A forceful power surged wildly in this magical environment.
He Yiming had performed the Confinement Power many times when he fought against his enemies, but those powers were formed by a pure power of a certain system.
For example, when the Thirty-six Splitting Mountain Forms was a combat skill that could allow one to challenge someone of a higher rank, it possessed the power to confine everything.
Nonetheless, it was He Yiming's first time forming 3 stable powers in the void and using them as the base to spread the Confinement Power.
When He Yiming sensed the constantly changing 3 powers in the void entering the space 10 meters away, he was almost blindly confident.
By relying on the endless power source here and his unique physique, He Yiming had successfully achieved a balance of power.
At this moment, he was only a step away from the seemingly unreachable Venerable One boundary.
As long as he could cross this step, he would become a legitimate Venerable One. Moreover, he was inexplicably confident that as long as he continued to stay here, he would not take too long to reach this boundary.
Nevertheless, just now, his ears caught a slight sound, and it happened to be when he was in high spirits. Without any hesitation, he performed the 3 Confinement Powers that he had just comprehended.
Who knew, He Yiming's confident face instantly became grave.
He was certain that his Confinement Power had indeed trapped the other party, but the problem was that the other party's strength had greatly exceeded his expectations.
He didn't know what kind of technique the other party had used, but it was actually able to break through his restraining power so easily.
He Yiming coldly snorted and stretched out a hand. A blood-red light flashed on his finger.
This time, He Yiming was more confident.
He gathered ice-mastery and paralysis powers on the blood needle. It would be fine if the powers did not hit his opponent, but if they did, the effect would be immediate.
In his mind, he had already imagined the scene of the other party being frozen and paralyzed, dumbfounded and unable to move at all.
He Yiming gently lifted his leg and wanted to follow him.
Although the 2 powers had unimaginable effects, they also had effects that could not be compensated for. The freezing or paralyzing of one's opponent would only last for a short time. In particular, equal-ranked powerhouses might only need 2 breaths to break free from their restraints.
Needless to say, 2 breaths were enough for one to do many things.
Nevertheless, as soon as He Yiming took a step forward, his face changed again.
He clearly heard that the person in the distance seemed to have waved his arm to block his blood needle. Nevertheless, He Yiming was in disbelief because his opponent did not stop at all and was still as free as before.
If he rashly rushed up like this, then he wouldn't be cleaning up the mess. He would be sending himself to be abused.
After failing twice in a row, He Yiming was very alarmed. The powerhouse hidden in the mist was too powerful.
He Yiming's face was extremely grave. He suddenly glanced around him, then pulled the Golden Flower, which was hidden in the mist, up without any hesitation and threw it forward.
His movements seemed extremely ferocious, but in reality, the Golden Flower he tossed out floated extremely slowly. It was merely being carried along by the wild winds in the mountains.
He Yiming calmed himself down. He had already made up his mind. If this attack could be easily blocked by the other party, then he would turn around and leave. He would definitely not fight to the death with the other party.
Even he dared not say that he could defeat a powerhouse who could easily nullify so many of his attacks.
After drifting for a while, the Golden Flower finally exploded at a certain spot according to He Yiming's wish.
A loud noise spread far and wide, causing the mist to churn violently.
There were two top powerhouses from different places nearby. After hearing the noise, they frowned. After hesitating for a moment, they immediately left the place where they were cultivating and headed into the distance.
They would only be able to stay here for a month at most. For them, this was a rare opportunity.
They didn't want to spend time fighting with others. Even Jin Zhanzhong had this idea, let alone others.
Retreating without fighting in this environment would not be laughed at. On the contrary, if one only cared about fighting and neglected cultivation, one would be seen as an idiot.
The two powerhouses who were leaving cursed their bad luck and looked back as if they were looking at an idiot.
It was rare to see an idiot like him fighting to the death as soon as he entered this place.
He Yiming naturally did not know what happened in the distance. When he heard the explosion, he was filled with pride.
Being caught off guard by the Golden Flower's explosion would be an unforgettable nightmare for anyone.
Then, He Yiming immediately heard a wailing sound like a pig being slaughtered.
He Yiming's face flashed with pride, but it was only for a moment, and he immediately froze. Why does this voice sound so familiar?
