Standing on the ancient bronze sword, in the dark sky, the space around which sometimes saw fragmentation and restriction, Wang Baole's face looked extremely ugly. He couldn't understand why Taoist Youran had been killed by himself, but he was resurrected.

"Are you a clone?" Wang Baole was silent. While doubts appeared deep in his eyes, there was also a cold light like a blade light. In conjunction with the fluctuations of his cultivation, waves of evil spirits spread.

"There is not much time..." Wang Baole closed his eyes. After a few breaths, he slowly opened his eyes. Without any hesitation, he opened the storage bags of the Weiyang tribe and found Feng Qiuran who was sealed.

Although Feng Qiuran was seriously injured and unconscious, almost exhausted, the most fundamental reason for all this was that her injuries were only one of them. The most important thing was that she had no time and no conditions to heal her injuries, which made her injuries worse and her cultivation fell to the Nascent Soul.

Whether it was Feng Qiuran's previous protection for Wang Baole or her attitude towards the Federation, no matter which aspect, Wang Baole had to save Feng Qiuran, so even though he was anxious at this moment, he still allowed himself to calm down. He took out a pill bottle, dissipated the spiritual liquid contained in it, and integrated it into Feng Qiuran's body while he was making gestures.

This spiritual liquid is extraordinary, even if it is just a bottle, it has amazing effect. As it is absorbed, Feng Qiuran's face turns pale and rosy almost instantly, and his body wakes up from his coma after a shock.

The moment she saw Wang Baole, Feng Qiuran's eyes obviously contracted. With Wang Baole's explanation, she confirmed Wang Baole's identity. Feng Qiuran was not surprised by Wang Baole's promotion to the Nascent Soul, but after paying attention to the surrounding Weiyang corpses, Feng Qiuran was shocked.

It was vaguely that Wang Baole's promotion was definitely not ordinary, but now it is not the time to explain in detail. The two of them did not waste time. After simply communicating and sharing the news, they immediately flew out and headed straight for the Cangmang Dao Palace in the sword hilt area.

The teleportation array there is the only place where you can leave. Even if you can guess Mercury on the other side of the teleportation array, it is probably a little bit of a bad fortune, but if you want to return to the Federation, there is no other way.

"Baole, the spiritual liquid in this pill bottle is extraordinary. Its richness is not even when the Taoist Palace was in full swing. I think it is your chance to get this bottle. Don't waste it with me. Take it, after we go to the Federation, you..." Feng Qiuran, who had barely suppressed the injury, handed the pill bottle to Wang Baole. She knew very well that it was too difficult to recover. This bottle of spiritual liquid can only maintain herself in the Nascent Soul at most.

Therefore, according to the preciousness of this spiritual liquid, it may be more useful to leave it to Wang Baole himself. After all, the corpses of the Weiyang tribe around him have shown that Wang Baole's current combat power is so strong that he surpasses himself now.

"Elder Qiu Ran, how many spiritual liquids do you need to restore your spiritual cultivation level?" Without taking the pill bottle, Wang Baole spoke in a deep voice while flying.

Feng Qiuran was stunned. Wang Baole's words made her feel disbelief and expectant. Her eyes instantly showed her spirit and her breathing was a little anxious.

"Five bottles...three bottles are also done!"

Without saying a word, Wang Baole raised his right hand and patted the storage bag, immediately took out six pill bottles and threw them all to Feng Qiuran. Each one was filled with spiritual liquid. Their appearance immediately made the surrounding spiritual energy so rich that it instantly became too rich.

"This..." After looking at these elixir bottles and feeling the spiritual liquid inside, Feng Qiuran's heart was shocked again. In disbelief, she raised her right hand and put away the elixir bottles, and then looked at Wang Baole with a gloomy face.

"Baole, give me half a month, I..."

"Half a month is too long! Elder Qiu Ran, can he recover his spiritual cultivation level within three days?" Wang Baole flipped his right hand and took out more than twenty pill bottles from hundreds of pill bottles in his storage bag and handed them all to Feng Qiuran.

"Yes!" Feng Qiuran's eyes widened, and after taking a breath, a strong light appeared in her eyes. After she spoke quickly, she suddenly remembered something. When she raised her right hand, she handed Wang Baole a storage bracelet.

"This is yours. I took it away for you before the Weiyang tribe warship left."

