Chapter 842

When Wang Baole was transferred to the cemetery of the imperial mausoleum, I felt something wrong. At the same time, in the xingtianfang City, which is far away from the galaxy where Shenmu civilization is located, Xie Haiyang, who helped Wang Baole complete the transfer, picked up the tea cup on the table, drank it, and smiled and murmured on his face.

"Brother Baole, I thank Haiyang for doing things very reliably... What 3000 red crystals contain is not only intelligence, opening the door and transmission... But also opportunity!"

"Time... Is the most expensive, because your appearance at this time will let you know a series of intelligence and... Something that will change the future."

"As your investor, I am sincere enough to you!" Xie Haiyang put down his tea cup and smiled.

At the same time, in the cemetery of Shenmu civilized imperial mausoleum, Wang Baole, who paused in mid air, showed a strange light in his eyes and felt around again.

"Am I really the son of luck?" Wangbaole was silent for a moment and looked around. In fact, he didn't feel the exaggerated sense of rejection that Xie Haiyang had vowed before.

If he just didn't feel it, it's just that in his divine consciousness at the moment, all the plants and everything around the imperial cemetery, even the world... Seems to have an unspeakable warmth and enthusiasm for himself.

For example... As far as my eyes go, the vegetation on the earth immediately sways, as if welcoming me. For example... When I am standing in the air at the moment, there is a wind that automatically comes to my feet to hold me, as if I am worried about my spiritual power consumption.

All this made Wang Baole's eyes flash slightly, and a guess instantly appeared in his mind.

"Maybe... Is it because I practiced the nightmare eye formula? So it is considered to be royal blood? Or... There is no so-called royal blood. As long as I practiced the God eye formula, it meets the requirements?" Wangbaole squinted. He felt that this guess was probably correct.

"However, why do I still think it's weird..." murmuring, Wang Baole's eyes showed doubts. After pondering, his body shook and fell directly into the grass and trees on the ground below. Looking at the swaying vegetation around, Wang Baole's eyes fell on the trees around, and finally walked to one of the trees bearing many small fruits. When he stood in front of it, he suddenly opened his mouth.

"If only I could eat a bigger fruit."

As soon as the words came out, the fruit tree suddenly shook a few times, and instantly all the fruits withered in an instant. Only the fruit closest to Wang Baole did not disappear, but grew rapidly. Everything was just a few breaths, and the fruit changed from the size of the previous nail cap to a fist.

This scene made Wang Baole take a deep breath, "there is indeed a problem. Even if I practiced the nightmare formula, I wouldn't let this place change like this.". Wang Bao had a cold flash in his eyes. This abnormality had aroused his high vigilance, and there was a guess in his heart. However, this guess was only a flash, and he hid it. Even this confused idea was hidden by him. To some extent, even his thoughts were not contained, let alone his appearance. Naturally, there was no hint of it.

Instead, he coughed and filled his heart with pride.

"It seems that I am really the son of luck." Wangbaole sighed, secretly saying that he was also very helpless. Obviously, he had been very low-key, but it happened that fate always secretly loved him, making him unknowingly become the son of luck in many places.

"In this way... For me, there is no limit of incense..." Wang Baole touched his stomach, and his body shook with emotion. With the help of the wind under his feet, his speed was extremely fast, and his divine consciousness spread out and went straight ahead.

It seems that at this moment, even in his thoughts, he was proud and didn't doubt too much, so that even if someone deliberately peeped into his heart, he couldn't see too many clues, but in fact... In Wang Baole's sea of knowledge, the palm of the planet, which was warm with eternal fire, was now ready to explode at any time.

This represents Wang Baole's deep heart... He has been vigilant to the extreme!

This is a method of almost self hypnosis. To some extent, it can be regarded as cheating yourself, which can form this kind of vigilance in the bottom of the heart, but the idea is not exposed at all, but it gives people a sense of great pride.

With this complacency, Wang Baole swaggered forward all the way. The scope of this imperial cemetery is not small. At Wang Baole's speed, it takes half a column of incense to finish walking. But soon after he walked out, Wang Baole's figure paused again, revealing a strange light in his eyes. When he looked to the right side, his figure was instantly blurred, until it disappeared.

After his figure dispersed, about twenty breaths later, from the direction Wang Baole had seen before, there were seven or eight Changhong in the sky. The speed of these Changhong was relatively not very fast, and the scattered cultivation fluctuations were only Yuanying. While wearing gorgeous clothes, each look had a proud, faint, and the smell of Shenmu Jue, which spread on them and roared past where Wang Baole disappeared.

These seven or eight people didn't notice that when they flew by, the last middle-aged monk had a wisp of black fog on his hair out of thin air, wrapped around it, and drilled into it along his ears. In the next moment, his body trembled, and there was a moment of distortion around him.

Naturally, this scene was not noticed by the friar in front of him, so no one knew that the distortion of that moment was that Wang Baole changed into this person's appearance in an instant, and it was the person he changed that sealed it and put it in the storage bag.

Even incidentally, he completed a simple soul searching.

"Royal family..." Wang Baole, who changed into a middle-aged monk, followed several people in front of him as he galloped through the sky, his eyes flashed slightly. Through soul searching, he knew that these people were all royal children, and also peeped into why they were here and what to do next.

"The emperor of divine eyes of this generation wants to open the gate of the cemetery. All royal friars are ordered to go? It's interesting. Xie Haiyang's timing for me is too exaggerated..." Wang Baole squinted. Because there are not many things known by his soul searching people, Wang Baole only noticed the general, but he didn't worry. He followed the people silently all the way. In the roar of the imperial mausoleum, half an hour later, Came to the heart of the imperial mausoleum!

From a distance, Wang Baole saw a huge statue in the center. Standing there, the statue looked down at all creatures. It had no mouth and nose on its face, but only one huge eye!

Although it was made of stone, Wang Baole's nightmare formula in his body ran by itself at the moment he saw the eyes. After being directly suppressed by him, he followed his companion friar in front of him expressionless, close to the statue.

And here... Hundreds of monks have gathered.

These monks are obviously not the same people. They have formed two distinct groups. A group of more than 30 people are on the periphery, wearing colorful robes, wearing purple masks on their faces. Their breath is fierce, and they have a thick evil spirit. Their cultivation is also very amazing. In addition to five waves of God, one of them, Wang Baole, immediately recognized that this person must be a fairy after seeing it!

These people have a characteristic, that is, their bodies contain a bloody breath. If you look carefully, you can see that each of them has a bloody jade pendant in their hands!

The blood from these jade pendants seems to offset the exclusion here to a certain extent, so that there is no appearance of exclusion around them.

After this scene, Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and looked at another group of people.

This group of people are close to the statue. They are luxuriant in clothes, and they all have Shenmu Jue fluctuations. Obviously, they are all royal people, especially four of them.

These four people are all old people. Three of them are wearing purple robes, and their accomplishments are all full of God. Their eyes are cold, and they are looking at the only one who is wearing yellow robes, crowns, and clothes like an emperor.

"Brother Huang, so... Are you unwilling?" One of the three old people in purple robes spoke coldly at the moment.

As soon as his voice came out, the emperor like old man shivered, looked weak and helpless, looked at the three people around him in fear, and spoke bitterly.

"I've really tried my best, and it's not my wish to open it... It's really that my blood concentration is insufficient. Even if you give me a new blood pill, it's useless."