A World Worth Protecting

The previous meditations allowed Wang Baole to master a lot of meditations. Previously, it was difficult for the cultivation to develop. At the moment, as the cultivation reached the late stage of the Lingxian, many methods could be reproduced in his hands.

For example, this return to the sun is a means of condensing the dead soul on an object, and there are many restrictions when casting. It requires this soul to have no resistance. It is a kind of forbidden surgery in the Underworld.

But now for Wang Baole, there is no more forbidden surgery. As his technique unfolds, the twelve emperor's soul suddenly trembles and turns into twelve black awns. He goes straight to the one that Wang Baole took out. The twelve rushed away, and the moment was integrated with it.

After an instant, the twelve maggots trembled, and each slowly emerged a breath that was comparable to the early days of the Lingxian. This breath was not very stable, and it took some time to fuse. Wang Baole was not anxious, carefully observe After confirming that there are no problems, lift up your right hand and take away the twelve puppets.

"It doesn't take long to warm up, and I have twelve spirit fairies!"

"There are millions of ghosts ..." Wang Baole was so proud of himself that he felt that this time he had not only cultivated a breakthrough to an astonishing degree, but also achieved the same results. Therefore, in the midst of beauty, the 100,000 ghosts and the million ghosts stored in it were all included. Storing it in the storage bag, I took a deep breath and looked around.

"In general, there will be some funerary items in the cemetery. This is the emperor's tomb of Divine Eye civilization. After the emperors have hung up, they will be buried here. Then there must be a lot of funerary items." With the power of his spiritual knowledge in the later period of the Lingxian, even though the range of the emperor's mausoleum was not small, he was completely shrouded in an instant. After a rapid sweep, Wang Baole's body shook and his eyes widened suddenly.

"These ..." Because of this, Wang Baole's breathing was quickened by the scene seen in the consciousness. The body stepped forward in the next instant and disappeared directly. When it appeared, it was in the sky above the palace. When he lowered his head, he followed his own. Previously, I found out that there are four mountains in this emperor's mausoleum, with the palace as the center and surrounding edges.

These four mountains look like mountains, but under the eyes of Wang Baole's law, the veil is lifted up, and the picture revealed in his eyes makes his mind set off waves.

The first mountain seems to have been assimilated due to the changes of the years, and it has completely merged into one. That is because of the accumulation of countless spirit stones. The reason why Wang Baole didn't notice it was because of the mountain's spirit stone. The aura in it has completely dissipated, so at first glance it is no different from the mundane mountain.

"At least there are tens of millions of spirit stones ..." Wang Baole took a sigh of relief. While shocked, his body quickly approached and examined it carefully. He felt only heartache when he covered his chest.

"I'm late !!! If I could be here for thousands or thousands of years ..." Wang Baole was crying and could not tell his mood at this moment. After a short while, he looked at the second mountain. This mountain is made of countless elixir It piles up, but ... these elixir are also the same as the spirit stone. At the same time, there is no aura, but it has deteriorated and lost its effectiveness.

"Is the Godhead civilization a fool? It was so wasteful. Could it be that the money was too high!" Wang Baole came to Dan Yaoshan distressed and looked at it all. After a short while, he came to the third and fourth spotlessly. These two mountains are Magic Mountain and Battleship Mountain! !!

When Wang Baole saw the former, his regret was a little stronger, but because he was a master of the refiner, he knew that the magic weapon that can be decayed by the years was often not a treasure, so although he still felt distressed, he still left after inspection. go with.

But ... when he came to the last mountain and looked at the mountain piled up by countless battleships, Wang Baole was completely discouraged, and his heartache felt extreme.

"Oh my God, this is too wasteful ..." Wang Baole wanted to cry without tears, especially when he found that there were actually French ships in the mountain, and there were thousands of them. He seemed to be hammered by an invisible fist. My heart shook for a moment.

"The Godhead civilization must be mad. Even if it is strong, it will not be used to bury a thousand French ships. Which one is this bastard!" Wang Baole became furious immediately, his heart was bleeding. But at the same time, there were also doubts, because according to the truth, the god-eye civilization should not be so powerful, so after careful observation, he sighed.

