If he had changed his original body here, Wang Baole might have said that he would not dare, but now his original Dharma body is almost the same as not to mention that all poisons are not invaded. It is not that there are things that can poison his Dharma body in this world, but its value is so great that few people will be willing to take it out and poison themselves.

So Wang Baole raised his eyebrows and immediately burst into laughter. He was very heroic, and he looked like he was not afraid of life and death, or he didn't know what life and death were.

"Long Nanzi naturally wants to drink the wine of fellow Ku Ling Daoist!" As he said that, Wang Baole's body shook and turned into a long rainbow, rushing towards the meteorite layer ahead, and quickly passed among the meteorites. He didn't even look at the monks of the Ziwu Legion who were eyeing him around him, and directly shuttled through the five fake immortals and arrived at the meteorite where Ku Ling Daoist was sitting.

Without any restraint, after coming here, Wang Baole simply sat opposite him, picked up the wine glass on the table, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, regardless of whether the wine was good or not, and he was amazed.

"Good wine!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the Ku Ling Taoist opposite him showed a gleam in his eyes. He looked at Wang Baole carefully for a few glances, put down the animal bones in his hand, and regardless of the greasiness in his hand, he picked up his wine glass and drank it, and spoke lightly.

"Long Nanzi, with your false immortal cultivation level, you dare to challenge my Second Legion. Are you looking for death?"

"You'll know if you try it?" Wang Baole laughed, picked up the wine pot and poured himself a glass.

"What if you lose?" The Ku Ling Taoist continued to ask.

"It shouldn't be lost." Wang Baole finished drinking the wine in the glass and licked his lips. He was right about the wine before, but it really tasted extraordinary.

"What if I win?" The Ku Ling Taoist spoke again.

"After winning, you must naturally prepare and challenge the First Legion." Wang Baole blinked and looked at the Ku Ling Taoist.

The Ku Ling Taoist narrowed his eyes and stared at Wang Baole for a while. After a while, he suddenly laughed, his right hand slowly raised, and his cultivation level exploded at this moment. The momentum of the spiritual immortal's mid-stage moment suddenly spread in all directions. At the same time, the five false immortals around him spread, and there were also the 100,000 monks of the Ziwu Legion around him. All of this, for a moment, made this meteorite area seem to be storms scattering across the starry sky.

From a distance, a huge vortex seemed to have formed here, like a beast's mouth, which was about to completely swallow Wang Baole. On Wang Baole's side, the cold light flashed in his eyes. The Emperor's Armor suddenly appeared all over his body at this moment. With the operation of the red crystal, the spiritual immortal waves burst out like a wave, and even more forcing aura dispersed. To a certain extent, although it was not as good as the dry spirit, it gave people the feeling that it could fight with it!

On the one hand, this feeling comes from his past experience and confidence, and on the other hand, the star fire in his body. The confidence formed by all this was immediately clearly noticed by the Ku Ling Taoist. His narrowed eyes showed a splendor. After carefully looking at Wang Baole, he raised his right hand and slowly lowered it.

As he let go, the cultivation fluctuations of the monks in the Ziwu Legion dissipated one after another, and the five fake immortals were the same. Until Ku Ling's own cultivation dissipated at this moment, the tension around him disappeared.

This scene made a deep light flash in Wang Baole's eyes, and there was a vague guess in his heart, so he also dissipated the Emperor's Armor and continued to sit there, staring at the silence of the spirit.

The two of them looked at each other through the table, and after about three breaths, the Ku Ling Taoist withdrew his gaze and spoke lightly.

"Do you like my wine?"

"It's not bad." Wang Baole said with a smile as if thinking.

"I'm giving you wine. Ziwu Legion, admit defeat!" The Kuling Taoist stood up and looked up at the starry sky. The sound roared like thunder in the sky, as if it was about to enter the depths of nothingness. After saying that, he laughed, turned around and shook, and left the meteorite directly. All the monks and warships of the Ziwu Legion around retreated one by one, and flew up one by one, and followed the Kuling Taoist, roaring towards the depths of the meteorite.

Soon, there were no other monks in this area except Wang Baole.

