Regarding the second level of the underworld method - soul-inducing, Wang Baole has become more familiar with it during the past half month of practice, but the success rate is still not enough, let alone used as an attack method.
Wang Baole understood that this was due to his own cultivation. After all, this was a technique for the Dan Formation realm.
And what he needs is not to use the method of attracting souls, but to use this method to suddenly increase the effect of the hell fire, so that the hell fire overlaps, and is the best preparation for his own elixir formation.
Now, he has overlapped the hell fire to as many as sixty-three, and the momentum of each explosion is infinitely higher than what he used to do!!
At the same time, the Ming Sect's minimum standard for forming elixirs for talented disciples is thirty-six overlapping lines of Ming Fire. Wang Baole currently has far exceeded it, but he feels that he can still stack it!
During this practice, Wang Baole also forgot about the three souls that he threw into the illusory formation of the afterlife, until the one-month time limit given by his master for turning into resentful souls had slowly arrived, so after another seven days passed,
Wang Baole, who had finally superimposed the Hellfire to seventy levels, suddenly remembered the task assigned to him by his master.
"I seem to have forgotten something..." Wang Baole blinked and looked at the formation with some guilt.
"I remember that it was like adjusting to the outside world for one day, and the illusory formation of the afterlife for ten thousand years..." Wang Baole coughed, thinking that those three souls all had dreams after all. Although he almost forgot them, after all...
I remembered it, so it’s not a mistake on my part.
With this thought, Wang Baole immediately felt much more at ease, so he came to the phantom formation of the past life, raised his right hand to hold the key, and pressed it on the formation. Suddenly, his eyes flashed, as if he was in a fugue, and his soul left his body and entered the phantom formation.
Inside, we need to bring those three souls out.
And the first place he went to was the illusion formation where the little boy was.
This is a world without monks, a society that is somewhat similar to the federation in Wang Baole's dream, just like the federation thousands of years ago, where peace is the main theme of the entire world.
The city where the little boy is located is a metropolis in this world. It is bustling with people coming and going during the day, and at night it is full of lights and luxury.
When Wang Baole came, it was early morning in this world, the sun was shining brightly, and vehicles on the ground were constantly passing by. Wang Baole's figure appeared in a school district in this city.
"According to my senses, the kid is here." Wang Baole's figure floated in the air. After touching his chin, he began to search. Before he could search for long, he saw a seven or eight-year-old kid on a path below.
The boy, wearing a school uniform and carrying a huge, seemingly heavy schoolbag... was walking slowly forward with a sad face.
Behind him, followed a pair of middle-aged men and women, obviously the little boy's parents. They were carrying heavier schoolbags in their hands, and kept telling the little boy as they walked.
This scene was very heartwarming. After Wang Baole saw it, he was even more pleased. He felt that although he was late, this family of three was full of family affection, which made him think of his parents.
But when he thought about it, Wang Baole was stunned for a moment. He found that his memory of his parents in reality was very vague, but his memory of his relatives in the Federation Dream was extremely clear.
This made Wang Baole a little confused. He looked around instinctively. This world was too real. Whether it was the breeze blowing or the noise in the distance, there was no sense of illusion at all.
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Just when Wang Baole felt something strange here, the little boy's family of three approached from a distance, and their voices slowly came to Wang Baole's ears.
"Xiaobao, you have to study hard, don't you know? Don't always think about having fun, playing games, and spending money. When you grow up, we won't care about you anymore!"
"Don't talk about the child, Xiaobao, your dad is also doing it for your own good. You are still a child. Today is your birthday, so your dad and I have discussed it. You can relax after school today and only make up eight classes, and then
Make another twenty papers and recite fifty ancient poems, and then you can have the cake!"
"Xiaobao, you are so young, don't sigh all the time, cherish your time in school. After all, there are still 30,000 years until you graduate from elementary school. Your father and I have discussed it, and you will spend 20 years in middle school.
Wannian, we will find a better tutoring class for you!"
The little boy's eyes were blank. Hearing what his parents said, he was about to cry, but his tears had long since disappeared, and his eye circles were even darker. He was already on the verge of collapse and despair. He didn't know how he could
After surviving these more than two hundred thousand years... almost every day, he had to go to school, make up classes, do papers, and memorize various knowledge...
Day after day, year after year... Under the care of my parents, accompanied by my parents, I keep learning, learning, learning...
He thought about resisting and struggling, but no matter what method he used, even if he committed suicide, he would wake up again the next morning, as if nothing had happened, and continue to study and make up for lessons...
The only thing that supported him was that he remembered that all this was false, and that one day Wang Baole would come and take him away, but he waited and waited for more than 200,000 years, but he still didn't wait.
Listening to the words of the little boy's parents, Wang Baole looked strange and was shocked in his heart. Seeing the little boy's misery, he felt a little sympathetic, so he coughed.
As soon as this cough came out, the whole world suddenly stopped, everything was motionless, except for him and the little boy, everything was as usual.
The little boy didn't notice it at first. He was carrying his schoolbag, grimacing, and walking forward in confusion. But after walking a few steps, he felt something was wrong. He suddenly raised his head and looked around. When he saw Wang Baole's figure, he suddenly
He got so excited that he rushed over to him crying loudly and knelt down with a thud.
"Master, you are here! I made a mistake, please take me away. I don't want to be here anymore. I don't want to go to make up classes. I want to go back to be a weapon spirit. Master, please take me away..."
The little boy's cry was extremely miserable, and he was even worried that Wang Baole would ignore it, so he hugged Wang Baole's thigh and cried even louder.
In the end, Wang Baole could only put on a helpless look and took the little boy out of the phantom formation of the afterlife. Then he thought about it and went to the world where the old ghost who claimed to be the national master was.
This world is vaster than that of the little boy. The starry sky here is endless. To a certain extent, it is very similar to the outside world. There are even monks and strong people here. But no matter how strong they are, when Wang Baole came in, there was nothing
People can detect the slightest thing, and even have the authority they have, so that Wang Baole can collapse the world with just one thought.
And when he entered the illusory world of the afterlife and found the old ghost who had been a national teacher, the old guy was... escaping!
He ran away like crazy, even though his body was very messy and his hair was disheveled, his speed was astonishing, as if he was trying his best to escape.
Behind him, there were countless pursuers. These pursuers included countless monks and a large number of airships. They were densely packed and overwhelming in a crazy pursuit.
It can also be seen that these monks and airships do not belong to the same camp. If you identify them carefully, you can see that they seem to belong to at least ten factions.
If it was just a pursuit, Wang Baole would be surprised at most, but this pursuit was different, making Wang Baole look extremely strange... Those who were pursuing were shouting while chasing, and they were talking to each other.
They are all full of hostility and seem to be fighting over each other.
"National Master, you are old. Run slowly and don't hurt yourself."
"Master, don't leave. Our country cannot do without you. Thousands of people cannot live without you!"
"National Master, the emperor has issued an order. If you don't go back, he will commit suicide..."
"National Preceptor, we have discovered a new star field. There are thousands of civilizations there, all waiting for you to become the National Preceptor!"
These pursuers shouted one by one, and when their voices spread in all directions, the old ghost who was escaping in front of him, his hair all disheveled, was about to go crazy, his eyes were extremely red, and he roared with grief and anger.
"Get out of here, I am not the national master, you are the national master, and your whole family is the national master!!" When he said this, tears flowed down again, and he was extremely sad.