quickly made an extremely miserable voice.

"Sect Master, Sun is guilty and is still unable to protect the stability of the warship due to severe damage... Our warship... was robbed!!"

While saying this, the old man seemed to be unable to suppress his injuries. Blood gushed in the air, and his body could not support the flight. He fell down directly. He was caught by his fellow sects who came to pick him up not far away. While he was healing his wounds and asking carefully about the situation, a middle-aged monk in the crowd immediately took out a jade slip and quickly sent a message.

The next moment, the color of the world changed, and as the wind and clouds rolled back, a figure directly broke through the air from a distance. The storm roared everywhere, shocking everyone. The figure was directly revealed in front of the elder surnamed Sun. He was a man with a body that was obviously much taller than ordinary people. He had a violent cultivation level in the early stage of the God-Stage, and was Sun Hou, the husband of the Supreme Elder of the Wanling Sect!

"What happened?" The big man spoke in a low voice with a deterrence in his eyes.

Facing the Supreme Elder of his sect, the old man surnamed Sun trembled in his heart and quickly said it quickly. After listening to the whole thing, Gongsun Hou's eyes showed a strong murderous intent, his hair was windless, and it was obvious that his inner anger had already risen at this moment.

"Dare to rob my Wanling Sect's warship? Seeking death!!" Gongsun Hou raised his right hand directly, and with a sudden grip, a thunder came out of nowhere, directly condensed in his palm, turning into an electric arc and terrifying aura. When he swung it, the thunder ball flew directly into the atmosphere and exploded, forming a channel that was opened.

The next moment, Gongsun Hou, with a turbulent anger, stepped directly into the passage with his body, and his spiritual sense spread out rumblingly. His hands even made gestures to lock the direction of his own sect's warship according to some special magic formula and galloped to chase after him!

At the same time, in the crazy pursuit of the Supreme Elder of Wanling Sect, in the atmosphere that had a certain range from here, in the warship of Wanling Sect, Wang Baole's figure changed from fog to Zhuo Yixian's appearance. Looking at the several storage bags opened by him in front of him, his eyes widened and ecstasy showed in his eyes.

"Xingxu Stone!"

"It's developed!!" Wang Baole was excited and excited, and ignored the little donkey who was licking his tongue and looking forward to it. He waved his hand and put away all the storage bags, and then his eyes fell on the battleship that he simply controlled.

"There must be something hidden by the other party in this battleship... But it would be a pity if you give up like this..." Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and waved his body to take action immediately.

With his attainments in refining weapons and his practical experience in the Shengtao Sect for more than half a year, he began to dismantle frantically. Due to insufficient manpower, Wang Baole had no time to make puppets during this period. He simply relied on the origin method to directly divide several clones who did not have too strong combat power and dismantle them with him.

The first thing to be dismantled was the magic weapon in the core area, followed by the power star source of the warship, followed by protection and attack... Soon, with the cooperation of Wang Baole and his clone, he was familiar with the battleship from the inside. The principle he adhered to was as much as possible, which one is easier to dismantle, and which one is the most expensive one will be dismantled first.

"Spiritual spiral ring? Removed!"

"Survey kit? Good thing, removed!"

"A small component made of fog stone? This thing is rare, it's removed!"

Wang Baole became more and more excited as he dismantled, and the little donkey was also happy. With Wang Baole dismantling, it was inevitable that it would be damaged. This was the best snack for it, so he kept biting the scraps and enjoying himself...

In this way, half an hour passed, and while the battleship was galloping wildly in the atmosphere, under the crazy pursuit of the Gongsun Hou of Wanling Sect, the battleship was broken by Wang Baole and the little donkey, and was destroyed and eaten with all its dismantle and ate, and about 30% of it was wiped out!

In the end, Wang Baole finally restrained his greed. After filling all the storage bags, including the robbed, he had to regretfully finish dismantling them. He waved his body with the donkey and turned into a void penetrating warship and flew directly away. After losing 30% of the components, the warship, especially lacking power, not only slowed down, but also left the atmosphere and fell to the ground below... like a meteor!
Chapter completed!