Chapter 853

The words of the little sister are reasonable to a certain extent. This time, Wang Baole is indeed a little too greedy. Although it is because he doesn't want his hard-earned nature to pass away, whether it is in the early or middle stage of Lingxian, it will make him not so hard at the moment.

After all, after releasing all the sea within the soul and pouring it into the body in such a short time, his original Dharma body has been fragmented to some extent.

Now he can't collapse. It's all the stellar fire in his body and the palm of the planet, as well as the suppression of the power of the emperor's armor and Taoist Scriptures that makes him stand there. It's only the strong pain from his body that makes Wang Baole tremble. But what he can do now is to work hard to stabilize his body.

Fortunately, both the stellar fire and the palm of the planet are powerful. As a tight hoop, the emperor's armor makes his body like a shackle, giving Wang Baole a breathing time. The most important thing is the Taoist Scripture, whose will to come is shrouded in Wang Baole, as if it gave him strange power.

Wang Baole barely strengthened his body in a short time, but... After all, the Taoist Scriptures could not last too long, and soon dispersed, but the stellar fire could last forever, so although the pressure suddenly increased a lot, Wang Baole could barely open his eyes after the stability of the previous period of time.

"This time I'm playing big..." Wang Baole lowered his head with a wry smile and looked at his body. He could clearly feel that at this moment, no matter it's the star fire, the palm of the planet, or the emperor's armor, as long as one is removed, his body will collapse instantly. His current state should be considered to be in balance.

"Obviously, I'm in the late stage of Lingxian, but why do I feel like a porcelain doll now, and it's over with a touch." Wang Baole looked up helplessly, glanced at the millions of ghosts kneeling in front of him, looked at the twelve kneeling emperors in the palace in the sky, and finally looked at the emperor's armor sitting on the Dragon chair deep in the palace.

After devouring a generation of old ghosts, although he didn't get the other party's memory, and the follow-up of the nightmare formula didn't get it, his own nightmare formula was different from before. Without the will of the old ghost inside, this nightmare formula had completely belonged to him, especially now when he looked at the armor of the great emperor, Wang Baole had a strange feeling, as if... This armor was resonating with his nightmare formula skill.

After feeling this resonance, Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. Although his body was in pain everywhere at the moment, he still reluctantly raised his feet and stepped forward. The cultivation of Lingxian in the later period suddenly dispersed. Although it was only a step, the next moment, Wang Baole's figure disappeared in place. When he appeared... It was in the Imperial Palace, behind the twelve emperors, and before the armor of the great emperor!

Standing there, staring at the armor in front of him, Wang Baole was silent for a few breaths, and his right hand slowly raised. When he pressed the armor, his huge black eyes appeared behind him.

In an instant, as Wang Baole's palm fell and his black eyes turned behind him, the emperor's armor in front of him suddenly vibrated. In the blink of an eye, it broke down and turned into hundreds of copies. He came straight to Wang Baole. The first thing he touched was his outstretched right hand, which began to cover directly from his fingers, forming a black armor palm, spreading his arms behind, directly to the chest, until the other hand and the upper body.

Then it spread up and down at the same time, one part along Wang Baole's neck directly covered his face, and the other part spread his legs. All this happened in an instant. In an instant... Wang Baole's body trembled violently, and he felt the fluctuation of the emperor's armor and the trembling of the French ship.

Soon, the locust frigate was separated from the emperor's armor, and fell aside with a roar. It seemed that the emperor's armor did not agree with it, and when it was expelled, it was directly integrated with the original emperor's armor.

This integration is obviously more consistent than the emperor armor and the locust law ship, as if the two were originally one, without any obstacles, and complementary to each other, and the state of all integration was completed in an instant.

A more violent breath than the previous emperor's armor erupted directly from Wang Baole's new armor at the next moment, and its shape also changed suddenly. Countless complex patterns emerged, looking like countless eyes. The once bone spurs all converge, but not disappear, but an idea of Wang Baole can burst out instantly.

