Incense to the ancestors, I am invincible in the world

Chapter 142 Burning an Ultraman for the Ancestor, Burning a Daji for the Grandpa

"A mother is a woman who has milk! Your grandfather has money, soldiers, and power, so all these guys ran away and went to him!"

The ancestors cried.

It can be seen that he has been suppressed for a long time, and today he broke out emotionally and all cried out.

"Old Ancestor, don't be sad, I will accompany you!"

Wang Xiaobao comforted the old ancestor's wounded heart, and told the old ancestor two nasty jokes.

The old ancestor laughed, and his mood gradually recovered.

"Thanks to having you as a good grandson, the old ancestor is much better." The old ancestor said with eyes full of relief.

"Don't worry too much, although those guys have gone to your grandfather, but my ancestor and I still have your two great-grandfathers, Tianbao and Dibao."

"They are loyal to me. One is the general who protects the city, and the other is the chief steward of the castle. They can basically maintain the operation of the castle. Safety is not a problem."

The old ancestor smiled and told Wang Xiaobao to feel at ease.

Wang Xiaobao smiled.

He knew in his heart that the old ancestor was relieving him, and the iron-blooded castle must have been in chaos.

Because the castles in the wasteland are huge.

Not only is the city vast, but there are tens of millions of people living there, it is extremely difficult to manage such a big city, not to mention that wars often break out in the wasteland.

The two chatted for a few more words, and Wang Xiaobao gave Wang Xuanbao a great empowerment in the underworld, which was regarded as compensation and comfort to the ancestors.

After going offline.

Wang Xiaobao pondered.
"We have to find a way to help our ancestors!"

"The ancestors of weapons and ammunition are all gone, but now the main thing is the lack of people, the shortage of available people!"

"Burn some more ocean girls? No, ocean girls can only fight on the bed. On the battlefield, you need steel macho, steel macho"

Wang Xiaobao smacked, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he thought of several supermen on earth.

"Iron Man, Spider-Man, Hulk, Black Panther, aren't they Iron Man?"

"Is it okay to burn them to the ancestors?"

"If it's really possible, then the ancestor won't have to worry about having no one under his command!"

Wang Xiaobao acted immediately.

He went to the next room and used the power of his spiritual consciousness to form a barrier to seal off the external perception. Then he held Ma Liang's magic pen, tore a few pieces of toilet paper, and drew on the spot.

Eats the brain of a professor of earth literature with images of these characters on the spot.

Wang Xiaobao paints one by one, which is very obvious.

What he paints are not real objects, but concrete objects.

It is the same principle as last time when I painted the Dragon Slaying Sword and Yitian Excalibur. They are made of paper, and then burned to the ancestors to become real people.

"Nine Yin Qi is not consumed much, so we can continue."

"Let's draw another Ultraman for the ancestor! This one is strong enough to protect the ancestor's safety!"

Wang Xiaobao thought.

There is an image of Ultraman in the memory, and Wang Xiaobao paints slowly according to the memory.

"Om~"

The mysterious light flowed from the magic pen of Ma Liang, and Wang Xiaobao's Jiuyin Qi was absorbed in a large amount, and quickly poured into the tip of the pen.

Nine Yin True Qi is being consumed rapidly.

Crazy poured into Ma Liang's magic brush, the light was bright.

Wang Xiaobao's heart shuddered.

"Drawing Dragon Saber and Iron Man didn't consume so much Nine Yin True Qi. It seems that this Ultraman is really ridiculously strong!"

"The two are not at the same level!"

Through the consumption of Nine Yin True Qi, Wang Xiaobao can roughly judge the level and strength of the manifested thing.

gradually.

An Ultraman was formed on the toilet paper.

"Wow!"

The light flashed.

An Ultraman paper product appeared in front of Wang Xiaobao.

It's the same as Dayang Girl's paper goods, but it looks more realistic, with mysterious light flowing all over her body, and the texture feels like paper but not paper, like a refined "talisman".