"It's interesting." Wang Baole sat there, narrowed his eyes, picked up the wine pot and put it in his mouth and took a big gulp, and his heart was fully aware. In fact, when he arrived here just now, he had a vague guess. Then the performance of Ku Ling Taoist made his guess more and more correct.

This guess is... The Ku Ling Taoist doesn't want to fight!

Just like Fairy Ling You and the Fourth Legion Commander, they chose a certain degree of help, with the purpose of consuming other legions. Although the target is the First Legion, if they can consume the Second Legion, it is naturally good.

As for the Ku Ling Taoist, he can become the leader of the army and his cultivation level is naturally not a stupid person. His ambition is obviously not small. So after he noticed Wang Baole's cultivation and combat power, combined with some known news, he finally confirmed that Wang Baole's strength did indeed threaten the strength of the Second Legion, and he chose to admit defeat.

Obviously, in his opinion, it was not embarrassing to admit defeat. His purpose was very simple, not even considered a conspiracy, but an open conspiracy. He wanted to see Wang Baole fight to the First Legion!!

In this way, even for him, he had a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Compared to getting this opportunity, Ku Ling Taoist doesn't care about the win or loss for a moment.

"It's all old foxes." After Wang Baole drank all the wine in the pot, he stood up and shook it, leaving the meteorite layer, and was about to return to his life-splitting army, but just as he was about to step into the teleportation vortex, Wang Baole paused and looked at the starry sky in the distance.

The moment he looked, a loud roar came from the starry sky. You could see that two palms were stretched out from the void, grasping the void around him, and pulling it hard, with a huge gap in the sound.

In the gap, a huge figure with extremely tall and black body was exposed. The figure was full of sharp thorns, and it looked extraordinary. Its cultivation fluctuations chasing the middle stage of the Spirit Immortal, which was... the first legion's thought!

Behind him, there are nine fluctuations, both men and women, each wearing good armor. Although it is not a magic ship, their combat power can be blessed. These nine fluctuations are fake immortals, and the nine of them are naturally the nine battle immortals under the First Legion!

There are countless warships behind, boundless, enough to make people feel shocked when they see them, not to mention that among these many warships, there are still five magic ships that emit spiritual immortal waves!!

These five French ships made Wang Baole's pupils shrink suddenly.

And... At the end of all this, there was a palace floating, and the people in the palace could not be seen, but the monstrous aura that emanated from the inside of the palace was enough to suppress the starry sky and sweep across all spiritual immortals, which had already shown the identity of the people in the palace.

It is... the first person under the ancestor who is in the Heavenly Exercise Immortal Sect, the first legion commander of the Great Perfect Spirit Immortal, Gu Mo!

"Long Nanzi, I'll give you another chance to join my First Legion." When Wang Baole's mind was shocked, Yimingzi spoke faintly, and his voice spread through the cracks in the space and spread across the starry sky.

This is not an invitation, but a deterrence, this is not an inquiry, but a warning!

Wang Baole was silent. He didn't care about Yimengzi. The nine fake immortals were the same, but the five magic ships put a lot of pressure on him, not to mention Gu Mo's place...

"Don't speak? Well, I'll give you another chance. Don't you dislike me? I'll wait for you to challenge me!" Yi Nianzi narrowed his eyes and spoke again.

Wang Baole raised his head and looked at Yi Nianzi, then looked at everything that was waiting for in the crack. Without saying a word, he turned around and stepped directly into the teleportation vortex, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Until he disappeared, some regrets appeared in Yimingzi's mind. If Wang Baole really came to challenge him just now, then everything would be simple. In a way, it would be a challenge to the First Legion.

"Well, I'm not a fool, how can I see that there is something wrong?" Yi Nianzi murmured, turned around and bowed respectfully to the palace in the distance, then raised his right hand and waved it. The torn crack of nothingness healed instantly and the starry sky recovered.

At the same time, Wang Baole, who had teleported back to the Schizophrenia Legion, had a gloomy face when he walked out. He stood there silent for a long time, suddenly showed decisiveness in his eyes. He raised his right hand and took out the contact jade slip given by Xie Haiyang, and sent a message directly.
Chapter completed!