Wang Baole had a lot of control over the underworld in his past dream. Previously, it was difficult to develop it due to his cultivation. Now that he has reached the late spiritual immortal stage, many methods can be reproduced in his hands.
For example, this Yang Hui is a method of condensing the soul of the dead on a certain object, and there are many restrictions when using it. It requires that the soul has no resistance. It is considered a forbidden technique in the Ming Sect.
But now, for Wang Baole, there are no forbidden techniques. As his technique unfolds, the souls of the twelve emperors suddenly tremble strongly and turn into twelve black rays, heading straight towards the magic weapon that Wang Baole took out. The twelve puppets left and merged with them in an instant.
After a moment, the twelve puppets trembled, and each of them slowly emerged with an aura that was comparable to the early stage of the spirit fairy. This aura was not very stable yet, and it would take some time to integrate. Wang Baole was not in a hurry, and observed carefully. After confirming that there was no problem, he raised his right hand and waved away the twelve puppets.
"It doesn't take long to warm up, and I have twelve fairy puppets!"
"And those million ghost souls..." Wang Baole felt proud in his heart. He felt that not only had his cultivation level reached an astonishing level this time, but his harvest was also the same, so he happily took in all the 100,000 puppets and the million ghost souls stored in them. In the storage bag, he took a deep breath and looked around.
"Generally speaking, there will be some funerary objects in the cemetery. This is the Imperial Tomb of Shenmu Civilization. Emperors of all dynasties were buried here after their death, so there must be a lot of funerary objects." Wang Baole's eyes flashed brightly, and his consciousness suddenly dispersed. With the power of his spiritual consciousness in the late stage of the Spiritual Immortal, even though the imperial mausoleum was quite large, it was still completely enveloped by him in an instant. After scanning it quickly, Wang Baole's body trembled and his eyes suddenly opened wide.
"These..." Wang Baole's breathing quickened due to the scene he saw in his consciousness at this moment. In the next moment, his body took a step forward and disappeared directly. When he appeared, he was already in the sky above the palace. When he lowered his head, he followed the steps he had taken before. After observing with his spiritual sense, he immediately saw that in the imperial mausoleum cemetery, with the palace as the center and the surrounding edges, there were four large mountains!
These four mountains looked like mountains, but under Wang Baole's eyes, the veil was lifted, and the scene revealed in his eyes made waves in his mind.
The first mountain seemed to have assimilated due to the changes of the years, and had been completely integrated into one. It was made of countless spiritual stones. The reason why Wang Baole did not notice it before was because of the spiritual stones in this mountain. , the spiritual energy within it has completely dissipated, so at first glance, it is no different from an ordinary mountain.
"At least there are tens of millions of spiritual stones..." Wang Baole took a breath. While shocked, he quickly moved closer and inspected it carefully. He held his chest and felt quite heartbroken.
"I'm too late!! If I could have come thousands of years earlier..." Wang Baole looked sad and couldn't tell what he was feeling at the moment. After a while, he looked at the second mountain. This mountain was filled with countless pills. Come out, but... these elixirs are the same as spiritual stones. When they lose their spiritual energy, their contents have also deteriorated and lost their effectiveness.
"Is Shenmu Civilization a fool? It's so wasteful. Could it be that he was very rich back then!" Wang Baole came to the Pill Mountain sadly and looked at all this blankly. After a while, he came to the third and fourth buildings listlessly. A mountain, these two mountains are Magic Treasure Mountain and Battleship Mountain respectively! !
When Wang Baole saw the former, his regret became stronger. However, because he was a master of weapon refining, he knew very well that magic weapons that could be decayed by time were often not treasures. Therefore, although he still felt distressed, he still left after checking. go.
It's just... When he came to the last mountain and looked at the mountain formed by countless battleships, Wang Baole was completely dejected and felt extremely heartbroken.
"Oh my god, this is such a waste..." Wang Baole was about to cry without tears. Especially when he discovered that there were actually thousands of magic ships in the mountain, he felt as if an invisible fist had hammered his heart. , the whole person shook.
"The Divine Eye Civilization must be crazy. No matter how powerful it is, it won't be able to bury a thousand Dharma ships. What bastard did this!!" Wang Baole suddenly became furious, and his heart was bleeding. But at the same time, he also had doubts, because logically speaking, the divine eye civilization should not be so powerful, so after careful observation, he sighed.
