The moment he escaped from the trap, Wang Baole's injuries could no longer be suppressed, and it exploded in full swing, blood spurted out, and even more blood overflowed along the cracks of the imperial armor, spreading into the starry sky, forming bloodlines. The imperial armor has persisted until now, but it cannot continue to maintain it. It shattered and turned into broken meridians and retracted into Wang Baole's body.

Because it was not the Emperor's collapse and unloading armor, although the imperial armor was seriously damaged, it could still be restored as long as it was sufficient spiritual energy. However, to such a tragic extent, it can also show the difficulty of Wang Baole's battle.

And without the protection of the imperial armor, Wang Baole's entire eyes were blurred when he rushed out, as if he had exhausted his oil and had exhausted all his energy, but... the crisis did not completely disappear with him rushing out.

Almost the moment he escaped from the trap, the black hand that was collapsed by both inside and outside at the same time, in the process of shattering, there was a mark formed by mist that flew out directly and came to Wang Baole in an instant, and was about to be imprinted on him.

This mark exudes a decay, as if it can extinguish all vitality and corrode all breaths!

Once it is printed, Wang Baole is in his current state, he will undoubtedly die!

But Wang Baole was powerless to avoid it. Not only the imperial armor disappeared from his body, but also the main eye of the Mingyan was also blurred a lot. Finally, it was imprinted on Wang Baole's eyebrows, like a third eye, turning into a totem. So in the face of this coming mark, Wang Baole's reliance was his previous message transmission arrangement to Feng Qiuran. Once Feng Qiuran had an accident, Wang Baole could only bet on the natal scabbard in his body that could break out passively under this life and death crisis.

Fortunately, Feng Qiuran did not disappoint Wang Baole. She always paid close attention to this battle. She quickly met Wang Baole as soon as she rushed out. She reached Wang Baole in one step, hugged him and turned around and waved her. She raised her left hand and raised her skills. Her cultivation level exploded. She even retaliated against her injuries and directly pressed towards the coming mark.

After this press, Feng Qiuran's face turned pale, and a white treasure vase directly transformed from outside his palm, which directly touched the mark.

The bottle shattered in the roar, but the black mark was also blocked by the collapse of the bottle, losing its power to seek life, and also gave Feng Qiuran enough time, so that her body shook and directly took Wang Baole into a long rainbow and left the battlefield area in an instant. Under the cover and response of Li Xingwen and others and the federal warship, she finally approached and flew into the federal warship.

Almost as soon as he entered the warship, Li Xingwen rushed over with an anxious look on his face. He seemed to have no time to pay attention to the backlash of injuries. Feng Qiuran, who was staggering, took Wang Baole from Feng Qiuran. Looking at Wang Baole, who looked pale and could not open his eyes, felt the oil in his body, Li Xingwen's heart suddenly became thrust.

"You guy..."

"Master..." Wang Baole, who seemed to hear Li Xingwen's voice, seemed to have a little blurred consciousness, barely opened his eyes. When he saw Li Xingwen, he also noticed Feng Qiuran beside him, and had a little energy in his eyes and grinned.

"Fortunately, I will not be humiliated by the disciple. I will safely escort my master's grandmother back..." Before he could finish his sentence, Wang Baole could no longer hold on, especially after seeing the people from the Federation, his heart relaxed, and his head tilted and he fell into a coma.

Seeing that Wang Baole had reached this time and was still thinking of winning over Feng Qiuran, Li Xingwen sighed in his heart. When he looked up at Feng Qiuran, the pale-faced Feng Qiuran seemed to relax and spurted blood. Before he could move forward, he sat cross-legged and began to heal his wounds.

Looking at Feng Qiuran and Wang Baole, Li Xingwen looked up and stared at the starry sky outside. After the black hand collapsed with the power of the anti-spirit bomb, the Dao Palace warship and the hesitant Taoist monks took a deep breath, knowing that it was too close to Mercury, and the most important task this time was to pick up people. Since he had received it, it was unexpected that he gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to kill the past and ordered the warship to retreat.

While retreating, Li Xingwen arranged for the federal warships to release hundreds of light balls of anti-spirit bombs again, and the deterrence formed by the ready-to-go state caused the Taoist cultivators to shrink their eyes, and their already hesitant mentality became even more swaying.

