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, as his cultivation has reached the late spiritual immortal stage, many methods can be reproduced in his hands.
For example, Huiyang is a method of condensing the soul of the dead on a certain object, and there are many restrictions when it is used. 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 or forbidden techniques. As his technique unfolds, the souls of the twelve emperors suddenly tremble strongly and turn into twelve black lights, heading straight for 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 was so pleased that he took out all the one hundred thousand puppets and the million ghost souls stored in them.
Put it into the storage bag, then take a deep breath and look 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 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 his own instructions.
When I observed it with my spiritual consciousness before, I immediately saw that in the imperial mausoleum cemetery, with the imperial 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 aura within it has completely dissipated, so at first glance, it looks no different from an ordinary mountain.
"At least there are tens of millions of spiritual stones..." Wang Baole took a breath. At the same time, he was shocked and quickly moved closer to inspect 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, unable to tell what he was feeling at the moment. After a while, he looked at the second mountain. This mountain was made of countless pills.
It was piled up, but...these pills were the same as the spiritual stones. When they lost their spiritual energy, their contents had also deteriorated and lost their effectiveness.
"Is the Divine Eye Civilization a fool? It's so wasteful. Could it be that we were very rich back then!" Wang Baole came to the Pill Mountain sadly and looked at all of this blankly. After a while, he came to the third and fourth buildings listlessly.
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 corroded 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, his whole body seemed to be hammered by an invisible fist.
In my heart, my whole body 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, unlike the years.
Corrosion is more like being traumatized during life..."
"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 remained 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, then 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 modification, 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 raised his head to look at the sky and took a deep breath.
"In that case...it's time to leave." Wang Baole turned back 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... if you dismantle it, you can sell it for some money." 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 held it suddenly.
Punch out.
The sky roared, and a huge whirlpool was directly blasted away by Wang Baole. On the one hand, this was due to his strong cultivation, and on the other hand, he had 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 and he looked at the darkness outside the vortex. He felt 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 to feel 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 he was in was sinking,
Wang Baole was stunned for a moment.
"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,
Never stepped in.
But now, feeling the breath outside, and after confirming again and again, Wang Baole's mood suddenly cheered up, and he stepped out of the whirlpool with a sway, standing on the sinking statue. While looking around, his body suddenly appeared.
, it was like a boulder thrown into the lake, causing all the fog nearby to roll up 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 briefly, and as the surrounding mist merged into his body, his fragmented body under the armor actually