If there are hundreds of ancient martial arts, Wang Baole and the others can ignore them, and with their cultivation level, they are enough to crush them.
It's just that... after these hundreds of ancient warriors were assimilated by the big tree, the true breath cultivation burst out, causing the three people's expressions to change and their minds to be violently shaken.
"This is equivalent to spreading the cultivation of the big tree among these hundreds of people, allowing them to show the power of true breath... From this point of view, what kind of cultivation is the big tree itself!" Zhuo Yifan was shocked in his heart, With shock in his eyes, Wang Baole breathed rapidly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he spoke immediately.
"With such a level of cultivation, puppets are used to besiege us. It is obvious that most of the tree's level of cultivation is used to bless the cloud seal. This may be the only chance..." Wang Baole's words made Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng feel as if they had something to say. He was thinking, but he didn't have time to think too much. When those puppets rushed towards him, he quickly retreated.
Since they can only rely on airships to fly, but these puppets do not, air combat is obviously extremely disadvantageous to the three of them, so at this moment of retreat, the three of them all rushed straight to the jungle below!
Whistling, as they landed, these hundreds of expressionless puppets were already chasing them.
The speed was so fast that there was a sound of breaking through the sky, and the moment was approaching!
In the roar, they directly fought with Wang Baole and the other three. Zhuo Yifan, as a Zhanwu Pavilion, had good moves, and the magic techniques shone out during the knots to fight against the enemies.
But spells are not his main means of attack. As a monk of Zhanwu Pavilion, he prefers to fight with people in close combat. At this moment, with the spread of spells, his eyes showed fighting intent, and he jumped up and took out a purple sword. , while his eyes showed strange light, an illusory shadow actually appeared behind him, as if he had summoned the body from his previous life, and after merging with himself, he seemed to transform into a god of war, roared, and charged directly towards him.
With a slash of the sword, the three puppets in front of him suddenly shook violently and shattered into pieces. However, Zhuo Yifan's attack did not pause, and wind blades whizzed out during the execution, sweeping across the four directions. The sword rushed out.
Wherever they passed, those true breath puppet monks were unable to resist and either retreated or collapsed!
For a moment, Zhuo Yifan was like a chariot, shocking all directions, showing an astonishing combat power that far exceeded his ordinary peers.
As for Zhao Yameng, she is a genius in formations. Although her face is pale at the moment, as she waves her hands, the formations appear out of thin air and directly cover all directions. On the one hand, they are blessing Wang Baole and Zhuo Yifan, and on the other hand, they are blessing everyone. The enemy is weakened.
If it was just that, it still couldn't reflect her strength. As she waved her hands rapidly, formations appeared one after another and descended out of thin air.
In the blink of an eye, there were more than a hundred different formations, large and small, scattered in all directions, but they were actually connected to each other, as if they were combined to form a large formation! !
In a short period of time, a large formation was set up. Among the true breath monks in the Four Avenues, there are very few people who can do this like Zhao Yameng!
After all, she is... a natural spirit!
"Array, turn!" As Zhao Yameng screamed, the formations all around immediately began to rotate. Every time two formations overlapped, the bodies of the puppet monks within the range would tremble wildly.
Seen from a distance, these formations emit light, like bright lines, spreading in all directions. Often, every two lines intersect can form a killing power, which is extremely lethal!
Even if there are some puppets, Zhao Yameng's formation is difficult to kill instantly, but it can make the opponent pause, making the rhythm of the entire battlefield under her control. Combined with Zhuo Yifan's big sword and magic, it actually makes that The hundreds of puppets that rushed towards him were stagnant! !
It was obviously impossible for the two of them to have tried each other before. This time, it should be considered the first time they cooperated, but they cooperated very well.
Zhao Yameng's formation traps the enemy, just like an auxiliary, it is both lethal and can affect the enemy, and Zhuo Yifan's shots are sharp, lethal, and even more sensitive!
At the same time, Wang Baole's eyes flashed with sparkle. After stepping out, he raised his right hand and waved it high, roaring in his mouth.
"Arc of Flash!" Suddenly an arc of lightning appeared in the palm of his hand.
As soon as the flash arc came out, a dazzling light burst out. In an instant, it rushed out and penetrated into the forehead of a monk. It penetrated directly and then jumped up and rushed towards the next person. The speed was so fast that it was much faster than Zhuo Yifan. He was in all directions in an instant. , making the cooperation between Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng, and with the addition of Wang Baole, its power skyrocketed again!
In particular, this flash arc seemed to never end. Under the continuous shining, it even began to split. At first, it was just one, but soon there were ten or more, making the entire battlefield, and the dazzling flash arc spread in all directions!
The roar of the battlefield echoed loudly.
But Wang Baole's shot was not over yet. He adjusted his breathing and raised his left hand high again in this crisis.