"It's not a one-time burial, but multiple times... It should be that after every bastard died, more or less French ships were brought out to accompany him... And these French ships basically have cracks, it doesn't look like they have been corroded by time. It’s more like being traumatized before death…”
"It's pretty much the same when you think about it. After all, it's a civilization that has gone through so many years from its founding to the present." Wang Baole sighed, reluctantly stepped forward and pulled out a French ship. After carefully examining it, he was sure These French ships were completely dead, and all that was left were corpses.
And maybe it was because of the previous injuries, or maybe it was because of the years, the value of the material was no longer available, but Wang Baole was not willing to leave like this, so he stood there in silence for a long time, and suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed it from the air, grabbing it. After taking out the French ship, they began to try to modify it.
Although it was a corpse and had lost its value, Wang Baole's skill in weapon refining gave him some abilities to turn decay into magic. He cooperated with him in dismantling some self-destructing warships and integrating them into them. With Wang Baole's efforts, he finally This dead French ship has restored some value.
The embodiment of this value is the principle of waste utilization, which allows the corpse of the French ship to recover part of its power in an instant and thus self-destruct. However, the power is very small, only about 10% of that of a normal French ship.
But there are thousands of magic ships here. If they are all transformed, it will be a big gain. Wang Baole gritted his teeth and simply took out his 100,000 puppets. Because of the soul-inducing parasitism, it was easier to operate, so he spent After three days, with the efforts of those 100,000 puppets, a total of more than 900 French ships were transformed by Wang Baole and became his self-destructing French ships.
"Although the power is average, it can still scare people!" Wang Baole sighed. This may be the only thing about these French ships that he thinks is good, and that is their appearance...
Under his transformation, although the power of self-destruction is very weak, these French ships still look very bluffing, no different from normal French ships.
So Wang Baole comforted himself in his heart and reluctantly accepted the result. After putting away all the magic ships, he looked up at the sky and took a deep breath.
"In that case... it's time to leave." Wang Baole turned around and looked around. His consciousness spread out again and he checked the entire imperial tomb again. After making sure that nothing was missing, he finally looked at the imperial palace floating in the air.
"It's a pity that this is illusory and not real. Otherwise... we can sell it for some money if we dismantle it." Wang Baole shook his head regretfully. His body suddenly swayed and he went straight to the sky. When he was approaching, he raised his right hand and punched it fiercely. Blast out.
The sky roared, and a huge whirlpool was blasted away by Wang Baole. On the one hand, this was due to his strong cultivation, and on the other hand, he had now become the great emperor and the master of the imperial mausoleum. Therefore, during the roar at this moment, the imperial mausoleum was directly blasted away. The exit door is opened.
As the vortex appeared, Wang Baole, who was about to step out, suddenly stopped. His eyes widened, looking at the darkness outside the vortex, feeling the bursts of breath coming in from outside the vortex, and he couldn't help but shine in his eyes.
"This breath..." Wang Baole took a deep breath, and his consciousness first dispersed and merged into the vortex, feeling the outside world. When he realized that the world he was in was void, filled with endless mist, and the statue of the imperial mausoleum where he was was sinking, Wang Baole Stayed for a while.
"This is... the underworld?"
The names of the underworld in different civilizations are mostly different. For example, Shenmu here calls it Jiuyou. In Wang Baole's understanding, it was the land of the underworld opened by the Ming Sect. Due to limitations in cultivation, he only knew that, Never set foot in it.
But now, feeling the aura outside, and after confirming again and again, Wang Baole's mood suddenly cheered up. His body swayed and he stepped out of the whirlpool. He stood on the sinking statue. While looking around, his body suddenly appeared. , as if a huge boulder was thrown into the lake, causing all the nearby fog to roll in an instant, and a whining sound actually appeared in the originally silent world! !
As far as the eye can see, all the mist boils instantly, rolling violently, roaring from all directions, surrounding Wang Baole, forming a larger vortex, spreading farther away.
It seems like...cheering, greeting, and worshiping him! !
"Which good man is this? He used great strength to throw this statue into the underworld..." Wang Baole was pleasantly surprised, because he just breathed simply, and as the surrounding mist integrated into his body, his fragmented body under the armor actually sped up. Restored!
(End of chapter)