Except for the Xinghe Sunset Sect and the Five Generations of Heavenly Clan, no one knows what Wang Baole has experienced and lost in this secret lunar territory. Naturally no one knows how miserable he is at this moment.

Even the word "miserable" is a bit inappropriate. In fact, what Wang Baole encountered at this moment is unimaginable for most people, and it is a nightmare that they never want to encounter at any time.

For a monk, especially the rising federal rookie, when he was in the true breath, he was not only a hundred sons in the federal government, but also a military celebrity, but also a deputy pavilion master valued by the four major abbreviations. In the same realm, it may be a bit exaggerated to say that he is invincible, but at least he is one of the invincibles!

This is Wang Baole's combat power, his identity and status, but all this looks like in the sun. Now in this secret realm of the moon, with the seal of the formation, it seems to cover the sunshine. The arrival of darkness makes all laws and all fears disappear, and the law of the prey on the weak is exposed here nakedly.

Jie Dan takes action, how can Zhenji resist?!

For a true breath monk, the most precious foundation building was also destroyed with the old woman who had kidnapped her. Not to mention that Wang Baole did not build the foundation with fragments, but used a rare and complete artifact.

This made his hatred with the Xinghe Sunset Sect reach an irreconcilable level. Wang Baole was unwilling to swear because he felt that the oath was just a cry of the weak.

He once thought this sentence in the autobiography of a high-ranking official made a lot of sense, but now he was heavy and covered his stomach. While stumbled and fleeing in the jungle, he had nothing to vent except for vows.

"I still don't want to swear, but if I can live... Xinghe Sunset Sect..." Wang Baole grinned but was full of terror without a trace of smile. The evil spirit in his eyes was so strong that it was incomparable. At this moment, it seemed that he was no longer the same as Wang Baole.

People need to change again and again. Wang Baole thinks that he is the same. He learned to kill people and fight desperately. He learned to be united and cooperated in the Columbia. He felt unforgettable...a deep hatred here!

This is the hatred for seizing the foundation, this is the hatred for life and death, this is the hatred for severing the future!

In silence, Wang Baole covered his stomach with his fingers, and blood spilled. He gasped and leaned against a big tree. He looked down at the wound covered by his palm, and even saw the intestines. It seemed that as soon as he let go, the intestines would spill out again and fall all over the ground.

Perhaps, the internal organs will flow out along this wound.

Even though he had his palms covered, Wang Baole suffered a severe injury this time, which made Wang Baole feel weaker and weaker. Fortunately, even though his cultivation level had decreased, he had reached 80% of the foundation-building level before.

Although the foundation building was taken away, the existence of the seeds made him forcibly stabilize his chaotic cultivation after escaping, which slowed down his cultivation speed. Even if the meridians were shattered by 30%, no one knew that Wang Baole's original spiritual root was not eight inches, but ten inches.

In this way, the remaining 70% of his meridians can barely activate his cultivation, so that his combat power can burst out with a combat power comparable to foundation building after he has stabilized his combat power during the escape!

This is very terrifying. You should know that Wang Baole only built a foundation of 80% and his meridians were destroyed by 30% and he was seriously injured. But even so, the combat power he could show was comparable to building a foundation of ​​building. Or it can be said that he was a foundation of ​​building whose cultivation level gradually fell.

However, Wang Baole himself also understood that as time goes by, his cultivation will gradually fall, perhaps in a few hours, or in a few days...

"Even if I find my companions in the four major Taoist mortals, it will be of no help. Instead, it will only bring them murder... My only chance of life now is time... The seniors who delayed until the seal was broken and the appearance of the Taoist mortals..." Wang Baole adjusted his breathing with a pale face. Although he was bitter and desperate before, as he escaped, the despair turned into a strong sense of survival. The more desperate he was before, the more eager he was now, he only longed to live.

He doesn't want to die, he can't bear to part with his parents, friends, he hasn't become the president of the federal government, he hasn't yet gone to take revenge!!