"Firestorm!" As his voice echoed, a sea of fire roared out in front of him. Wherever it passed, it seemed to form a wall of fire, roaring towards the front like a mountain, causing the bodies of each puppet monk to tremble. He was immediately thrown backwards.
If the flash arc attacks with points, then this pyrotechnics sweeps with faces!
However, those hundreds of puppet monks, who had been unable to attack for a long time, suddenly had cyan light shining on each other, and suddenly turned into leaves formed by spells, and went straight towards Wang Baole and the others like flying swords.
"Magic weapon?" Wang Baole's eyes widened as he looked at those leaf flying swords. As a soldier of the Magic Weapon Pavilion, Wang Baole naturally has no shortage of magic weapons.
"Lingbao!!" He roared, and dozens of spiritual treasures immediately erupted into the sky, including large seals, ropes, mirrors, flying swords, etc., forming a storm around him, blocking the leaves from flying swords. , causing a loud roar.
Suddenly, the three of them shot at the same time, and with the combined power, they actually showed an amazing momentum. From a distance, their cooperation was perfect! !
Zhao Yameng was trapped, Zhuo Yifan killed, and Wang Baole was like a mage. The spells he shot were even more powerful than Zhuo Yifan's. To a certain extent, the three of them turned this battlefield into two internal and external ones. area!
In the outer area, Wang Baole's magic spells roared, making it difficult for the enemy to approach. As for the inner area, Zhuo Yifan made sharp moves, killing all the fish that slipped through the net. As for Zhao Yameng, his formations covered the inside and outside, and with constant cooperation and assistance, The three of them are like a fish in water, and they cooperate more harmoniously with each other.
Although the three of them had accidents in this scene, they were not many. In fact, this is the strength of Piao Miao Dao Yuan and the philosophy of Piao Miao Dao Yuan. They do not mind the emergence of individual heroes, but they advocate mutual cooperation. Starting from the Department of the Island to the pavilion of the Upper Court Island, what students have learned can complement each other, so that when they take action, they can form a superimposed and explosive power!
Wang Baole's attacks continued. He even took out some magic weapons and threw them directly to Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng. After a storm of spiritual treasures appeared around them, the scabbard in Wang Baole's body also shook. , nine mosquitoes also flew out one after another. On the one hand, they produced lethality on the battlefield, and on the other hand, they provided Wang Baole with a full range of perspectives.
It was at this time that Wang Baole took out his... Baole Cannon!
Carrying it on their shoulders, they fired directly. The roaring sound echoed in the sky. The three of them took action while retreating. Even if they couldn't see any chance of escape, no one would surrender until the end.
"Kill the students and monks of Piaomiao Taoist Academy. They are dead. What we have to do is destroy their bodies!!" Wang Baole said loudly as he backed away.
Zhuo Yifan was silent. He understood that this was the only way to save himself. It was obvious that the person behind all this did not want what happened here to be spread to the outside, so his purpose must be to assimilate the three of him. This assimilation would surely affect the other party. There are also ways to prevent outsiders from seeing the changes for a short period of time. In this way, after the incident is over, they will no longer be the same themselves when they walk out!
As for Wang Baole's proposal, the purpose of destroying the bodies of the students and monks at Piao Miao Taoist Academy was to prevent them from returning on time and make the Taoist Academy alert.
He understood the truth, but he was still a little hesitant to actually take action. However, Zhao Yameng's eyes flashed and he took action immediately with great decisiveness. The focus was on the students from the lower courtyard island and the two monks from the Zhanwu Pavilion.
But soon, the three people's faces became paler. Although their attacks were still sharp, more energy was put on retreating. It was really... Whether it was the three Piaomiao Taoist students and monks, or other puppet monks, No matter what kind of injuries he suffered before, even if his body collapsed, in the blink of an eye, branches came out of his body and reconnected his flesh and blood! !
The wound healed quickly, and he continued to charge forward without any damage.
However, since this place was sealed, even if Wang Baole and the others retreated, it would be of no use in the end. At this moment, anxiously, the three of them looked at each other, and they could all see the decisiveness in each other's eyes.
"Spread out and run away. Once someone can escape, ask for help from the Taoist Temple immediately!!" Zhao Yameng said decisively, swaying straight into the jungle in the distance. Zhuo Yifan also gritted his teeth and left in an instant.
Wang Baole's heartbeat was racing at this moment, and the life and death crisis was pervasive. Hearing the words, he launched at full speed, and his body was like a flying meat ball, rushing towards the jungle in an instant.
Almost at the moment they dispersed, the huge tree hands trembled violently. The puppet monks around them shook their bodies and showed their intention to listen. Soon, a cold light appeared in their eyes at the same time. They divided into three groups and faced the three of them. Go after it!
(End of chapter)