The paper goods displayed by Ma Liangshen's pen are completely different from the paper goods bought in incense paper shops.

This is more advanced and mysterious.

Just like the Dragon Slaying Knife and Yitian Sword last time.

Altman in front of him.

The whole body is muscular, and the back is silver-white Noah's wings. The wingtips stand upside down, like the Buddha's light behind the Buddha statue, and a red energy stone is on the chest.

This is also Ultraman's heart.

"Ultraman is a legendary giant who has guarded the universe since ancient times."

"The retractable 'Noah's Wings' on his back give him the ability to travel through space and time, and he can shoot hellfire with his fists."

Wang Xiaobao recalled Altman's description.

"I don't know how strong the original version of the Ultraman I drew."

"It's a pirated version after all, I hope it's not too weak."

Wang Xiaobao looked forward.

"Okay, the things for the ancestors are all painted."

"Next, let's draw two more for Grandpa!"

"What should I draw? Grandpa has strong soldiers and horses, and there are loads of beauties. It seems that there is no shortage of anything! The things for grandpa must be rare."

Wang Xiaobao did not forget his grandfather Wang Chongbao.

After thinking for a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, thinking of it.

"Draw a Zhuge Liang, and then draw a Daji!"

"Burn them to grandpa."

"Zhuge Liang can be a military advisor for grandpa and help grandpa open up territories. Daji can accompany grandpa to be happy and comfort grandpa every lonely night."

The idea is certain.

Wang Xiaobao painted immediately.

The paper goods with the appearance of Zhuge Liang were quickly completed, and the appearance of the feather fan and towel is very chic.

As for Daji
Wang Xiaobao recalled the description of Daji, tried his best to paint, and finally drew a super big beautiful paper product, with captivating eyes and nine tails growing behind his buttocks.

"Collection of coquettish and seductive, grandpa will definitely like this one!"

Wang Xiaobao smiled with satisfaction.

After collecting the pen, he packed and folded the paper goods, and went to the crooked-neck old pagoda tree on Century Avenue.

Ordinary mortal flames can no longer burn these paper products, only his Jiuyin real fire can burn them, after all, they are paper products made by Ma Liangshen's pen.

extraordinary.

Seeing the last flame extinguished, Ultraman, Daji and other paper goods were reduced to ashes, Wang Xiaobao went home with anticipation.

wasteland.

The polar night is coming, there is no day, and the whole barren land looks gloomy and darker.

On the vast land, there are only lights in the castles.

Jagged castle.

Wang Xuanbao stood at the window balcony of the castle hall, overlooking the entire castle.

in the dark.

There were chaotic voices coming from all over the castle, and the flames were soaring into the sky. It was obvious that someone was restless again.

Too many ancestors of the Wang family have joined Wang Chongbao, the upper management of Jagged City is vacant, a large number of soldiers have no one to command and dispatch, and the law and order in the city has become extremely chaotic.

Some hostile forces of the royal family have been wandering secretly.

Especially these days, it is even more rampant.

"Hey, if this goes on, the Jagged Castle may not be able to hold on."

Wang Xuanbao looked worried.

at this time.

Outside the main hall, Wang Tianbao came in a hurry. He was wearing armor with blood, full of evil spirits. Obviously, he had suppressed many rebellions tonight.

But at the moment.

With an excited expression on his face, he strode in and said, "Old Ancestor, there is movement at the Pagoda of Yang, is it because Xiao Bao's grandson came here to burn something for us?"

Wang Xuanbao was startled when he heard the words, and then smiled.

"It's still Xiaobao's good grandson who has a conscience! Let's go, let's go and see what he burned."

Wang Tianbao nodded, his eyes looking forward.

The last time Wang Xiaobao burned a Yitian sword to his ancestor, his eyes were red with envy.

now.

Xiaobao's good grandson came over to burn things again, I don't know if he has a share.

The two hurried to Yangbao Square, entered Yangbao Pagoda, looked at the old locust tree, but couldn't help but stay together.

(End of this chapter)