Chapter 457

Wang Baole is more familiar with the second layer of nether Dharma - inducing soul in this half month's practice, but the success rate is still not enough, let alone as an attack means.

Wang Baole understood that this was caused by his own cultivation. After all, this is the skill of jiedan realm.

What he needs is not to show the soul inducing method, but to use this method to increase the effect of the hell fire, make the hell fire overlap, and make the best preparation for his own pill.

Now, he has overlapped the hell fire to 63. Every outbreak and momentum are countless higher than he used to be!!

At the same time, the lowest standard for the gifted disciple jiedan of the Ming sect is that the Ming fire overlaps 36 ways. At present, Wang Baole has far exceeded it, but he feels that he can still overlap!

In this practice, Wang Baole also forgot the three souls that he threw into the illusion of death array until the time limit for monthly soul hatred given by the master has slowly arrived. So seven days later, Wang Baole finally overlapped the dark fire to 70, and suddenly remembered the task assigned by the master.

"I seem to have forgotten something..." Wang Baole blinked, looking at the array with some guilt.

"I remember it seemed that it was adjusted to the outside world for one day and died in magic formation for 10000 years..." Wang Baole coughed and thought that the three souls were all with dreams after all. Although he almost forgot them, after all... He still remembered it, so it was not his fault.

With this thought, Wang Baole felt a lot of peace at once, so he came to the death magic array, raised his right hand and pressed it on the array. Suddenly, his eyes flashed like a wandering spirit. His soul came out of his body and entered the magic array to bring the three souls out.

And the first thing he went to was the magic array where the little boy was.

This is a world without monks, a society somewhat similar to the Federation in Wang Baole's dream, just like the Federation a thousand years ago. Peace is the theme of the whole world.

The city where the little boy is located is a metropolis in this world, where people come and go during the day, bustling, and luxurious at night.

When Wang Baole came, it was the morning of the world. It was sunny. Vehicles on the ground kept shuttling. Wang Baole's figure appeared in a school district of the city.

"According to my feeling, the kid is here." Wang Baole's figure floated in the air, touched his chin, and began to look for it. Not long after he looked for it, he saw a seven or eight year old boy on a path below, wearing school uniforms and carrying a huge, seemingly extremely heavy schoolbag... He was walking slowly with a sad face.

And behind him, followed by a middle-aged man and woman, obviously the little boy's parents, two people carrying a heavier bag, while walking, while also constantly telling the little boy.

This scene is very warm. When Wang Baole saw it, he was more relieved that although he was late, the three members of the family were full of family affection, which made him think of his parents.

But Wang Baole was stunned at this thought. He found that his memory was very vague about his real parents, but he was very clear about his relatives in his federal dream.

This made Wang Baole a little confused. He instinctively looked around. The world was too real. Whether it was the breeze or the noise in the distance, people couldn't find the slightest illusion from the senses.

Just when Wang Baole felt a little strange here, the little boy and his family approached from a distance, and their voices slowly came and fell into Wang Baole's ears.

"Xiaobao, you should study hard. You know, don't always think about playing, playing games and spending money. When you grow up, we won't care about you!"

"Don't talk about children, Xiao Bao. Your father is also for you. You are still a child. Today is your birthday, so I discussed with your father. After school today, relax, just make up eight classes, then make another 20 papers, recite 50 ancient poems, and you can eat cake!"

"Xiao Bao, you are so young, don't always sigh. You should cherish your time in school. After all, there are 30000 years left before you graduate from primary school. Your father and I have discussed that in the 200000 years of your secondary school in the future, we will find you a better make-up class!"

The little boy's eyes showed a daze. Listening to his parents' words, he was about to cry, but his tears had long disappeared, and his eyes were even darker. The whole person was on the edge of collapse and despair. He didn't know how he survived these 200000 years... Almost every day, he had to go to school, make up lessons, do papers, and recite all kinds of knowledge

Day after day, year after year... Under the care of parents, accompanied by parents, constantly learning, learning

He wanted to resist and struggle, 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, continue to study and make up lessons

The only thing that supported him was that he remembered that all this was false. He remembered that one day, Wang Baole would come and take him away, but he waited and waited for more than 200000 years, but he didn't wait.

Listening to the words of the little boy's parents, Wang Baole looked strange and shocked at the bottom of his heart. Looking at the little boy's sadness, he also had some sympathy, so he coughed.

This cough came out, and suddenly the whole world suddenly stopped, all things, all motionless, only he and the little boy, everything as usual.

The little boy didn't realize it at first. He was carrying his schoolbag, with a bitter face, and walked forward blankly, but after taking a few steps, he felt something wrong, and suddenly looked up and looked around. When he saw the figure of Wang Baole, he was immediately excited, and directly rushed over with crying and fell on his knees with a pop.

"Master, you're here! I'm wrong. You take me away. I don't want to be here anymore. I don't want to make up lessons. I want to go back and be a spirit. Master, please take me away..."

The little boy's cry was so miserable that he even worried that Wang Baole would ignore it. He hugged Wang Baole's thigh and cried louder.

In the end, Wang Baole could only put on a helpless look and took the little boy out of the illusion of death. Then he thought about it and went to the world where the old ghost who originally claimed to be the national master lived.

The vastness of this world is beyond that of the little boy. The starry sky here is endless. To some extent, it is very similar to the outside world. Even there are monks here, and there are stronger ones. However, no matter how strong it is, when Wang Baole comes in, no one can detect the slightest, or even have their own authority, so that Wang Baole can collapse this world with just one thought.

And when he entered the world of death magic array and found the old ghost who had been a national teacher, the old guy was... Running away!

Crazy escape, even if the body is very embarrassed, disheveled, but his speed is amazing, it seems that he fought his life, fought all the escape.

Behind him, there were countless pursuers, including countless monks and a large number of airships, which were dense, overwhelming and crazy.

It can be seen that these monks and airships do not belong to the same camp. If you carefully identify them, you can see that they seem to belong to at least ten forces.

If it's just a chase, Wang Baole is at most surprised, but this chase is different, which makes Wang Baole look extremely strange... Those who chase, while chasing, are shouting, and they are full of hostility to each other, as if they are fighting.

"Master, you are old. Run slowly and don't hurt yourself."

"Don't leave, national master. Our country can't live without you. Thousands of people can't live without you!"

"Guoshi, the emperor has ordered that if you don't go back, he will commit suicide..."

"Guoshi, we have found a new star domain, where thousands of civilizations are waiting for you to become a Guoshi!"

These pursuers shouted one by one. When their voices spread all over the four directions, the old ghost who was fleeing in front of him had scattered hair and was going crazy. His eyes were very red and hissed with grief and anger.

"Get out of here, I'm not a national teacher, you are a national teacher, and your whole family are national teachers!!" When he said this, tears flowed down again, and his sadness was to the extreme.