Chapter 1237

If the first battle between Wang Baole and Dishan was the first battle to seal the gods, then under the hands of the five major leagues, it was the first battle to seal the emperors if they still entered, beheaded the ancestors of Kyushu Dao, and made the five sects obey!!

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The emperor of the left!

At this moment, there was no voice against Wang Baole in the majestic Zuo Dao holy land.

At this moment, in the vast Zuo Dao holy land, 10000 families, countless sects, and all civilizations will worship Wang Baole here... As the emperor!

After the fall of their ancestors, if they want to continue to survive, they must bow their heads, and Kyushu road... Has no qualification to raise their heads, so after Wang Baole left, the existing high-level of Kyushu road soon unified their attitude, bowing to the solar system, the Federation, and Wang Baole!

At the same time, Kyushu Dao is still one of the five major religions. In this way, under the operation of the whole Federation, with the assistance of Shenmu civilization and Zijin civilization, with the approval of one civilization after another, the name of the solar system as a holy land does not need to be recognized by others.

If this is not the holy land of Zuo Dao, there will be no holy land in today's Zuo Dao.

And Wang Baole here is once again entering the closed door. With the continuous study of the water drop, Wang Baole is more and more sure... This is a tear!

Because every time he integrates his divine consciousness, he will feel a special emotion, like sadness and joy, but finally like nothingness, no joy and no sorrow, calm and insipid.

"What kind of powerful person is this... Tears falling?" Wang Bao's eyes showed a strange light. He could feel that the tears contained rich vitality and a trace of obsession, as if... Tears of love.

According to his judgment, this kind of tears like the origin should not be only this drop, but it is difficult to exceed three drops, and each drop contains endless rhymes.

"Is it something from the outside again..." Wang Baole looked down at the tears in his palm, and suddenly looked a move in his meditation. He felt that there was an object on his body, and now it seemed that there were some fluctuations.

Looking down the fluctuation, Wang Bao showed doubts in his eyes and took out the source of the fluctuation. It was a small bottle, just... A wishing bottle!

At this moment, the wishing bottle vibrated by itself, but there was no heat flow when making a wish. It made Wang Baole feel as if... The story contained in the little bottle itself seemed to have cause and effect with this tear.

When Wang Baole's eyes narrowed, he faintly heard a slight sigh from the small bottle.

"Originally, the third tear is here..."

As soon as Wang Baole's eyes coagulated, he got up in an instant and bowed to the wishing bottle.

"I've seen you, master."

He knows this voice. At the bottom of the Styx River, he owes each other... A favor.

"Make good use of this tear... You will repay the favor." For a long time, the sound in the wishing bottle came out slightly and gradually dissipated.

Wang Baole looked dignified and bowed again.

Then he put away the wishing bottle and looked at the tears in his palm again. His eyes were more strange. Although he didn't know the origin of this thing, he knew that this tear... Was not simple.

"And the corpse puppet..." Wang Baole mused. The corpse puppet, which had appeared on the battlefield of Kyushu Road, was nothing strange, so the small probability was itself strange. Probably it was the other party who obtained this tear before he died, integrated it into it, tried to absorb vitality, and thus resurrected.

But in the end... For various reasons, it failed.

As for the details, Wang Baole didn't know, and it was not the focus of his concern now, so he soon withdrew his thoughts. During the Jue, he took out the marks of semi-finished products refined by the smelters of various families in the left holy land and began the refining of water seeds!

This refining is extremely difficult, and the number of marks required is amazing. Every failure will cause some losses to this tear. Although this thing is extraordinary, after all... It is still inferior to its own noumenon.

However, after three failures, Wang Baole simply took out the wishing bottle and put it aside to make a wish directly.

"I wish that even if refining this thing fails, it won't hurt it!"

He didn't directly wish to succeed. It's unlikely, and his attitude is a little wrong, so he doesn't want to try, because he knows that if he wishes to keep this thing intact, he will succeed, which also represents his attitude.

In fact, it was true. After Wang Baole made a wish, the wishing bottle calmed down for a few breaths, and the heat flowed around the tear. Seeing this, Wang Baole coughed and knew that he was a trick, so he got up and worshipped and refined again.

In this way, as time passed, with the help of countless monks in the whole Zuo Dao holy land, and in the continuous delivery of a large number of marks, Wang Baole failed dozens of times, and finally three months later... Put thousands of marks into the tears, making the tears instantly shine and turn into... Bearing the seeds of waterways!

In an instant, the whole area of the Zuo Dao Holy Land roared, and all the ways related to water trembled, and the wailing of the Wei Yang heavenly way became manifest. His authority over water was... Deprived in the Zuo Dao Holy Land!

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Serious Carvin, the train of thought collapsed, and there was a logical error in the following plot. To push it down and re conceive, I need to take a few days off.