Looking at the naked eye, this is a world that seems to be no different from the outside world. The sky is blue, the earth is plain, the plants are green, and the mountains are undulating in the distance. It is vast and boundless, and the spiritual energy is extremely rich.

Everything here seems to be not a tomb. In the wind blowing, there are birds singing and flowers. Even in the sky, some cranes can be seen flying past gracefully from time to time. Sometimes there are some beautiful fairies sitting on the cranes, curiously looking down at Wang Baole who broke into this place.

If other monks changed to this scene, even if they had reached the planetary realm even if their cultivation level exceeded that of Wang Baole, it would be difficult to see the clues. However, Wang Baole himself was special. At this moment, he narrowed his eyes and a faint light flashed in the depths of his eyes in an instant.

The faint light with a hint of dark fire covered his eyes and the world in front of him changed drastically, as if a layer of veil covering it was lifted up, revealing its true appearance!

The sky is not blue, but red!

The earth is not green in the grass, but withered, the so-called undulating mountains... In fact, it is countless bones accumulated, and the cranes in the sky are hideous ghosts. As for the fairies... they are all transformed by ugly maggots!

As for spiritual energy... this is not spiritual energy at all, but the extreme dead energy. In addition, on the earth plain, it is not empty, but an army of nearly one million ghosts, each with cold eyes, arranged in one by one. Looking around, this scene can indeed be described as vast and boundless.

In addition, over the mountains formed by the corpses, there was a huge palace in the world. While the palace was purple and blue, you can see that there were thirteen very luxurious imperial seats in the palace!

The twelve seats are divided into two vertical rows, while the last seat is at the deepest part of the palace, alone on the crowd chairs, and far exceeds the rest, both in size and in luxury.

At the same time, there were figures on these seats. Among them, the twelve seats divided into two rows were all old men. Although they looked different, they had similarities. They all had expressionless faces, with pressure in their eyes, wearing yellow robes and imperial crowns, and were coldly looking at the place where Wang Baole was.

And the deepest part is also the most noble thirteenth seat... On it was a taller figure, with fluctuations and pressure, which seemed to change the color of the sky. What was different from others was that there was no face on his face, but a blur!

When all this was reflected in Wang Baole's eyes, his expression became more and more strange. Before he could take any action, the emperor who was sitting on the throne and without a face suddenly raised his head.

Although he had no face, Wang Baole still had an illusion, as if his eyes were emitting from the emperor's face and he looked directly at him.

This gaze seemed to be substantial. When he was seen, Wang Baole's body suddenly shook. The Nightmare Eye Art in his body ran violently at this moment, and huge black eyes appeared behind him uncontrollably.

The eye is hundreds of feet in size. The moment it appears here, a huge aura formed, which seems to merge with the faceless emperor's eyes in the palace. Then there is a burst of laughter from the nightmare eyes and from Wang Baole's body.

"Wang Baole, I want to thank you for bringing me back from my near-death state so that I can live for a lifetime!" As the laughter echoed arrogantly, an old man appeared directly from the pupils of the huge black eyes, and he looked rebellious. At this moment, he walked out of the laughter and stood between heaven and earth.

Although the body is illusory, the aura emitted from its body seems to merge with the entire world, causing the world to change, the wind and clouds to rewind, and waves of terrifying pressure spreading to the four directions.

"Have you said enough? The Emperor of the Divine Eye Civilization, I found that you are very verbose in speaking." Wang Baole was too lazy to pretend to be alarmed. At this moment, his expression was very calm and he turned his head to look at the old man's figure.

"The next thing is to take over the body, but with your current state, it seems to be a little worse. So... what is your trump card? Is it here that makes you confident?" Wang Baole had a thorough understanding of the fate that Xie Haiyang said.

"This fortune...is probably the emperor himself. Since he can eat three heads, he obviously knows that this emperor is going to take over my body and resurrect me. Therefore, the fortune is the emperor himself, which is true!"

"Although Xie Haiyang has cheated me, he shouldn't want me to die. Since that's the case, how can he be sure that this time the body-taking will fail and will become my nutrients, so that I can make a breakthrough here? Perhaps Xie Haiyang also has his own ideas. Will I spend money to help him after entering this place? In this way, Xie Haiyang thought that it is impossible to succeed based on myself... His source of judgment is either that he doesn't know my identity in the Underworld Sect, or that... this generation of old ghosts are cheating!"

Wang Baole's thoughts instantly turned, and his divine eyes narrowed and sneered.

"In order to repay you, I will occupy your body and work hard for you!" As he said that, he raised his right hand and waved it around.

With this wave, the aura on his body burst out again, and suddenly on the plain in front of Wang Baole, the millions of ghost troops standing there and originally looking at him coldly, were trembling in an instant, and the coldness in his eyes was replaced by fanaticism, and he knelt down one by one!

From a distance, the scene of millions of troops kneeling together seemed to be ups and downs, which was very shocking. What was even more shocking was that after the millions of ghost troops knelt down, they all spoke, and soul words that could be detected were heard!

"Welcome the Emperor back to the palace!"

As they spoke, a trace of soul aura suddenly appeared above the heads of each of the millions of ghosts. These auras flew in an instant and headed straight for... the old man who walked out of the nightmare, the emperor of the divine civilization, left!

This scene made a strange light flash in Wang Baole's eyes, and doubts emerged in his heart.

"Don't this old ghost really knows that I am from the Underworld Sect?"

As a person from the Nether Sect, especially Mingzi, if Wang Baole thinks, he can directly intercept this soul power and let it integrate into his body. However, this scene made Wang Baole hesitate in his heart, so his eyes flashed undetectable, and he suddenly looked proud and laughed.

"Although I don't know why the Ming Sect only changed the Divine Eye Strategy, but it was kept and not erased. But obviously you are still a little unclear about my origin..."

"Mystery, soul comes!" As soon as Wang Baole's words came out, as his right hand raised, a dark fire burst out in his eyes. An ancient aura from the Nether Sect rose directly on him, causing the entire imperial tomb world to tremble at this moment. At the moment when the expression of that generation of emperors suddenly changed, the soul energy from millions of ghosts that had originally rushed towards him turned directly in front of him... and rushed towards Wang Baole!

"Impossible!!! The emperor's heir is back!" The face of an old ghost changed drastically, with panic in his eyes, as if he was extremely anxious, and raised his right hand and pointed to the palace in the sky.

With this finger, except for the faceless emperor in the palace, the other twelve emperors of the divine civilization on the other twelve seats were shocked, and they all stood up, kneeling down to Wang Baole and a generation of old ghosts.

"Welcome to the ancestor back to the palace!"

As soon as the words came out, the extremely rich soul energy of the twelve emperors suddenly dispersed, turning into twelve soul dragons, rushed out of the palace, and headed straight for a generation of old ghosts, coming in an instant, as if to stop Wang Baole from pulling the aura of millions of ghosts!

At this moment, in this imperial tomb, millions of ghost energy and the soul power of the twelve emperors spread together, causing great fluctuations. With Wang Baole's identity as the Underworld Sect, he could immediately feel that once he incorporated them into his body, after a period of digestion, his cultivation level will instantly rise, break through to the God of God, and reach the Spirit Immortal, even far more than the early stage of the Spirit Immortal, and reach the middle stage of the Spirit Immortal, which is not impossible!!
Chapter completed!