Chapter 634

"Can't get in?" Wang Baole's body shook, his breath condensed, and an idea came into his mind.

"Xie Haiyang, this guy, won't run away with money!" Wangbaole was immediately anxious. He took out the sound transmission ring again and contacted Xie Haiyang, but it was still fruitless. So in his heart, wangbaole sat cross legged and thought about it.

"Xie Haiyang should not be the kind of person who steals and plays tricks..." Wang Baole thought for a while, sighed, opened the federal LAN of the sound ring, and looked at the federal friar talking about the warship inside. After a while, he shook his head and put Xie Haiyang's things in his heart, and closed his eyes to meditate.

But before long, Wang Baole, who was crossing his knees, suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a strange light in his eyes, and was more thoughtful. It was really that although he put down Xie Haiyang's affairs, there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling himself that everything... Was wrong!!

"Jin doming's sudden visit, Xie Haiyang can't get in touch, and the game can't get in..." Wang Baole murmured. He felt that these three things seemed to have a point in series, but he couldn't figure out where the clue was. At the moment, he didn't want to practice. Wang Baole had a premonition that this matter... If he didn't understand it, he would be very upset.

So while pondering, Wang Baole recalled the scenes of his contacts with Jin Duoming and Xie Haiyang. Until a moment later, Wang Baole's eyes suddenly widened, and his breath was also momentary. He thought of the words Xie Haiyang answered when he asked whether the game would collapse!

"Unless you are dreaming, the game cannot collapse!"

This sentence, like thunder at the moment, exploded word by word in Wang Baole's mind, making his body tremble and his mind set off a big wave.

Wang Baole's eyes flashed a terrible light. After a while, he didn't say a word. His right hand went deep into his arms, looked for something, and took out the mask where his little sister was buried.

Looking at the mask that still feels in his hand, but is completely transparent in his line of sight, Wang Baole's complexion is suddenly difficult to see the extreme. Vaguely, he seems to smell a fragrance of flowers again.

"It's the fragrance of this flower again..." Wang Baole squinted. He remembered the first time he smelled it. It was the moment when he entered the warship and was sent out.

At this moment, in silence, the jade slips of sound transmission in Wang Baole's storage bag suddenly vibrated. He looked down and squinted to take out the jade slips of sound transmission. With the influx of spiritual power, Feng qiuran's tired voice immediately came to his ears.

"Baole, come to the cave. I have something important to tell you."

Wang Baole's face was expressionless and closed his eyes. A long time later, when he opened his eyes, he couldn't see the slightest difference in his expression. He got up and walked out of the hall and went straight to Feng qiuran's cave. Along the way, he looked around and saw too many Taoist disciples and federal friars. Whether it was Lord Xu, Dashu, or others, everything was as usual, and there was nothing unusual.

"No flaws..."

All this made Wang Baole's eyes a little trance until he arrived outside Feng qiuran's cave, stood there, looked at the gate of the cave, and Wang Baole's steps stopped.

"Baole, come in." Almost at the moment of Wang Baole's arrival, the door of the cave slowly opened, and Feng qiuran's obviously hoarse voice came out, as if he were physically and mentally exhausted. Even his voice was weak and melancholy, as if he were discouraged.

"There is still no flaw..." listening to Feng qiuran's voice and feeling Feng qiuran's waning figure in the cave, Wang Baole murmured in the bottom of his heart. Instead of entering the cave immediately, he stood there, bowed his head and took out the mask from his arms again, looking at the mask he couldn't see in his hand. Wang Baole took a deep breath. He was very clear that he relied on this mask in his assessment of the ethereal Taoist school, Only then did we really determine that we were in the illusion, and the reason why this mask was transparent was that it could not be illusory.

"Am I in a dreamland now..." Wang Baole looked around, looked back at the world around him, and looked at all this. The real feeling made him silent again, but now the transparency of the mask proved that everything was false.

Along this line of thought, wangbaole also deduced the reasons for Jin doming's visit and Xie Haiyang's disappearance.

