"Forbid me to the power of the Immortal Punishment?" Wang Baole frowned slightly. Although he had already judged this scene, it still made him feel a little regretful when it actually appeared.

However, this is reasonable. After all, the Criminal Immortal Mask has been handed over. With the status of the Qingkun Legion, it is not impossible to obtain and develop a method of imprisonment in a short period of time.

"But... it's just imprisoning the power of the Immortal formed by the superposition method." Wang Baole sneered in his heart. The new version of the Immortal Shadow, which he relied on the decomposition and parasitic technique given by Xiao Wu, was not within the scope of this imprisonment, and this would be his trump card!

So at this moment, he looked bad on the surface, but in fact he was extremely calm inside. He looked up at the cracks in the sky in a cold way, and looked at the blue warships rushing out from inside.

These warships looked like huge bats. When they rushed out quickly, a large number of cultivators spread out from it. Even though their cultivation was not high, most of them were formed with pills and less than dozens of Nascent Souls. However, while they were numerous, they seemed to have blessed some kind of joint mark, which made the aura integrated, which seemed to have thousands, but gave Wang Baole the feeling... it seemed to face ten powerful gods!!

"Relying on the formation to form aura synchronization and combat power superimpose?" Wang Baole's eyes shrank slightly, and he also noticed that in these battleships, three stronger auras burst out at this moment. They were three big men with similar appearances. Their cultivation levels had reached the peak of the Great Perfection of the God of Gods, and they were only one step away from the false immortals!

These three people... were obviously the three supreme elders of the Diyun Sect. After appearing at this moment, the three people's eyes were filled with excitement and desire, like three meteors, and they roared straight to Wang Baole.

His eyes swept across the three people, and then passed the more than ten magical auras formed by the combination. Wang Baole focused on the two people walking out of the crack in the starry sky at this moment!

The two of them were thin and fat. The former had no expression on their faces, while the latter had harmless smiles on their faces. They stood at the edge of the crack and looked at the fission star. Their eyes seemed to be able to travel through the distance and landed on Wang Baole.

"Just two fake immortals?" Wang Baole raised his eyebrows and felt incredible in his heart. So he looked around carefully and confirmed that there were only these two fake immortals and three gods, and he suddenly laughed.

"Is this true to have confidence in imprisonment or underestimating the enemy?" Wang Baole blinked and wanted to make sure again, but the three great perfections of the gods in front of him were approaching at this moment, and one of them laughed even more.

"Long Nanzi, don't think that the Bingfeng Legion can come to rescue. Senior Yimianzi personally went to stop him, so today your life-splitting Legion is destined to be removed from the upper sect!"

As they spoke, the three of them laughed at each other, faster and approached in an instant, as if they turned into three evil dragons and rushed towards Wang Baole. The momentum was powerful, and the cultivation of the Great Perfect God seemed to compress the surrounding nothingness, causing endless pressure to come from all directions. If you want to completely suppress Wang Baole!

"Noisy!" Faced with the actions of these three great gods, Wang Baole was neither anxious nor slow, and again confirmed that in this challenge, there were only two fake fairy queens. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and while snorting coldly, he simply gave up using the warship to self-destruct. Instead, his body shook, and his whole body rushed out like a meteor!

It was not avoiding, not escaping, but facing us... I rushed directly to the three great perfections of the gods, with a rainbow of momentum, which made the three great perfections of the gods stunned, and a hint of uneasiness arose in my heart, but it was too late to dodge!

"Is this the warning the Qingkun Legion wants to give me... naive!" The moment Wang Baole's words echoed, his body had already collided with the three great perfections of the Gods!

This scene happened so quickly that almost everyone around had time to react, a shrill scream spread from the place where Wang Baole collided with the three Supreme Elders of the Earth Yun Sect. The three great perfections of the Gods seemed to have bumped into an unshakable mountain, each of which was gushing blood, and they rolled back faster in the screams. Even the three of them exploded directly. Their hearts were as if they were swept by a storm, and they were shocked to the extreme.

