Chapter 854

Wang Baole had a lot of nether dreams, which made it difficult for him to carry out the nether Dharma before. Now, with the cultivation reaching the late stage of Lingxian, many means can be reproduced in his hands.

For example, this return to Yang is a means to condense the dead soul on a certain object, and there are many restrictions when it is cast. It needs no resistance from this soul. It is a kind of forbidden art in the nether sect.

But now for Wang Baole, there is no forbidden technique. As his technique unfolds, the twelve emperors' souls suddenly tremble strongly, turn into twelve black mans, and go straight to the twelve puppets taken out by Wang Baole, and instantly integrate with them.

In an instant, the twelve puppets trembled all over, and slowly emerged a breath comparable to the early days of the spirit fairy. This breath is not very stable, and it will take a period of time to integrate. Wang Baole was not in a hurry. After careful observation and confirmation that there is no problem, he raised his right hand and waved it away.

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

"There are millions of ghosts..." Wang Baole was proud in his heart. He felt that this time he had not only made an amazing breakthrough in cultivation, but also achieved the same result. So he put all the 100000 puppets and the millions of ghosts stored in them into the storage bag. Then he took a deep breath and looked around.

"Generally speaking, there are some funerary objects in the cemetery. This is the mausoleum of Shenmu civilization. Emperors of all dynasties are buried here after hanging, so there must be a lot of funerary objects." Wang Baole's eyes showed light, and his divine sense dispersed abruptly. With the power of his divine sense in the later period of his immortality, even if the scope of the imperial mausoleum was not small, it was completely shrouded by him in an instant. After the rapid sweep, Wang Baole's body was shocked, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"These..." Wang Baole's breath was also hurried because of the scene seen in the divine consciousness at the moment. His body stepped forward in the next instant and disappeared directly. When he appeared, he was already on the sky above the imperial palace. When he bowed his head, according to his previous divine consciousness, he immediately saw that there were four mountains in the cemetery of the imperial mausoleum, centered on the Imperial Palace and around the edge!

These four mountains look like mountains, but under the magic eye of Wang Baole, the veil was lifted, and the picture exposed in his eyes made his mind set off waves.

The first mountain, which seems to have been assimilated due to the changes of years, has been completely integrated. It is impressively piled up by countless spiritual stones. The reason why Wang Baole didn't notice before is that the spiritual stone in the mountain has completely dissipated, so at first glance, it is no different from the ordinary mountain.

"At least there are tens of millions of spirit stones..." Wang Baole took a breath, shocked at the same time, his body quickly approached, checked carefully, covered his chest and felt quite heartache.

"I'm late!! if I could come thousands of years earlier..." Wang Baole was sad and couldn't tell what his mood was at the moment. After a while, he looked at the second mountain, which was impressively piled up by countless pills, but... These pills are also like spirit stones. Without aura, they have also deteriorated and lost their effectiveness.

"Is Shenmu civilization a fool? It's such a waste. Was it because it was rich in those days?" Wangbaole came to danyao mountain in pain and stared at all this. After a long time, he came to the third and fourth mountains listlessly, which are magic mountain and battleship mountain respectively!!

When Wang Baole saw the former, his regret was stronger. However, because he was a master of weapon refining, he knew that the magic weapon that could be decayed by years was often not a treasure, so although he was still distressed, he left after inspection.

Just... When he came to the last mountain and looked at the mountain piled up by countless warships, Wang Baole was completely depressed and felt the extreme pain.

"God, this is too wasteful..." Wang Baole wanted to cry without tears, especially when he found that there were French warships in the mountain, and the number was thousands of hours, his whole person seemed to be hammered in his heart by an invisible fist, and the whole person shook.

"Shenmu civilization must be crazy. No matter how powerful it is, it will not bring a thousand French ships to be buried. Which bastard did this!!" Wangbaole immediately became angry, and his heart was dripping blood, but at the same time, he also had doubts, because according to the truth, the divine eye civilization should not be so strong, so after careful observation, he sighed.

