Chapter 201

If there are hundreds of ancient martial arts, Wang Baole can ignore them, and their cultivation is enough to crush them.

Just... After being assimilated by the big tree, these hundreds of ancient martial arts erupted into true cultivation, which made the three people change their complexion and set off a strong shock in their minds.

"This is equivalent to dispersing the cultivation of Dashu on these hundreds of people, so that they can show the power of true breathing... In this way, what cultivation is this Dashu itself..." Zhuo Yifan's heart shook, and when his eyes showed horror, Wang Baole breathed quickly, and his eyes flashed cold, and he immediately opened his mouth.

"Such cultivation is besieged by puppets, so it is obvious that most of the cultivation of this big tree is used to bless the cloud seal, which may be the only opportunity..." Wang Baole's words made Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng thoughtful, but it was too late to think about it. When those puppets rushed, they retreated rapidly.

Because they can only rely on airships to fly, but these puppets are not, so the air battle is obviously extremely unfavorable to the three people, so the three people all rush to the jungle below at this backward moment!

Whistling, with their landing, these hundreds of expressionless puppets have come after them.

The speed is so fast that the sound of breaking the air is imminent!

In the roar, he directly fought with Wang Baole. Zhuo Yifan, as a warfighter, was good at fighting. When he pinched the formula, his magic skills shone out to fight against the enemies.

But magic is not his main means of attack. As a friar of Zhanwu Pavilion, he prefers to fight close to people. At this moment, with the spread of magic, his eyes showed the spirit of war, his body jumped up, took out a purple sword, and at the same time, there was an illusory shadow behind it, as if summoning the body of a previous life, after merging with himself, he was like an incarnation of the God of war, roaring, and directly rushed to kill.

A sword fell, and immediately three puppets in front of him, their bodies shook violently, and they broke directly. Zhuo Yifan's hand didn't stop, and there were more wind blades roaring out between the tricks. When sweeping the four directions, he lifted his sword and rushed out again.

Wherever they passed, those puppet friars who really rested could not resist, either retreated or collapsed!

For a moment, Zhuo Yifan was like a chariot, shocking all sides, showing the amazing combat power far beyond ordinary peers.

As for Zhao Yameng, she is a genius in the array. Although she looks pale at the moment, when she waved her hands, the array appeared out of thin air and directly enveloped all sides. On the one hand, she blessed Wang Baole and Zhuo Yifan, on the other hand, she weakened all incoming enemies.

If only this, it can't reflect her strength. With her hands waving rapidly, there are one array after another, one after another, coming out of thin air.

In the blink of an eye, there were more than 100 different large and small arrays, which fell in the four directions. They seemed to be scattered, but they were connected with each other, just like a combination, forming a large array!!

In a short period of time, a large array was arranged. This kind of ability, among the Zhenxi monks in the four Taoist academies, those who can do it like Zhao Yameng, are rare!

After all, she is... A natural spirit!

"Turn, turn!" With Zhao Yameng's scolding, the formations around him immediately turned, and every time the two arrays overlapped, the puppet monks within their range would shake violently.

From a distance, these arrays radiate light, like bright lines, diffuse in all directions, and often the intersection of every two lines can form the power of killing, with great lethality!

Even if there are some puppets, Zhao Yameng's array is difficult to kill instantly, but it can stop the other party, making the rhythm of the whole battlefield under her control. With Zhuo Yifan's big sword and magic, it makes the hundreds of puppets rushing in stagnant!!

Obviously, it is impossible for the two to have run in and tried. This time, it should be the first time to cooperate, but the cooperation is extremely tacit.

Zhao Yameng's array traps the enemy, which seems to be auxiliary. It is not only lethal, but also can affect the enemy. Zhuo Yifan's hand is sharp, its lethality is amazing, and it is even sharper!

At the same time, Wang Bao showed his fine light in his eyes. After he stepped out, he raised his right hand and waved it high, roaring in his mouth.

"Flash!" Suddenly, an arc of lightning appeared in his palm.

As soon as the flash arc came out, it directly erupted into a dazzling light. In a flash, it rushed out into the center of a monk's eyebrow, directly penetrated, jumped up, and rushed to the next person. The speed was much faster than Zhuo Yifan. For a moment, it was in all directions, making the cooperation between Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng. With the addition of Wang Baole, its power soared again!

In particular, it seems that this flash arc will not end. Under this continuous flash, it even began to split. At the beginning, it was only one, but soon there were ten or more, making the whole battlefield, dazzling flash arc spread in all directions!

The battlefield is even more roaring.