"Restorm? Isn't the Zhengxianshishi being imprisoned?!"

"impossible!!"

While these three people were severely injured, Wang Baole's figure whizzed past them with constant speed, and he didn't even look at these three people at once. In fact, Wang Baole held back. He has now regarded these people as his personal belongings, so he did not let the recoil reach the extreme. Otherwise, the three people would not have suffered heavy damage at that moment, but would undoubtedly die!

After all, the lower sect challenges the upper sect, and once it fails, it will become an affiliate. This is the rule of the Heavenly Extreme Sect. No one dares to provoke it. Even Qing Kun... cannot be stopped!

I didn't care about the three people, and I ignored the more than ten magical auras formed by the surrounding formations. In everyone's horror and incredulity, Wang Baole's figure rushed straight... Outside the crack, the two fake immortals whose face changed drastically!!

"Two fake immortals, dare to come to me to take charge of the life-splitting star? Do you... have this qualification!" Wang Baole's speed was too fast and his words were still echoing. His figure was approaching instantly, and he punched the two fake immortals directly!

As the faces of these two fake immortals changed, the thin cultivator flashed a fierce light in his eyes and burst out with all his strength. He obviously did not believe that under the imprisonment, the opponent's Jingxian Shield could continue to be used. In his opinion, the previous scene must have been caused by other reasons. No matter what the reason, as long as it is not the Jingxian Shield, it will not be difficult to suppress a late stage of the God-Transporting God with his false immortal cultivation!!

The fat cultivator beside him had his eyes flashed, his body instantly retreated, and he was about to escape from the battlefield through the crack behind him. This scene fell in Wang Baole's eyes. He ignored the backward fat cultivator, but after controlling the Xingxianshima, he directly met the thin cultivator.

The roar was shocking at this moment, roaring across the battlefield. The cold and thin fake immortal screamed so hard that he surpassed the roar. At the same time, his body seemed to explode, his arms and legs exploded directly, and blood was squirting into it. Wang Baole caught up and grabbed his head, and threw it at the fissure star.

"Come here!!"

This scene directly caused the three severely damaged God-Sheng Shen, and countless thunders in their minds. The other monks around were all shocked to the extreme. When they looked at Wang Baole, they were as if they had seen a ghost.

Only the fat cultivator retreated in time to avoid the disaster, but his face was already pale and his eyes were filled with fear. At this moment, he went straight to the crack and was about to escape. But how could Wang Baole let him go? His body was about to chase him, but at this moment, a force of the spiritual immortal burst out from the crack, and a huge arm formed illusion, shuttled through the body of the fat cult and grabbed Wang Baole!

Feeling the fluctuations of the spiritual immortal in this big hand, Wang Baole's eyes flashed, suppressing the urge to fight. When his body retreated, he looked up at the starry sky and roared directly.

"Qingkun Legion, can't you afford to lose? Lingxian took action, just to plan a small legion? Since that's the case, why should I give me the qualification of this legion? How can I convince my fellow Taoists in the Sect? Why should everyone make progress in the future? Ancestor, I admit that I have reserved a hand for self-protection. This is what every weapon refiner will do, but Long Nanzi is dissatisfied with the Qingkun Legion!"

As soon as Wang Baole's words came out, the illusory spiritual immortal's arm paused, and at the moment it paused, an old voice echoed around.

"Splitting the life, win!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the arm trembled slightly, no longer grasping Wang Baole, but grabbed the fat cultivator who had escaped from death and disappeared from the cracks in the starry sky.

As the challenge disappeared, the challenge ended. The three Gods of the Diyun Legion's Great Perfection were trembling at this moment, and the despair in their eyes could no longer be concealed. They understood the price of the failure of the challenge, and the cultivators of the Diyun Sect around them, as well as the fake immortal who was left by Wang Baole on the Strike Star and breathed a breath, all spit out a mouthful of blood again.

Only Wang Baole was here, and he looked back at the blue warships and the large number of monks around him, murmured.
Chapter completed!