Its color is also completely dark, and finally... In the countless eyes of this armor, there is a huge red eye, which directly appears on Wang Baole's chest, as if the stars are holding the moon, which is extremely eye-catching.

What followed was a force and momentum, which perfectly matched Wang Baole's separation, and Wang Baole's long-awaited complete divine eye formula was directly introduced into Wang Baole's mind from this armor.

Wang Baole breathed quickly and suddenly shook his fist. Suddenly, the world turned pale and the wind and cloud rolled. During the explosion of the later cultivation of Lingxian in his body, he was instantly blessed, surpassing the later stage of Lingxian, and even surpassing the great fullness of Lingxian. Although it was not as good as the planet... To some extent, it seemed to be not much different from the real planet!!

This made Wang Baole's heart shake strongly. He felt that he was stronger than ever at the moment. At the same time, he also felt that his fragmented body had become more stable with the emergence of the new emperor armor.

It seems that he doesn't need stellar fire and planetary palm, and he can still maintain his current state. This feeling is very strong, which makes Wang Baole silent for a few breaths, and immediately decisively put the stellar fire and planetary palm away one by one.

Until all of them were taken away, although the sharp pain of his body was strengthened again, his body, as he judged, was still stabilized in the state of just now.

"This emperor armor... Is really good!!"

"In this way, it gives me time to think of ways to completely stabilize my body. At the same time... With the integrity of Shenmu formula, and then relying on killing, my cultivation will be infinitely improved!" Wang Baole felt the terror of Shenmu formula again in his heart, and he was more curious about the origin of this Shenmu formula.

But he knew that he couldn't be anxious about it, and he didn't regret killing a generation of old ghosts completely before. After all, Wang Baole instinctively didn't trust that generation of old ghosts, so after suppressing this idea, he raised his head and looked around, just about to check what else was in the imperial mausoleum, but at this time

As his eyes swept away, the twelve emperor souls kneeling motionless in the palace all trembled. Qi Qi got up and turned his head to Wang Baole, but he knelt down directly to Wang Baole in the next instant.

"See the emperor!"

Not only that, outside the palace, millions of ghosts rose at the same time, turned around at the same time, and then knelt down to Wang Baole, sending out a startling wave of millions.

"See the emperor!"

Wang Baole's eyes immediately narrowed and felt it. First of all, he determined that he was indeed Wang Baole. The previous swallowing of a generation of old ghosts was not an illusion, but a real thing. Then, when he looked at the twelve emperors and millions of ghosts outside, he had realized that it might be because he swallowed a generation of old ghosts, or because he was a Mingzi, or because of his own armor

It is also possible that these three reasons are all contained, so that at this moment, he can not only control the millions of ghosts and the twelve emperors, but also in each other's cognition, he... Is the great emperor of God eye civilization!

"The twelve emperors... Each one is comparable to the spirits..."

"Millions of ghosts, although cultivation is not a fairy, but also have the power of Yuan Ying!"

This scene made Wang Baole breathe a little, and his eyes showed his fine light. He knew from the bottom of his heart that these should be the details of a generation of old ghosts preparing for their rise after their own resurrection.

"Drive the soul, old ghost, you are not as good as me, and you can't seal the soul back to Yang... So this million souls are destined to belong to me!" When Wang Baole laughed, he raised his right hand and waved it suddenly. Suddenly, a large number of puppets appeared from his storage bag. The number of these puppets was about 100000. Although they could not meet the needs of millions of ghosts, they could barely accommodate them.

Then Wang Baole took out twelve powerful puppets that he had refined himself. These twelve puppets were all refined by Wang Baole in batches over the years. At this moment, as soon as they appeared, Wang Baole pinched the formula with both hands, and his eyes lit up with strange lights. Suddenly, the fire broke out inside and outside his body, and one after another, dark patterns that did not belong to this world appeared around him.

"Nether Dharma... Seal up and return to Yang!"