"If you want to procrastinate, you need to heal your wounds on the one hand, and find the Misty Mist..." Wang Baole looked down at his injuries and smiled bitterly again. His injuries were too serious, and the wounds on his stomach were not something that could be cured by pills.

He was not dead yet, and he thought it was a miracle, but he also knew that this was because of the special nature of the seed, which slowed down the harm of the wound.

Even if the pills in the storage bracelet are relieved, they cannot be able to do it. If this continues, he may not be able to withstand his body before his cultivation level has decreased to a mortal. With the passage of blood and the infection of his cultivation level, he died of anger.

Especially if an enemy arrives at this moment, Wang Baole just raises his hands covering his stomach and his intestines will flow down... Even if he eats the seeds and sucks it, it will not last long.

In silence, Wang Baole knew that maybe he had only one way.

But at the moment when this method came to his mind, Wang Baole suddenly raised his other hand, and the sword appeared in his hand in an instant, heading towards the jungle on the right, without even looking at it, and slashed it directly!

The cultivation level comparable to foundation building was used in this magic weapon with a bang, and his cultivation level was extremely accurate. At this moment, his cultivation level was too much higher than before, making him more comfortable in controlling the magic weapon. After a sword fell, the sky and the earth roared, and a sword light of more than one person roared out, like a black crocodile roaring and directly fell into the jungle. At this moment, a disciple of the Zhenxi disciple of the Xinghe Sunset Sect who was about to attack with greed.

With a bang, the disciple still had greed in his eyes, but a crack appeared in his body from the middle of his eyebrows, which was directly divided into two halves, and each fell to the ground as the blood sprayed.

From beginning to end, Wang Baole didn't take a look, and the magic weapon did not hold it away. He stabbed directly on the ground in front of him. Then, while breathing, his eyes showed decisiveness.

He immediately took out four puppets.

"The only way is to remove the puppets here, transform them into a set of armor, completely wrap my body in it, and thus seal the wounds to some extent!" Wang Baole did not hesitate at all. Even though he knew that he could not stop, the injury was more harmful than continuing to move forward, so he gritted his teeth and immediately began to dismantle the puppet with one hand.

Fortunately, as the deputy head of the Magic Army Pavilion, he was a puppet created by himself. Therefore, whether it was the attainment of magic troops or the familiarity with puppets, Wang Baole made his moves quickly and skillfully. He quickly disassembled the four puppets and took out the spirit stones to carve back patterns to transform them.

These scenes were like some kind of art, displayed in Wang Baole's hands. If they could be seen by the master of magic weapons in front of him, the secret technique of flame explosion around him, the jungle on the back of the moon's secret realm, and his bloody appearance, they would definitely be moved.

Soon, a set of armor gradually appeared in front of Wang Baole. The armor was black all over, looking full of evil spirits and cold light. The outside was covered with sharp and sharp edges. It can be seen that this was a war armor specially prepared for killing!

The whole process lasted for about an hour, and the armor was formed and stood in front of Wang Baole, like a little giant more than ten feet tall, shocking his mind.

But Wang Baole was not satisfied, but now the conditions were limited, so he could only do this. So when he struggled to stand up, he made a finger and suddenly the armor more than ten feet tall in front of him disintegrated on his own, turning into countless pieces and suddenly came towards Wang Baole, wrapping him directly inside.

When everything was over, the magic weapon disappeared, and Wang Baole's body could not be seen. Instead, he was wearing armor standing in front of the big tree!

The black head, only his eyes were exposed, and the black armor wrapped around his body, including the wounds on his stomach, was also tightly suppressed, as if the armor replaced the skin and blocked the outflow of intestines and organs.

Until now, Wang Baole felt that his body's weakness was gradually increasing, but his speed was much slower. If he had flowed away like a rushing river before, then now he had become a stream.

It was also at this moment that as Wang Baole paused, the nine ordinary mosquitoes scattered around him saw a figure roaring from a distance!

Before the figure could get closer, a foundation-building fluctuation broke out from him clearly!
Chapter completed!