"It's not a one-time burial, but several times... It should be that every bastard took out a French ship to be buried with him more or less after he died... And these French ships basically have cracks, which are not like the corrosion of years, but more like the trauma of his life..."

"It's similar to think about it. After all, it's a civilization. I don't know how many years it has accumulated since its inception." Wang Baole sighed, unwilling to come forward and turn over a French ship. After a careful inspection, he determined that these French ships had been completely dead, and what remained was just a corpse.

And maybe it's the injury once, or maybe it's the reason of years, it has no value to draw materials. But if he leaves like this, Wang Baole is not willing, so he stands there silent for a long time, suddenly raises his right hand and grabs it in the air, takes out a French ship, and starts to try to transform it.

Although it was already a corpse and lost its value, Wang Baole's skill in refining weapons made him have some ability to turn decay into magic. After dismantling some self detonating warships and integrating them into it, with Wang Baole's efforts, he finally restored some value to the dead French warship.

The embodiment of this value is the principle of waste utilization, which enables the corpse of the French warship to recover part of its power in an instant, so as to conduct self explosion, but its power is very small, only about 10% of that of a normal French warship.

But there are thousands of Dharma ships here. If they are all transformed, it will also be a great harvest. Wang Baole gritted his teeth and simply took out his 100000 puppets. Because of the soul attracting parasitism, it is better to operate. Therefore, after spending three days, with the efforts of the 100000 puppets, a total of more than 900 Dharma ships were transformed by Wang Baole and became his self exploding Dharma ships.

"Although the power is ordinary, it's OK to scare people!" Wang Baole sighed. This may be the only thing that makes him feel good about these French ships, that is, selling appearances

Under his transformation, although the self explosion power is very weak, these French ships still look very frightening, which is no different from normal French ships.

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

"So... It's time to leave." Wang Baole looked around, and his divine consciousness spread again. He checked the whole imperial mausoleum again, and finally looked at the Imperial Palace floating in the air after confirming that there was no omission.

"Unfortunately, this is illusory and not real. Otherwise... You can sell some money even if you tear it down." Regretfully shook his head, Wang Baole suddenly shook his body and ran straight to the sky. After an instant, he raised his right hand to hold it and suddenly punched it out.

The sky roared, and a huge vortex was directly blasted by Wang Baole. On the one hand, he was strong in cultivation, on the other hand, he now became the emperor and the Lord of the imperial mausoleum, so at this moment, the roar directly opened the entrance of the imperial mausoleum.

With the appearance of the vortex, Wang Baole, who was just about to step out, suddenly stepped, his eyes widened, looked at the darkness outside the vortex, and felt the bursts of breath coming in from outside the vortex. He couldn't help but see a bright light in his eyes.

"This breath..." Wang Baole breathed a condensate, and his divine consciousness first dispersed into the vortex to feel the outside world. When he realized that the world he was in was nihilistic, filled with infinite fog, and the statue of his imperial mausoleum was sinking, Wang Baole was stunned.

"This is... The underworld?"

The name of the underworld is different in different civilizations, such as Shenmu, which is called Jiuyou here. In Wang Baole's cognition, it was the place of the underworld opened up by the Ming sect at that time. Due to the limitation of cultivation, he just knew that he had never stepped into it.

Now, feeling the breath outside, after repeatedly determining, Wang Baole's mood suddenly rose, his body flashed directly out of the vortex, stood on the sinking statue, looked around, at the same time, his body appeared at the moment, it was as if the lake was thrown into a boulder, making all the fog nearby roll up in an instant, and the originally silent world unexpectedly appeared the sound of purr!!

Within sight, all the fog instantly boiled and rolled strongly, roaring from all directions, surrounding Wang Baole, forming a larger vortex, spreading further away.

It seems to be... Cheering, welcoming and worshipping him!!

"Who is this good man? With great strength, he threw this statue into the underworld..." Wang Baole was surprised, because he was just breathing. With the fog around him integrating into his body, his fragmented body under the armor accelerated his recovery!