"If it's really illusory, perhaps because of Xie Haiyang's mystery, this fantasy can't turn him out. Therefore, Jin doming's arrival, which seems to exchange shares, is actually to tell me that Xie Haiyang is missing. Once I believe it, it will make up for this last flaw." Wangbaole sighed. One thing can also be said to be a coincidence, but Jin doming's error, Xie Haiyang's disappearance, the game can't get in, and the mask becomes transparent.

All these things made Wang Bao's determination slowly appear in his eyes.

"Dream or fantasy, break it!" Murmuring, Wang Baole looked up at the cave. At the moment when Feng qiuran's puzzled voice came out of the cave, Wang Baole's right hand suddenly lifted up and turned towards the cave in front of him. His cultivation broke out in an all-round way. The emperor's armor suddenly changed, and the momentum was overwhelming, and he directly punched out!

This punch, which broke out under the candle seizing the emperor's armor, was the fusion of Wang Baole's will, and contained the determination to break all the barriers. Suddenly, a roaring storm swept through the cave. During the roar, Feng qiuran's cave hall trembled directly, and collapsed during the roar. Feng qiuran's figure also rushed out of it, staggering, as if his body was seriously injured. At this moment, his expression was startled and angry, and in the moment of appearance, He immediately shouted at Wang Baole.

"Wang Baole, what are you doing? Could it be that you, like miechazi, were bewitched by the Weiyang clan!!"

"Bewitching?" Wang Baole's face was gloomy, his body flashed, and he took the initiative to approach, and his right hand clenched his fist again. This time, the Daozi arm integrated into his right hand, which grabbed the emperor's armor, suddenly exuded the breath of divine soldiers. A wave that made Wang Baole feel terrible, suddenly rose on this arm, and directly in front of him, turned into a huge unreal bone hand, with the meaning of death, as if to smash nothingness, Catch Feng qiuran at once!!

Feng qiuran's face changed, his eyes showed anger, and he was more puzzled. When his right hand was raised, his spiritual cultivation rose to the sky, forming a crushing force, which seemed to replace the world and directly suppressed Wang Baole. In fact, the strength, both momentum and perception, obviously surpassed Wang Baole too much, but her injury seemed to be very serious, and this momentum seemed to be unable to last for too long, but she didn't seem to have too many opportunities to kill, now before the suppression, Give a low cry.

"Wang Baole, don't be bewitched by the Weiyang clan, wake up!!!"

Feeling Feng qiuran's momentum and listening to her words, Wang Baole's whole body trembled, his hair danced, his clothes were blown, and even his body was tingling. All this was so true that his confidence could not help shaking. But the illusion of the mask, the abnormality of Jin doming and Xie Haiyang, etc., made Wang Baole's eyes burst out again, roared, and the candle grabbed the phantom bone hand formed by the emperor's armor's right hand, Still fall suddenly towards Feng qiuran!

During the roar, Feng qiuran laughed miserably. The previous momentum seemed to be too serious and could not be sustained. At the same time, its injury seemed to be more serious because of the just shot. The cultivation fell, so that when Wang Baole, a divine soldier, was hit, it was like paper paste. Her body shook violently, and blood gushed out. When she fell to the ground, she looked at Wang Baole bitterly, her voice was weak and vague, murmuring.

"Zaizo is bewitched, and you are also bewitched... Wangbaole, wake up and come back, OK, everything here is true, not what you think is false!!"

"Bewitching..." Wang Baole was silent, looking at Feng qiuran who fell there. He could see that Feng qiuran was vulnerable because he was already seriously injured. With the tone she called herself to wake up before, the logic was very real.

The reason for his serious injury has also been expressed in Feng qiuran's words, that is... Miekaizi was bewitched by the Weiyang clan. Like himself, he suspected that everything here was false.

"This is the bewitchment of the Weiyang clan. Have you ever smelled the strange fragrance of flowers? That's the performance of being bewitched before we were sent back!" Feng qiuran's breath was disordered, and his eyes were anxious, as if he wanted to convince Wang Baole that this was not false.