His face instantly became extremely funny. He opened his mouth and said loudly, "Baozhu?"
As far as his eyes could see, within ten meters of him, a tall figure slowly walked over.
Since it was in his sight, He Yiming naturally recognized it at a glance. It was 108.
In his arms, there was a guy with half of his body covered in black. Looking at the figure, it was the Baozhu that He Yiming was very familiar with.
He Yiming shot forward and arrived in front of 108. He lowered his head and reached out to take the Baozhu.
The little guy's body was no longer white and flawless, but half white and half black. It raised its head and groaned. There was even a teardrop hanging from the corner of its eye.
He carefully looked at its eyes. Although the little guy was groaning in pain, its spirit was not dispirited.
He Yiming heaved a long sigh of relief. His anxious heart finally calmed down.
As long as this little guy could live, it was acceptable for the white pig to become a black and white pig. However, he immediately thought of the mysterious ancestor on the Heaven Lake in the Northwest.
He did not know if the old man would be able to forgive him easily when he saw the white pig's current appearance.
"Hmph, hmph, hmph …"
The Baozhu in his arms protested. It used the half of its nose that had not yet turned black to nudge his chest. It was clearly unable to restrain its anger.
He Yiming laughed awkwardly and said, "Baozhu, I didn't know it was you."
However, at this point, he finally understood why his Three Point Imprisonment Technique and Blood Needle had failed.
With 108's strength, it was actually very easy for him to break free from the Confinement Technique. As for the Blood Needle … He Yiming glanced at 108. It would be strange if the Blood Needle had any effect on this inhuman guy.
He gently stroked the Baozhu's body. Slowly, the little guy's messy fur was smoothed out.
He Yiming shook his head and asked, "Brother Bai, why did you come in?"
108 said indifferently, "There are three experts behind you. They have the strength to kill you, so I came."
He Yiming felt grateful. He touched the tracking device on his chest and said sincerely, "Brother Bai, this time I really have to thank you. If you hadn't warned me at the last moment, I wouldn't have been able to bear the consequences. "
He Yiming was absolutely sincere. When he thought about how he had given up on entering the black fog and returned, which would have caused him to fall into the ambush of the 3 Venerable Ones, he felt a chill in his heart.
As arrogant as he was, he would not have thought that he would be able to kill his way out of being ambushed by the 3 Venerable Ones.
108's voice was still calm as he uttered coldly, "It's my duty to protect you. We have an agreement."
He Yiming rolled his eyes and shook his head, no longer paying attention to the dull fellow.
Baozhu suddenly became restless in his arms. It kept nudging a stone in front of his chest with its long nose.
He Yiming was slightly stunned. He asked strangely, "Baozhu, do you want an energy ore?"
Baozhu stopped right away and grunted a few times. He Yiming could not understand what it was saying, but he understood what it was doing.
If someone else had asked for an energy ore, He Yiming would have denied it. Since it was Baozhu, the little fellow, who asked, he did not intend to refuse it at all.
He Yiming felt ashamed when he thought about how he had embezzled the Nine Dragons Furnace that the little fellow found. It was just a small energy ore, so he could not be stingy no matter what.
The muscles in front of his chest wriggled, causing the white stone that was hanging in front of his chest to slowly float up from his neck.
After seeing the energy stone, Treasure Pig cried out excitedly a few times. Even its humming sound was filled with joy.
Then, it stretched out its two front hooves and held the energy ore tightly. It did not even untie the chain on it before it started to gnaw on it.
He Yiming was both amused and angry. Baozhu had been with 108 for such a long time, but it had not learned anything except how to eat the white stone. Moreover, its table manners were far worse than 108's.
Suddenly, He Yiming's heart was moved. Since he met Baozhu, they could be considered old acquaintances. However, in his memory, he seemed to have never seen this fellow eat anything.
A thought suddenly flashed through his mind. Could it be that this little guy was actually like Hundred and Eight, and also ate energy stones as food?
Just as this thought appeared in his mind, He Yiming suddenly felt that the aura around him was different.
He looked down in surprise, and his eyes suddenly widened.
In his arms, Baozhu's small body was undergoing an unimaginable change. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen, please go to www.qidian.com. More chapters, support the author, support the original reading!)
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