"It is not a one-time funeral, but multiple times ... It should be that after each of the **** died, they more or less took out French ships to bury them ... and these French ships basically have cracks, not like years Corrosion is more like being wounded ...

"Think about it, after all, it is a civilization from the beginning to the present, I do not know how many years have accumulated." Wang Baole sighed, unwillingly stepped forward to pull out a French ship, after a closer inspection, he was sure These French ships have completely died, and the rest are just corpses.

Maybe it was a previous injury, or it may be because of the years. There is no value in collecting materials, but if he leaves in this way, Wang Baole is unwilling, so he stands there for a long time, and suddenly raises his right hand and catches it. After the French ship was taken out, it began to try to transform it.

Although it is a corpse and has lost its value, Wang Baole's refining skills have enabled him to have some ability to turn decay into magic, cooperated with dismantling some self-exploding warships, and incorporated them into it. With Wang Baole's efforts, he finally turned This dead French ship has restored some value.

The manifestation of this value is the principle of waste utilization, so that the body of the French ship can recover part of its power in an instant, and then self-detonate, but the power is very small, only about 10% of the normal French ship.

But there are thousands of French ships here. If they are all transformed, it is also a great gain. Wang Baole gritted his teeth severely and simply took out his 100,000 tadpoles. Because of the parasitic spirit, it was better to operate, so it wasted. After three days, with the efforts of 100,000 people, a total of more than 900 French ships were transformed by Wang Baole and became his self-destructed French ships.

"Although the power is average, it's okay to scare people!" Wang Baole sighed. This may be the only place these French ships make him feel good, that is, selling it ...

Under his transformation, although the self-destructive power is very weak, these French ships still seem to be able to bluff people, which is no different from normal French ships.

So Wang Baole comforted himself and accepted the result reluctantly. After putting up all the French ships, he looked up at the sky and took a deep breath.

"That's it ... it's time to leave." Wang Baole turned around and looked around, again spreading his senses, inspecting the entire Emperor's Mausoleum again, and after making sure there were no omissions, he finally looked at the imperial palace floating in the air.

"Unfortunately, this is not real, or else ... you can sell it if you dismantle it." Shaking his head with regret, Wang Baole suddenly shook his body and went straight to the sky. When he approached for a moment, his right hand was lifted and held, and suddenly The punch blasted out.

The sky was roaring, and a huge vortex was directly opened by Wang Baole. On the one hand, he was strong, but on the other hand, he became the emperor and the master of the emperor's mausoleum. The outlet is opened.

With the emergence of the vortex, Wang Baole, who was about to step out, suddenly stepped, his eyes widened, looking at the darkness outside the vortex, and feeling the burst of breath coming in from outside the vortex, he could not help showing his bright eyes.

"This breath ..." Wang Baole breathed and condensed. His sense of mind spread out and merged into the vortex, feeling the outside world. When he realized that the world he was in was nothing, filled with infinite mist, and the statue of the emperor's tomb where he was sinking continuously, Wang Baole stayed.

"Here is ... the underworld?"

The name of the underworld in different civilizations is very different. For example, God ’s eyes call it Jiuyou. In Wang Baole's cognition, it was a shady place opened by the Underworld at that time. Because cultivation was a limitation, he just knew that Never stepped in.

But now, after feeling the outside breath, after repeated confirmation, Wang Baole's mood suddenly lifted up, his body flew directly out of the vortex, stood on the sinking statue, and looked around, while his body appeared at the moment It was as if the lake was thrown into a boulder, so that all the nearby mists rolled up in an instant, and the original silent world appeared a whimper! !!

As far as my eyes were concerned, all the mist boiled instantly, tumbling strongly, whistling from all directions, and surrounding Wang Baole, forming a larger vortex, spreading farther away.

Seems to be cheering, greeting, worshiping him! !!

"Which is this good guy? With great effort, he threw this statue into the underworld ..." Wang Baole was pleasantly surprised, because he simply breathed, and as the surrounding mist merged into his body, his broken body under the armor was actually Speeded up recovery!