Regarding the second level of the Netherworld Dharma - Soul-Starting, Wang Baole is more familiar with this half month of cultivation, but his success rate is still not enough, let alone as an attack method.

Wang Baole understood this point because of his own cultivation. After all, this is a skill in the Killing Dan Realm.

What he needed was not to use the method of attracting souls, but to use this method to increase the effect of the Nether Fire to overlap and prepare for his elixir.

Now he has overlapped the Nether Fire to as many as 63. Every burst of power is extremely powerful than he used to be!!

At the same time, the lowest standard for the talented disciples of the Ming Sect is that the thirty-six paths of the Nether Fire overlaps thirty-six paths. Wang Baole is now far beyond that, but he feels that he seems to be able to stack it!

During this practice, Wang Baole also forgot the three souls he threw into the illusion array of rebirth. Until a monthly deadline for transforming resentful souls given by Master, it had slowly arrived. So after another seven days passed, Wang Baole, who had finally overlapped the dark fire to seventy paths, suddenly remembered the task assigned by Master.

"It seems like I have forgotten something..." Wang Baole blinked and looked at the formation with some guilt.

"I remember it seemed that it was adjusted to one day outside and was reborn in the illusion array for ten thousand years..." Wang Baole coughed, thinking 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 considered his own mistake.

Thinking of this, Wang Baole felt relieved, so he came to the illusion array of rebirth, raised his right hand and pressed it on the formation. Suddenly, his eyes burst into tears, as if he was wandering in his mind, his soul left his body, entered the illusion array, and wanted to bring the three souls out.

And the first one he went to was the fantasy array 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 a thousand years ago, and 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 crowded and bustling during the day, with lights and wine in the night, filled with luxury.

When Wang Baole came, it was the early morning of this world. The sun was shining and vehicles were constantly shuttled through the ground. Wang Baole's figure appeared in a school district in this city.

"According to my senses, that little devil is here." Wang Baole's figure floated in the air. After touching his chin, he began to search. Before he could look for it for a long time, he saw a seven or eight-year-old boy wearing a school uniform and carrying a huge schoolbag that seemed to be extremely heavy... he was crying and slowly moving forward.

Behind him was a middle-aged man and woman, obviously the little boy's parents. The two of them were carrying a heavier schoolbag in their hands. While walking, they kept reminding the little boy.

The scene was very warm. Wang Baole was even more pleased after seeing it. He felt that although he was late, the family of three was full of family affection, which made him think of his parents.

But when he thought about this, Wang Baole was stunned for a moment. He found that in his memory, he was very vague about his parents in reality, but he was extremely clear about his relatives in his federal dream.

This made Wang Baole a little confused and looked around instinctively. This world was so real. Whether it was the breeze blowing or the sound of the hustle and bustle in the distance, it made people unable to find any illusion from the senses.

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

"Xiaobao, do you know that you have to study hard? Don't always think about playing, playing games, and spending money. When you grow up, we won't care about you!"

"Stop talking about the child, Xiaobao, your father is also for your own good. You are still a child. Today is your birthday, so I discussed with your father. After school today, you will be more relaxed and only make up for eight classes, then do twenty papers, recite fifty ancient poems, and then you can eat cake!"

"Xiaobao, you are young, don't always sigh. Cherish your time in school. After all, there are still 30,000 years left before you graduated from elementary school. Your father and I have discussed it. We will find you a better tutoring class for you in the next 200,000 years of middle school!"

The little boy's eyes showed a daze. He was about to cry when he listened to his parents' words, but his tears had long disappeared, and his eyes were even darker. He was already on the verge of collapse and despair. He didn't know how he survived the past 200,000 years... Almost every day, he had to go to school, make up lessons, do papers, and recite various knowledge...

Day after day, year after year... Under the care of parents, and with the company of parents, we keep learning, learning, learning...

He had 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 before, and continue to study and make up for the lessons...

The only thing that supports him was that he remembered that all this was fake, and that one day, Wang Baole would come to take him away, but he 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. Looking at the little boy's miserableness, he felt a little sympathetic, so he coughed.

The cough came out, and the whole world suddenly stopped. Everything was motionless, only him and the little boy, everything was as usual.

The little boy didn't notice it at first, carrying his schoolbag, with a bitter face, and moving forward in a daze. But after walking a few steps, he felt something was wrong and suddenly looked up at the surroundings. When he saw Wang Baole's figure, he was immediately excited and rushed over and thrust over, and knelt down with a thud.

"Master, you are here! I was wrong. Take me away. I don't want to be here anymore. I don't want to go to make up for the lessons anymore. I want to go back to be a weapon spirit. Master please take me away..."

The little boy cried with great miserable voice, 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 act helplessly and took the little boy out of this illusion of rebirth. Then he thought about it and went to the world where the old ghost who originally claimed to be the national master was.

This world is vast and beyond the little boy. The starry sky here is endless, and it is very similar to the outside world to some extent. There are even monks and even stronger people here. However, no matter how strong it is, when Wang Baole comes in, no one can detect the slightest, or even the authority he has, which makes Wang Baole collapse in just one thought.

And when he entered the world of rebirth and found the old ghost who had been a national master, this old guy was... running away!

He fled wildly, even though his body was very embarrassed and his hair was disheveled, but his speed was amazing, as if he had fought hard and tried everything to escape.

Behind him were countless pursuers. Among these pursuers were countless monks and a large number of airships, densely packed, overwhelmingly chasing them.

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.

It would be fine if it was just a pursuit, but Wang Baole was surprised at most, but this pursuit was unique, making Wang Baole look extremely strange... Those chasing people were chanting while chasing, and they were full of hostility, as if they were fighting for it.

"National Master, you are old, run slowly and don't hurt your body."

"Don't leave the national teacher, 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 Master, we have discovered a new star field, where thousands of civilizations are waiting for you to become a national teacher!"

These pursuers shouted one by one. When the voices spread all over the world, the old ghost who was fleeing ahead was completely disorganized and was about to go crazy. His eyes were extremely red and he roared with sadness and anger.

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