But Wang Baole's shot didn't end. He adjusted his breath and held it high again with his left hand pinching in this crisis.

"Inflamed!" As his voice echoed, there was a sea of fire roaring out in front of him. Where he passed, it seemed to form a wall of fire, which roared towards the front, making the bodies of puppet monks tremble and be directly lifted back.

If the flash arc attacks with points, then this flame storm sweeps with faces!

But the hundreds of puppet friars, who could not attack for a long time, unexpectedly had blue light shining on each other, impressively turned into leaves formed by magic, and ran straight to Wang Baole and the three like flying swords.

"Magic weapon?" Looking at those leaves flying swords, Wang Baole's eyes stared. As a soldier of the French Pavilion, Wang Baole naturally did not lack magic weapons.

"Lingbao!!" He roared, and immediately dozens of Lingbao broke out all over the sky, including seals, ropes, mirrors, flying swords and so on, forming a storm around him, blocking the leaves flying swords, forming a roar.

For a moment, the three shot at the same time. Under the superposition of power, they showed an amazing momentum. From a distance, their cooperation was actually perfect!!

Zhao Yameng was sleepy and Zhuo Yifan killed, while Wang Baole was like a mage. His skill was even stronger than Zhuo Yifan's lethality. To some extent, the three turned this battlefield into two areas inside and outside!

In the external area, Wang Baole's technique roared, making it difficult for the enemy to get close. As for the internal area, Zhuo Yifan's hand was sharp and killed all the fish that escaped the net. As for Zhao Yameng, his array covered the inside and outside, and with continuous cooperation and assistance, the three people were like fish in water, and they matched each other more harmoniously.

In this scene, although there were accidents among the three people, there were not many. In fact, this was the strength of the ethereal Taoist academy, and it was also the concept of the ethereal Taoist Academy. They didn't mind the emergence of personal heroes, but they advocated mutual cooperation. From the Department of the lower courtyard island to the pavilion of the upper courtyard Island, what students learned could complement each other, so that when they shot, they could form a superimposed power of explosion!

Wang Baole's action continued. He took out some magic weapons and threw them directly to Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng, causing the storm formed by Lingbao to appear around them. After the storm, the scabbards in Wang Baole's body also shook, and nine mosquitoes also flew out one after another. On the one hand, it produced lethality on the battlefield, and on the other hand, it provided Wang Baole with a comprehensive perspective.

It was at this time that wangbaole took out his... Baole cannon!

He carried it on his shoulder and fired directly. The roar reverberated startlingly. The three people stepped back while fighting. Even if they didn't see any chance to escape, no one would be caught in the end.

"Kill the students and monks of the ethereal Taoist school. They are dead. All we have to do is destroy their bodies!!" Wangbaole retreated and spoke loudly.

Zhuo Yifan was silent. He understood that this was the only way to save himself. Obviously, the people behind all this didn't want to spread the things here to the outside, so their purpose must be to assimilate the three of them. This assimilation must also have a way for outsiders to see no change in a short time. In this way, after this matter was over, they who went out were no longer themselves!

As for Wang Baole's proposal to destroy the bodies of students and monks in the ethereal Taoist school, the purpose is to make them unable to return on time and alert the Taoist school.

He understood the truth, but he still hesitated to make a real move, but Zhao Yameng flashed his eyes and made a decisive move immediately, focusing on the students of the lower house island and the two friars of the Zhanwu Pavilion.

But soon, the three people turned paler. Although their hands were still sharp, they put more strength on retrogression. It was really... No matter the three ethereal Taoist school students and monks, or other puppet monks, no matter what kind of damage they had received before, even if their bodies collapsed, in a blink of an eye, branches were drilled out of their bodies, reconnecting their flesh and blood!!

Soon the wound healed and continued to rush over unharmed.

It's just that this place is sealed. Even if Wang Baole and his three people go backwards, it won't help in the end. At this moment, they are anxious. They look at each other and see each other's determination.

"Disperse and escape. Once someone can escape, immediately ask for help from the Taoist temple!!" Zhao Yameng spoke decisively, and his body flashed straight to the jungle in the distance. Zhuo Yifan also gritted his teeth hard and went away in an instant.

At this moment, Wang Baole's heart beat faster, and the crisis of life and death filled the air. He spread out at full speed like hearing his words. Suddenly, his body was like a flying ball of meat, rushing into the earth and jungle in an instant.

Almost at the moment when they dispersed, the huge tree hands suddenly trembled a few times, and the puppet monks around shook their bodies, revealing their intention to listen. Soon, their eyes showed cold light at the same time, and they were divided into three groups, chasing the three!