In fact, when he recalled his more than 200,000 years, it was good at the beginning. As the national advisor of a small country, he held a high position and was ambitious. However, he soon discovered that a more powerful country needed a national advisor, and the other party It was a sincere invitation, so he went. A few years later, another more powerful country needed a national teacher and invited him again...
At that time, he was still very ambitious, so he went there again. In this way, every time he became a national advisor, he would soon find that a stronger country needed a national advisor, and again and again, over and over again, more than 200,000 national advisors were needed. Years have passed, and he himself cannot remember how many countries he has served as a national teacher.
It can be said that in the profession of National Preceptor, he has already vomited... and this matter has no end. He will always find countries that need National Preceptor more... In the end, he was completely crazy, couldn't stand it, and even heard that the National Preceptor was... The word "teacher" makes me feel collapsed.
So he started to escape, but every time he couldn't escape, he would always be captured and continue to be a national advisor... He tried every means, even if he destroyed a country, there were still new countries to arrest him. He asked him to be a national teacher...
All of this, to him, was just blood and tears, which made the old ghost let out a heart-rending roar. What he longed for most now was to live an ordinary life. He didn't want to become a national master. As long as he could be ordinary, even if he became He is willing to do both.
Therefore, when he saw Wang Baole's figure while escaping, he immediately cried, knelt down, threw himself to the ground, and started wailing.
"Master, you are here. Take me away. I am willing to become a weapon spirit. I don't want to be a national master anymore... Why was I so stupid to want to be a national master!!"
After picking up the weeping old ghost, Wang Baole couldn't help but sigh. He felt that he had a deeper understanding of human nature.
"They want to thank me for letting them know what they really need!"
"Becoming my weapon spirit is what they long for most!" Wang Baole patted his belly proudly, suddenly feeling that this action was a bit comfortable, so he patted it a few more times.
"It seems there is something missing..." Wang Baole thought about it, and after recalling it, he finally knew what he was missing.
"What a pity. It's better to be in a dream, with snacks." Wang Baole shook his head in regret, but soon he became full of interest in the world where the extremely lustful man lived.
"I remember that the matriarchal world arranged for him was a matriarchal world where he was the only man." Wang Baole's eyes gleamed, and he entered the world belonging to the perverted man.
This world was relatively primitive at first, but after more than 200,000 years of development, it has become the coexistence of multiple empires, with constant friction between them.
Moreover, in these empires, from the empress to the soldiers, they are all women, there are no men, and even their physiology is special. As long as certain sacrifices are performed, they can reproduce the next generation.
Logically speaking, throwing a pervert into this world is enough to make him blessed and happy...
But in fact, Yanfu Qitian is a bit exaggerated, and happiness is also very reluctant, because when Wang Baole came to this world, after finding the place where the perverted ghost was, he noticed that a grand funeral was being held here...
Countless women, wearing soldiers' armor, are guarding the surroundings. Any one of these women is extremely beautiful, and their figure is even more concave and convex, and they look like they can arouse the primitive impulse of the opposite sex.
Surrounded by these women was an altar. There was a person lying on the altar. This person was extremely thin, almost skin and bones. At the same time, there were a large number of infusion tubes inserted all over his body, and there was a large amount of nutrient solution. Continuously input into this person's body.
This person... is the perverted man who was thrown in by Wang Baole for more than 200,000 years.
At the moment, his eyes were dazed and his body was trembling. The nutrient solution was constantly flowing into his body, making it impossible for him to die even if he wanted to. And beside him, there were more than a dozen empresses dressed like emperors, surrounding him at this moment. On the left and right, everyone looked at this perverted man with greed in their eyes.
At the same time, they are also full of competition and hostility between them.
Wang Baole was a little surprised when he saw this scene, but before he could think too much, the empresses spoke one after another.
"Your Majesty, the funeral has been held, now it's time for us to discuss important matters!"
"That's right, Your Majesty, there are still 30 million female ministers in our country who are waiting for Your Majesty to come and serve. Please be sure to go there!"
"No, you have to go to me first. There are more than 50 million ministers in my kingdom. They have been waiting for the king for a long time. If you don't go, something big will happen!"
"You can all postpone it. I have 200 million ministers there. When I come, they will already rebel. If the king doesn't go, they will definitely come to kill you!"
While these empresses were arguing, another empress frowned and spoke calmly.
"Stop arguing. We need to seek the king's opinion. If it doesn't work, we will put the king on the altar and let ministers from various empires come by themselves. We can also charge a large fee, but we have to make arrangements. Guard, don’t hurt the king.”
As soon as she said these words, the eyes of the lustful man lying on the altar with no love suddenly opened wide, tears flowed down, and he spoke weakly and struggled.
"Please, please let me go, I really can't do it anymore..."
This pervert, who was high-spirited and ambitious at the time, completely collapsed at this moment and cried loudly, but it was useless no matter how hard he cried, the empresses had reached a consensus and decided to send him to the altar of sacrifice to heaven...
It was at this time that the desperate man saw Wang Baole's figure appearing in mid-air. After seeing Wang Baole, he wailed in excitement.
"Master, save me, save me. As long as you let me leave here, you can do whatever you want. I... I want to become a weapon spirit!!"
Wang Baole glanced at the big man sympathetically. With a wave of his hand, the illusory formation here disappeared. When he appeared, he was already in his cave. The three souls in front of him knelt down in front of him one by one, and all their resentment dissipated. Many of them, although they have not been completely washed away, no longer have the slightest resistance to becoming weapon spirits, and are even eager to do so.
Seeing this, Wang Baole was very pleased. He felt that he still had a very charming personality, which made the three souls willing to follow him. However, he looked at the little boy, then at the old ghost, the national teacher, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.
In fact, when he first saw these two souls, he felt that they were familiar, but he couldn't remember them. Now that he saw them, the feeling was even stronger.
"I must have seen..." Wang Baole rubbed his eyebrows and thought for a long time, but still had no clue. He simply put it aside and reported to his master the results of surrendering the three souls.
Regarding the details of Wang Baole's transformation of the three souls within the agreed time, Ming Kunzi did not ask any further questions. Instead, he took the three souls away to build a ghost weapon for Wang Baole and integrate the spirit of the weapon.
At the same time, he assigned another task to Wang Baole.
"Go to the Wanfa Pavilion of the Ming Sect and browse all the resources and magical skills of the Ming Sect there. Even if you can't learn them all, you still need to understand something. When you understand it, you can try to break through the foundation building and step on it. Enter the realm of Hades!"
Wang Baole was very obedient to his master's instructions. In fact, he felt that there were still some problems with his memory recovery and it was not very comprehensive. He also needed to check the Ming Sect's information and magical powers to regain his mastery.
So in the next month, Wang Baole spent almost all of his time in the Wanfa Pavilion, reading a large number of classics and supernatural powers. Through this reading, his understanding of the Ming Sect and the Ming Dharma greatly increased. few.
"The Spiritual Immortal Realm is divided into five small realms, namely Foundation Building, Pill Formation, Nascent Soul, Spirit Communication, and Spiritual Immortal... The corresponding underworld methods are Corpse Face, Soul Leading, Soul Splitting, Funeral, and Return to Ruins!" Wang Baole's eyes revealed a strange light. Through the information, he understood that from the corpse's appearance to the return to the ruins, this was actually called the first level of the underworld!
And the underworld... has seven levels in total!
In addition, Wang Baole also saw a very special magical power in many materials. This magical power is somewhat similar to the phantom formation of the past life, but different.
Its name... Ming Meng!
(End of chapter)