At the same time, an independent satellite was assigned as Wang Baole's cave and base. Even after soliciting Wang Baole's opinions, he immediately announced that Wang Baole was promoted to the position of the Great Elder of Tianzong, which was not much different from him in terms of status.

Such a polite treatment made Wang Baole feel very comfortable. After thanking the ancestor of Zhangtian, he chose to rest on the satellite. After all, he knew very well that the war... was far from over, and now it was just the beginning.

So as the entire sect was preparing and rectifying in an intense manner, Wang Baole's cultivation dispersed, sealing all the inside and outside of the secret room of the cave, and even the twelve emperor puppets and the magic ship. After he added the seal to ensure that there was no accident, he released the woman who had his divine consciousness from the magic ship who was placed inside.

"Who is it?" Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman who was released, although she could not hide her extreme tension and despair, but she obviously had the intention of seeking death in her expression.

Looking at the woman in front of him, Wang Baole's divine thoughts suddenly dissipated, and after covering her, he carefully looked at her, but after seeing this, he frowned slightly undetectable. It would be fine if he had a hurry to scan the battlefield before. Now he looked carefully. With his cultivation level, he still couldn't see the clues on the other party, just as if this body was really the Jurchen body.

This woman looks pretty good. From her appearance, she looks like she is in her twenties. Her skin is fair and her figure is also very graceful. She is dressed in colorful clothes, which not only does not hide her beauty, but also adds a sense of beauty. However, Wang Baole knows very well that for monks, as long as they reach the point of making pills, their appearance is nothing.

As long as you are willing to spend some cultivation and make yourself look young, this is not a difficult magic. It is very common among monks. Therefore, from the outside, it is impossible to distinguish a person's age. Generally speaking, it is a spiritual sense to scan it to feel whether there is a breath of time.

For example, although this woman seemed to be a real person in Wang Baole's consciousness, he still realized that this person was not old and had a good cultivation level, and he was already in the late stage of the Nascent Soul.

Perhaps this is nothing in the Purple Gold Civilization, but in the Federation, it is rare to have such cultivation at such an age. At least Wang Baole recalls his close friends, and no one else can do this except himself.

This made Wang Baole suddenly confused and couldn't grasp the other party's identity, so he gradually became cold in his eyes and spoke slowly.

"Speak out your identity!"

His words were like the cold wind blew, causing the temperature in the secret room to drop a lot in an instant, and the cold air faintly spread, causing the woman's body to tremble. After a few breaths, she lowered her head and tried to calm herself and slowly spoke out her words.

"A younger disciple of the ancient sword peak of the Purple Gold Civilization Mingtian Lingzong... Chen Xuemei."

Hearing the woman's reply, Wang Baole frowned even more, his eyes became more cold, and even became a little impatient. He was worried that his guess would come true, and that one of his close friends was harmed by this woman, thus gaining his own divine consciousness. He wanted to search the soul directly, but he was worried that if he made a wrong judgment, searching the soul would definitely cause irreversible trauma to his body.

So Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him again. Although the other party tried his best to calm down, Wang Baole could naturally see the tension and despair in the woman's heart, as well as the hidden intention of death in his eyes, making him understand that the woman was ready to die here.

Just as Wang Baole looked at it, the sound transmission jade slip in his storage bag radiated fluctuations. Wang Baole lowered his head and flipped his right hand, took out the sound transmission jade slip. He was about to check it, but the next moment he suddenly raised his head and raised his right hand and pointed at the woman.

"Want to die?"

With this finger, the woman's body suddenly stiffened, her face was extremely pale, and her body was as if frozen, and no thoughts could arise. She could only stand there. The despair in her heart filled her mind, and the death in her eyes could not be concealed, spreading all her pupils, and tears could not be controlled. She wanted to close her eyes to cover her fragility, but her body could not even close her eyes at this moment.

Wang Baole snorted coldly, raised his right hand and grabbed it from the air. A ray of light flew out of the woman's eyebrows. This light ball was his divine thought. After returning, it floated in front of Wang Baole.

The moment he checked the voice transmission jade slip, he felt the fluctuations of his divine consciousness. The woman who claimed to be Chen Xuemei wanted to try to make the divine consciousness explode while he was not paying attention. She did not attack him, but... committed suicide!

"It's a bit resolute..." Wang Baole looked at the woman for a while, lowered his head and swept the jade slip for the transmission. It was the ancestor of the Palm Heaven who sent him a message and invited him to go to the hall later to have something to talk about.

After a brief reply, Wang Baole looked at Chen Xuemei, whose body was frozen by her, with a strange light appearing in his eyes. The determined intention on the other party made a woman appear in his mind.

So in silence, Wang Baole waved his hand to disperse the restraint of the woman, and without the restraint. The woman seemed to have lost all her strength at once, and took a few steps back, looking bitter, and her whole body was filled with the idea of ​​seeking death, and she spoke in a low voice.

"Previous cultivation, please don't humiliate me. I don't care about life and death. If you want to know about the Purple Gold Civilization, I can also tell you the truth, just ask me to give me a whole body so that I can die more decent!"

This sentence revealed a stronger determination, which made Wang Baole's eyes more confused. So after pondering, he simply raised his right hand and waved it. His body changed in an instant, changing from Long Nanzi's appearance in an instant, revealing his original appearance, looking at Chen Xuemei in front of him.

"Okay, don't hide it anymore. I gave you all the divine thoughts. Who are you?" Wang Baole showed helplessness. While speaking, his divine thoughts immediately became extremely keen to check the woman's reaction.

He did not say his name, nor did he say he guessed the other person's name. That was because he was still unable to confirm until now, so he tried to reveal his true appearance so that the other party could make a judgment after seeing it.

But... Chen Xuemei was stunned for a moment after seeing Wang Baole's appearance, but her eyes were a little confused, which made Wang Baole's heart sank.

So after a few breaths, he slowly uttered words.

"I am not interested in the information of the Purple Gold Civilization and the Tianling Sect. What I am asking about is not your identity in the Tianling Sect, but your...real identity!"

"I don't know what the senior said is... I have no other identity. Did you... recognize the wrong person?" Chen Xuemei was more confused. When she looked at Wang Baole's true face, she showed a hint of confusion just right.

Seeing the other party like this, Wang Baole felt a little impatient. He stood up and looked cold again, and glanced at Chen Xuemei.

"I'll remind you, Federation!"

As soon as these words came out, Chen Xuemei was still confused and looked more confused. After hesitating for a while, she whispered.

"Senior, is the Federation... a sect?"

"You really don't know me? You really don't know what the Federation is?" Wang Baole frowned and said in a deep voice.

"Young man really doesn't know." Chen Xuemei smiled bitterly and shook her head. Judging from her heartbeat and performance, there was no flaw, as if she really didn't know all this.

Wang Baole suddenly laughed.

"It seems that I was a misunderstanding. The main reason is that I caught an alien monk named Wang Baole before. You probably didn't know this person. This fat man was imprisoned by me. I have obtained a lot of interesting things from him. I also swallowed part of his soul, so I felt the fluctuations of part of his breath. Since you don't know him now, it seems that he has hidden something from me. I will swallow it completely and let this person die and destroy both form and spirit!"

Wang Baole said, sneering, and then walked away from the secret room.
Chapter completed!