Looking at the storage bracelet, Wang Baole was excited. This was indeed his storage bracelet. It was left with the clone at that time. The demise of the clone made the bracelet lost, which contained almost most of his magic weapons and treasures.

Originally, he had fought with Taoist Youran before, and then fell into a coma and had a breakthrough in his cultivation, so Wang Baole didn't have much time to regret it and planned to look for it later. Now that the thing returned to the original owner, Wang Baole took it and felt it, nodded to Feng Qiuran. The two of them did not pause anymore and galloped away.

Although it is some distance from the Daogongzhu Island, it will take at least half a month to reach it at normal speed, but after mastering the control of the Feixiantai, the distance is no longer a problem for Wang Baole.

So he took Feng Qiuran to find a Feixiantai, merged into Feiyan, and headed straight to the main island of the sword hilt area. Feng Qiuran was familiar with Feixiantai, but she did not have the qualifications to open it and could not control it. After all, when the Taoist Palace was in full swing, Feixiantai at least had to have a personal identity before it could be used.

As Wang Baole was extremely skillful, even though Feng Qiuran knew Wang Baole's identity as a follower, he still had speculation in his mind. He could see that Wang Baole's breakthrough in his cultivation must have unimaginable fortunes. This fortune is almost certainly related to the suspected sleeping ancestors of the Cangmang Dao Palace.

But Wang Baole didn't speak. Although Feng Qiuran had speculation, he didn't ask, because she knew that Wang Baole was more anxious than herself to go to the Federation and was more anxious about the war than herself.

So since he didn't speak, it means that the fortune he obtained and the information he might know was not helpful to the war. In fact, it was true. After Wang Baole learned that Taoist Youran was not dead, he also wanted to go to the third hall to see if he could invite the ancestor inside.

But in the end, he denied this choice!

Using a tiger to drive away wolves may not necessarily lead to good results. There is a great possibility... It is after driving away wolves, they are retaliated against by the tiger!

In the final analysis, the Federation today has too little background and experience, so the best way to do this war is to resolve the Federation itself and grow. Once an irresistible fate arises, Wang Baole's choice will not be those vast ancestors with unknown attitudes, but his senior brothers!

"Cangmang Dao Palace is an outsider after all..." Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. Even when Feng Qiuran was about to be wary of him, he was actually wary of him. However, Wang Baole was hiding very deeply. He quietly went straight to Cangmang Main Island with Feng Qiuran.

Time flies, two days have passed!

Because the climate and environment in the hilt area are better than the sword body, Feiyan's speed is much faster. In two days, Wang Baole and Feng Qiuran, who had recovered most of his cultivation while healing, finally returned to the main island of Cangmang Dao Palace.

The main island is almost empty now, with no remaining cultivators, only a few Weiyang tribes are left here just in case, and they are no match for Wang Baole and Feng Qiuran at all. With the arrival of the two, they did not hold back at all and directly launched a killing.

The entire process of killing was about one stick of incense. When the seven or eight Weiyang tribes left here were killed by two people and the news was not transmitted, Wang Baole and Feng Qiuran came to the teleportation array and carefully checked and confirmed that it was not hindered. Then the formation was opened.

As the formation light shone brightly throughout the sky and the earth trembled, Wang Baole and Feng Qiuran looked at each other.

"Elder Qiu Ran, after you go out, we don't separate from each other. You follow me... let's fight out!"

"Don't wait for a day? I still need one more day to fully recover my cultivation. Now I can only barely achieve enlightenment." Feng Qiuran was silent for a few breaths and asked Wang Baole.

Wang Baole didn't say anything and bowed deeply to Feng Qiuran.

Looking at Wang Baole and feeling the heaviness of Wang Baole's body, Feng Qiuran sighed lightly and did not speak anymore. Instead, the cultivation in his body suddenly moved, and the cultivation level of the God-Transparenting Craft exploded and stepped into the teleportation array.

After her, Wang Baole took a deep breath, and the blood-colored meridians outside his body instantly transformed, and a red imperial armor formed in the crackling sound. In the ferocity, it cooperated with its majestic body, causing the evil spirit to reappear and step into the teleportation array in one step.

Almost at the moment when both of them entered the formation, the teleportation array thundered, and the bright light soared into the sky, and the fluctuations opened even formed a ring to impact the four directions, causing the heaven and earth to change. As the wind and clouds rolled back, the figures of the two in the formation... disappeared in an instant!
Chapter completed!