Chapter 847

To the naked eye, this is a world that seems to be no different from the outside world. The sky is blue, the earth plain, lush vegetation, and mountains rise and fall in the distance. At the same time, it is boundless and full of aura.

Everything here doesn't seem to be a tomb. In the wind, there are still birds singing and flowers smelling. Even in the sky, some cranes can be seen flying gracefully from time to time, and sometimes there are some beautiful fairies sitting on the cranes, looking down curiously at Wang Baole who broke into here.

In this scene, if there were other monks, even if their accomplishments exceeded that of Wang Baole and reached the planetary realm, it would be difficult to see the clue, but Wang Baole himself was special. At the moment, he squinted, and a faint light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

With a trace of dark fire, the world unfolded in front of him after covering his eyes, and immediately changed greatly, as if lifting a veil covering here, revealing its real appearance!

The sky is not blue, but red!

The earth is not verdant, but withered, the so-called mountains rise and fall... In fact, countless skeletons are piled up, and those cranes in the sky are ferocious ghosts, as for fairies... All of them are transformed by ugly maggots!

As for aura... This is not aura at all, but the extreme dead aura. In addition, on the earth plain, it is not empty, but there are nearly a million ghost armies, one by one with bleak eyes, arranged together. Looking at it, this scene can indeed be described as vast.

In addition, over the mountains formed by the corpses, there is a huge imperial palace between heaven and earth. The color of the palace is purple. At the same time, you can see that there are thirteen very luxurious imperial seats in the palace!

Among them, twelve seats are divided into two vertical rows, and the last seat is in the deepest part of the palace, standing alone on the chairs, and far surpassing others in both size and luxury.

At the same time, on these seats, there are figures living on them. The twelve seats divided into two rows are all old people. Although they look different, they have similarities. Each face is expressionless, with authority in their eyes, wearing yellow robes and imperial crowns, looking coldly at the place where Wang Baole is located.

And the thirteenth seat, the deepest and most noble seat... On it sat a taller figure, whose fluctuation and pressure seemed to make the sky pale, and what he was different from others was that there was no face on his face, but a blur!

All this, reflected in the moment of Wang Bao's eyes, his expression became more and more strange. Before he took action, the faceless emperor sitting on the throne suddenly raised his head.

Although there was no face, Wang Baole still had an illusion, as if his eyes were scattered from the emperor's face and directly looked at himself.

This vision was as real as it was. At the moment when it was seen, Wang Baole's body suddenly shook, and the nightmare formula in his body suddenly ran in this instant. Uncontrollably, huge black eyes appeared behind him.

The size of this eye is 100 feet. The moment it appears here, it forms a towering momentum, which seems to merge with the faceless eyes of the emperor in the palace. Then there is a laugh with excitement and excitement, which bursts out of Wang Baole's body from his nightmare eyes.

"Wang Baole, I want to thank you for bringing me back here from a state of near death, so that I can live another life!" With the arrogant echo of laughter, an old man's figure appeared directly from the pupil of his huge black eyes. His appearance was unruly. At this moment, he stepped out of the laughter and stood between heaven and earth.

Although the body is illusory, the breath emanating from his body seems to integrate with the whole world, making heaven and earth change, wind and cloud overturn, and bursts of terrible pressure spread towards the four directions.

"Have you said enough, emperor of Shenmu civilization generation, I find that you are an old guy who talks very long." Wang Baole was too lazy to pretend to be panic. At the moment, he looked very calm and looked sideways at the figure of the old man.

"The next step is to win, but in your current state, it seems to be a little worse, so... What is your card in the end? Is this where you are sure?" In his words, Wang Baole's heart has completely understood what Xie Haiyang said about nature.

"This fate... Nine times out of ten is this generation of emperors themselves. Since he can eat three heads, he obviously knows that this generation of emperors will kill me and resurrect me. Therefore, it is true that fate is a generation of emperors themselves!"

"Although Xie Haiyang hurt me, he should not want me to fall. In that case, how can he be sure that this fight will fail and become my nutrient instead, so that I can make a breakthrough here? Maybe Xie Haiyang is also thinking that I will spend money to buy him to help after entering here. In this way, Xie Haiyang's mind thinks that it is impossible to succeed by myself... His judgment Yuan, either he doesn't know my Ming clan identity, or... This generation of old ghosts, there is fraud! "

Wang Baole's mind turned in an instant, and Shenmu generation squinted and sneered.

"In order to repay you, I will occupy your body and live for you!" With that, he lifted his right hand and waved it around.

With this wave, the breath on his body broke out again, and immediately on the plain in front of Wang Baole, those who stood there and originally looked at his million ghost army coldly, trembled instantly, and the coldness in their eyes was replaced by fanaticism, kneeling instantly!

Seen from a distance, the picture of millions of troops kneeling together is like the ups and downs of waves, which is very shocking. What's more shocking is that after kneeling down, the millions of ghost troops all opened their mouths and spread the soul words of God!

"Welcome the emperor back to the palace!"

As they opened their mouths, the heads of each of the millions of ghosts suddenly released a trace of soul breath, which flew in an instant and went straight to the old man who walked out of the nightmare, the emperor of the Shenmu civilization generation!

This scene made Wang Baole's eyes twinkle with strangeness, and at the same time, doubts also emerged in his heart.

"Doesn't the old ghost really know that I'm from the nether sect?"

As a member of the Ming sect, especially the Ming Zi, at this moment, if Wang Baole wanted to, he could directly intercept this spiritual force and integrate it into his body, but this scene made Wang Baole hesitate at the bottom of his heart, so his eyes flashed slightly, and suddenly he put on a proud look and laughed.

"Although I don't know why mingzong only changed the Shenmu formula, but you didn't erase it, obviously you still don't know my origin..."

"Nether Dharma, soul!" As soon as Wang Baole uttered his words, with his right hand raised, there was a sudden burst of fire in his eyes. An ancient breath from the Ming sect rose directly on him, which made the whole imperial mausoleum world tremble at this moment. At the moment of the sudden change of the look of the emperor of that generation, those spirits from millions of ghosts that had originally rushed towards him turned directly in front of him... Towards Wang Baole, they rushed!

"Impossible!!! Emperor's heir returns!!" A generation of old ghosts' faces changed violently, and their eyes showed panic, as if they were extremely anxious. Their right hand raised a finger towards the palace in the sky.

At this point, in addition to the faceless emperor, the emperors of all dynasties of Shenmu civilization on the other twelve seats in the Imperial Palace suddenly shook their bodies, got up together, and knelt down directly to Wang Baole and a generation of old ghosts.

"Welcome my grandfather back to the palace!"

As soon as the words came out, all the twelve emperors had extremely strong soul Qi, which suddenly dispersed, turned into twelve soul dragons, rushed out of the palace, and went straight to a generation of old ghosts. It came here in an instant, as if to stop wangbaole from dragging the spirit of millions of souls!

At this moment, in the imperial mausoleum, the spirit of millions of souls is diffuse with the soul power of the twelve emperors, and the fluctuation is so great that he can immediately feel that once he integrates them into his body, after a period of digestion, his cultivation will instantly rise, break through the spirit, reach the spirit fairy, and even far beyond the initial stage of the spirit fairy, and it is not impossible to reach the middle stage of the spirit fairy!!

"Such a big temptation..." deep in Wang Bao's eyes, entanglement and hesitation collided violently.