You're just a mid-stage Planet realm cultivator. Even if you have a Dao Star, it's impossible for you to destroy me with one strike! " The finger that was being squeezed by Wang Baole's right hand roared and emitted a black glow, as if it was going to resist with all its might.
"If you don't want to sink into your past life, then don't. I …" The voice in the finger was still speaking. Obviously, it was certain that even if it fell into the trap, Wang Baole would be in a dilemma.
The guiding light was about to stop. If it didn't enter now, it would really lose its chance. It would be a waste of a chance, and at the same time, it would be equivalent to losing the qualification to enter the tenth life.
Therefore, it was certain that if Wang Baole couldn't destroy it immediately, he would definitely let it go. In this way, although its sneak attack had failed, it wouldn't have suffered any losses. As for its main body, now that it had sunk into its past life, it wouldn't be harmed in the end.
It had even thought that this Wang Baole was too sinister. Since that was the case, it might as well use the distraction to harass Wang Baole so that he wouldn't be able to sink into his past life. In fact, it only needed to hold on for about ten breaths of time.
"You'll lose no matter what!" The finger's thoughts and calculations were all very good, but it still miscalculated one thing!
That was … Wang Baole's gains in his past life were beyond imagination. It was too shocking!
Therefore, no matter how the avatar of the owner of the finger calculated, it was still fundamentally … wrong!
In the next instant, Wang Baole's eyes were filled with mockery. He squeezed, and the power of his physical body suddenly erupted in an incomparably terrifying manner.
It even formed a black hole, causing the surrounding fog to be pulled in and shrink a little. Amidst the monstrous roar of this terrifying power, the finger didn't even have time to react before it was crushed by Wang Baole with a bang!
As it collapsed, a shrill cry could be heard. The shattered mist scattered through the gaps between Wang Baole's fingers. It seemed to want to gather again, but Wang Baole opened his mouth and inhaled. The mist had no power to resist and was directly devoured by Wang Baole!
This kind of devouring was not a skill of the Demonic Eye Art, but a skill of the Xin Huo Celestial Race in Wang Baole's previous life. The Xin Huo Celestial Race devoured the nutrients of the body and turned them into a stronger mortal body.
After consuming it, Wang Baole's eyes flickered coldly, and he snorted coldly.
"How can it be polite not to reciprocate!" As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand, revealing his blood-stained palm, as well as the small sword that was half-pierced into his palm.
This hand was stained with the karma of the finger that destroyed the black fog, and he had used his own blood to strengthen this connection. All of this was within Wang Baole's calculations. At this moment, his eyes revealed a strange light and the rune between his eyebrows began to shine.
"Flaming Spirit Curse!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the small sword in his palm began to shine brightly. It flew out, transforming into a ball of flame that pierced through the spell formation and shot toward the white fog up ahead.
The Flaming Spirit Curse was the most powerful curse of the Inferno Laozu. Wang Baole had already mastered it to a certain degree, and could use it to curse his enemies. Regardless of whether it was karma or blood, the curse would be strengthened to the extreme. When it was applied to the small sword, it would possess the power to lock onto its target. In the blink of an eye, the small sword seemed to have teleported through the fog and appeared in a certain area!
In that area, a young man sat cross-legged. This young man was none other than … the seventeenth Dao Child of the Seven Spirits Society. He had a blank expression on his face, as if he were in a previous life. He didn't even notice the incoming small sword. In the blink of an eye, it shot directly toward his forehead!
After all, he was an almighty being who had been reborn, and had begun his cultivation anew. His defenses were shocking, and could even defend against a star. However … Wang Baole's Flaming Spirit Curse was not within that range. It was a Karma lock curse, a divine ability that directly affected the soul. Furthermore, it was bolstered by extermination karma and blood. Therefore, it only took a moment for the small sword to slam into the seventeenth Dao Child's defenses.
A boom could be heard as the small sword collapsed. However, the curse power within it pierced through everything and then slammed into the seventeenth Dao Child of the Seven Spirits Society.