Mercury's Taoist Youran also fell silent. His big hand just now had consumed a lot of his accumulation. Once he took action again, it would affect the repair of the Weiyang Clan's dead-track warship. At the same time, the deterrence of the anti-spirit bomb also had a certain effect. So after he narrowed his eyes, he measured it, suppressed his murderous intent, and did not stop it.

In this way, the Federal warship slowly retreated until the black hole-like vortex formed by the solar system formation jumped and disappeared into the starry sky. The battlefield was silent. After a while, the Dao Palace warships and monks here dispersed in silence.

At the same time, after leaving safely, Li Xingwen immediately ordered to build a temporary guardian formation at Feng Qiuran's healing place, and at the same time arranged a trusted cultivator to protect the law here. He himself sent Wang Baole into the secret room, and with the help of the solar system formation and the federal resources, he made every effort to provide Wang Baole with the best healing environment.

It was not until he was sure that Wang Baole was just in a coma and had nothing to do with it that Li Xingwen breathed a sigh of relief, his spiritual thoughts dispersed, and he protected the Dharma for the two of them at the same time.

Time passed slowly. After several hours of the journey to the Venus defense line, Wang Baole, who was in the secret room, slowly opened his eyes.

As his eyes opened and closed, a deep fatigue and severe pain from inside and outside the body made Wang Baole unable to help but bare his teeth, and he barely got up and sat cross-legged. He looked around in panting, and found that he was in a secret room and felt the rich spiritual energy here, recalling everything before, and as his spiritual sense spread, no one noticed it, he saw the battleship where he was, Feng Qiuran, who was healing, and Li Xingwen who was guarding them outside.

All this made Wang Baole truly relieved.

"I'm not dead at all, I'm safely back to the Federation." Wang Baole rubbed his belly, which had no previous softness. While relaxing, he instinctively took out a pack of snacks from the storage bracelet, ate them up, and was also checking his injuries.

"The injury is not light, and the degree of damage to the imperial armor is not small, but it is no big deal. Ten bottles of spiritual liquid... Well, twenty bottles are enough for me to repair."

Wang Baole ate snacks and did not heal his wounds immediately. Instead, he calculated and took out the ice spirit water and drank a whole bottle. Then he narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and touched the totem of the black eyes on his eyebrows, recalling the previous life-long battle.

"The power of the Nightmare Eye Art is even more terrifying than I imagined. It can only condense nearly ten thousand Nightmare Eyes and dissipate half of the black big hand power." Wang Baole did not immediately feel the totem between his eyebrows, but his eyes flashed slightly after he put the snack aside, took out the pill bottle filled with spiritual liquid from the storage bracelet, placed it beside his nose and sucked it suddenly.

As he sucked, the pill bottle suddenly trembled, and the spiritual liquid inside turned into a rich and indescribable spiritual mist, and immediately penetrated along Wang Baole's seven orifices. He was shocked by Wang Baole's body, and it spread rapidly in his body and began to repair his body.

Soon after sucking a bottle, Wang Baole took out the second and third bottles. Until one stick of incense, when the empty bottles around Wang Baole accumulated to more than thirty, his eyes suddenly opened. Although there was still a listlessness in his pupils due to mental fatigue, all the injuries in his body had completely recovered.

Even the imperial armor was nourished by this spiritual liquid, and the damaged areas were completely healed and restored to completeness. However, the storage of the candle slaughter requires the accumulation of flesh and blood power, so Wang Baole did not waste the spiritual liquid to fill it.

After doing all this, Wang Baole took a deep breath, prepared to close his eyes and rest, so that his tired spirit would also take a rest. According to his judgment, when he woke up, it was almost the moment when the warship arrived at Venus.

He did not see Zhao Yameng and others on the warship, but his divine thoughts swept across the entire warship. From the chats between the federal monks here, he also heard a lot of news. After combining it, not only did he learn more about the battle situation, but he also knew that Zhao Yameng and others were not in trouble. The reason why they did not accompany the warship was that they were going out to perform missions.

"I want to think about how I should express my humility after they see me becoming so powerful all of a sudden, and thus arousing strong admiration."

While expecting, Wang Baole's eyes slowly closed, seemingly relaxed, but deep in his eyes, the cold light was still... Just as his eyes closed, the totem turned into by the nightmare's main eye on his eyebrows suddenly moved, as if he was coming alive, and his closed black eyes actually... opened it on its own!
Chapter completed!