As it did, the seventeenth Dao Child's body trembled violently, and he coughed up a huge mouthful of blood. For a moment, signs of awakening appeared in his eyes. However, his foundation was too deep. If it were anyone else, they would have been forced out of their previous life. However, he relied on his solid foundation to endure, and did not awaken from his previous life.
Even so … the consequences he suffered were just as severe. Not only was he injured, but the greatest consequences were also reflected in the enlightenment he had gained from his previous life. In his previous life, this attack was like a monstrous storm that caused ninety percent of his consciousness to collapse.
Even with his solid foundation, he was still able to retain some of the enlightenment he had gained from his previous life. However, regardless of whether it was the fusion, or the enlightenment he had gained, everything was greatly reduced. Less than ten percent would remain!
As for Wang Baole, he did indeed fit the description of the seventeenth Dao Child's Divine Clone. In the same moment that the seventeenth Dao Child's Divine Clone was severely injured, Wang Baole gave up on fighting back, and allowed himself to sink into the enlightenment he had gained from his previous life.
As the vortex spun, Wang Baole's body began to sink down, and as the vortex spun, his consciousness once again began to fade away.
When he regained his consciousness, he was in the same state as before. He had forgotten who he was, and had forgotten everything. He stood there blankly on a small mountain peak, looking at a figure that was only about five feet tall. It was skinny and had green hair, and looked like a monkey. However, it stood on two legs and looked up.
Similar figures could be seen everywhere. Everyone was huddled together in a circle, and there seemed to be no rules. Some were standing, some were sitting, and some were eating.
As for the figure in Wang Baole's eyes, it was looking upwards … at a dragon throne that looked extremely luxurious but didn't match the surroundings. Sitting on the dragon throne was a figure with a large head and black fur all over his body. The figure had his eyes closed, but a thick aura of death spread from his body and enveloped the surroundings.
"Master, that Old Devil Li Ling has gone too far. During this period of time, he has already captured many of our corpse companions and continuously refined our corpse oil. This action is completely devoid of conscience. Master, please uphold justice for us!!"
The black-haired figure sitting on the Dragon Throne didn't move and seemed to be pondering. Seeing this, while Wang Baole was still in a daze, Green Hair, who was standing there to report, pointed at Wang Baole.
"Master, we can't hesitate anymore. Look at Hui San. He turned into a member of the Corpse Clan and has only been awake for a few months. A while ago, he was captured and refined into three barrels of corpse oil. If we hadn't saved him in time, I'm afraid he would have turned into a dried corpse!"
As he spoke, Wang Baole noticed that many existences like Green Hair were looking at him. Even Black Hair, who was sitting at the top, was looking at him with a dim gaze.
Being the focus of everyone's gazes, Wang Baole looked down at his body in a daze. He saw the light green fur on his body, and when he instinctively raised his hand, he saw that his hand was much thinner than the others, as well as half of his body.
Although he was the same size as Green Hair, his hair was lighter, and his body was like a skeleton. At this moment, he even felt a sense of weakness. It made him feel like he was going to faint just by standing.
It was also when he saw this that pieces of memories appeared in his mind.
He didn't know the name of this universe. He only knew that when he was alive, he was just an ordinary mortal. He had no talent, no wealth, and didn't even have a wife. Until he died a painful death in a plague. His body seemed to have been burned, but for some reason, it was still there. When he woke up, he was already on this mountain. He was told by the ferocious figure next to him that he was just like them, that he was a zombie from now on!
Green, blue, black, gray, white, purple, red!
This was the way to determine the strength of a zombie. Depending on the color of their evolution and cultivation, they would have different strengths. Right now, he couldn't even be considered Green Hair. As for the leader of this mountain, it was a Black Zombie!
According to the corpse friends next to him, Wang Baole knew that his master used to be a butcher and had a strong killing intent. Therefore, when everyone looked at him, especially the Black Zombie, Wang Baole's body couldn't help but tremble.
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