A World Worth Protecting

When Wang Baole was teleported to the tomb of the Emperor's Mausoleum, at the same time, he felt that something was wrong. In the Xingkongfang city where the galaxy where the Godhead civilization is located, the top floor of Xie's shop helped Wang Baole to complete the teleportation of Xie Haiyang. After taking a sip of his tea cup, a smile appeared on his face and he murmured.

"Brothers, I thank Haiyang for doing things very well ... Three thousand red crystals contain more than just information, door opening and transmission ... and timing!"

"And timing ... is the most expensive, because at this time your presence will let you know a series of information and ... something that will change the future."

"As your investor, I'm sincere enough for you!" Xie Haiyang put down his tea cup and smiled slightly.

At the same time, in the tomb of the Emperor's Civilization Emperor Wang Baole, a strange figure appeared in the eyes, and he felt the surroundings again.

"Am I really the son of luck?" Wang Baole was silent for a moment, and looked around. In fact, Xie Haiyang vowed an exaggerated sense of rejection, which Wang Baole did not feel at all.

If you just do n’t feel it, it ’s because of his sense at this moment that all the vegetation and everything around this emperor's tomb, and even this world ... seem to have an indescribable kind and enthusiasm for himself.

For example ... when my eyes are on, the vegetation on the ground immediately swayes as if welcoming myself, and for example ... I am standing in the air at this moment, and when the wind comes to my feet, I support myself, and I worry about myself Looks exhausted.

All this made Wang Baole's eyes flash for a moment, and a guess emerged in his mind.

"Maybe ... because I have cultivated Jiumu Ji? So it is considered to be the blood of the royal family? Or ... There is no so-called royal blood, as long as I have cultivated the **** Muiju, all meet the requirements?" Wang Baole narrowed his eyes, he I think there is a possibility that this guess is correct.

"However, why do I still feel that this thing is weird ..." In muttering, Wang Baole's eyes appeared suspicious. After groaning, his body shook and fell directly into the grass and trees below. Looking at the swaying vegetation around, Wang Baole His eyes fell on the surrounding trees again, and finally he walked towards one of the big trees bearing many small fruits. When he stood in front of him, he suddenly opened his mouth.

"If only I could eat a bit more fruit."

As soon as the words came out, the fruit tree suddenly shook a few times, and all the fruits instantly withered. Only the fruit closest to Wang Baole, instead of disappearing, grew rapidly, everything was just a few breaths. The fruit is the size of a previous fingernail, and it is a fist.

This scene, Wang Baole could not help but take a deep breath, "Sure enough, there is a problem, even if I practise Ji Mu Ji, but this will not make such a change here." A flash of coldness in the depths of Wang Baole's eyes has caused him a high degree of vigilance, and he has a faint guess in the bottom of his heart, but this speculation was only flashed, and he was hidden, even this doubtful thought, He was also hidden by him, and his thoughts were not contained to a certain extent, let alone his appearance.

It was a cough that filled his heart with pride.

"It seems that I am really the son of luck." Wang Baole sighed and secretly said that he was very helpless. He was obviously low-key, but his destiny always secretly loved himself, so that in many places, he would be unknowingly angry. The son of luck.

"This way ... for me, there is no limit to the scent of incense ..." Wang Baole touched his stomach, his body fluttered with emotion, with the help of the wind under his feet, the speed was extremely fast, and his sense of mind was even more diffused. , Go straight ahead.

It seems that at this moment, he was even proud of his thoughts, without too much doubt, so that even if someone deliberately peeped into his heart, he could not see much clue, but in fact ... in Wang Baole's knowledge of the sea The palm of the planet raised by the eternal fire is now ready to erupt at any moment.

This represents the depth of Wang Baole's heart ... already alert to the extreme!

This is a method of almost self-hypnosis. To some extent, it can be considered to deceive yourself, so that you can form such a deep-seated vigilance, but without revealing the slightest thoughts, it gives people a sense of satisfaction. Feeling.

With this self-satisfaction, Wang Baole flew forward swaying all the way. The area of ​​this cemetery of the emperor's mausoleum is not small. At Wang Baole's speed, it takes half a column of incense to complete the walk. Once again, the figure showed a strange awn, and when looking sideways to the right, his figure was instantly blurred until it disappeared.

Seventy or eight Changhongs appeared in the sky from Wang Baole's previous direction after his figure dissipated for about twenty minutes. These Changhongs were relatively fast and the fluctuations were only Yuan. Babies, while wearing gorgeous clothes, all with a look of arrogance, faintness, and the breath of God's eyes, spread out on them, whistling past where Wang Baole disappeared.

The seven or eight people didn't notice that when they flew by, the last middle-aged monk who was at the end had a ray of black mist on his hair that appeared out of thin air, entangled it, and even entered it along his ears. In the next instant, This person is even more stingy, with a momentary twist around him.

This scene was naturally not noticed by the monks in front of him, so no one knew that the momentary distortion was that Wang Baole changed into this person's appearance in an instant, and sealed the person who was changed by him. Inside the storage bag.

By the way, he also completed a simple soul search.

"Royal ..." Wang Baole, who became a middle-aged monk, followed the people in front of him as he galloped in the sky, and through searching the soul, he knew that these people were royal children, and he also saw why they were here. Here, and what to do next.

"The emperor of this generation of gods wants to open the door of the cemetery. All the monks of the royal family are ordered to go? A little interesting. The timing Xie Haiyang gave me is too exaggerated ..." Wang Baole narrowed his eyes as he searched The soul person does not know much, so Wang Baole only noticed it probably, but he was not in a hurry and followed the people silently all the way. After half an hour in the roar of the emperor's tomb, he came to the center of the emperor's tomb. Ground!

From a distance, Wang Baole saw a huge statue in the center. This statue stood there, looking down at all beings. It had no mouth and nose on its face, only a huge eye!

Although it was stone, when Wang Baole saw the eyes, the eyesight in his body moved by himself. After being directly suppressed by him, he followed the fellow monk in front of him without expression and approached the statue.

And here ... have gathered hundreds of monks.

These monks are obviously not the same people. They clearly formed two groups with each other, a group of more than 30 people in the periphery, wearing colorful robes and purple masks on their faces. The breath on their bodies was sharp and strong. Xiu Wei is also very amazing. In addition to five psychic fluctuations, one of them, Wang Baole, immediately recognized that he must be a spiritual fairy!

These people have a characteristic that their bodies contain **** breath. If you look closely, you can see that each person has a **** jade!

The blood from these jade pendants seems to be able to offset the exclusion here to a certain extent, so that there is no appearance of exclusion around them.

After this scene, Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and looked at another group of people.

This group of people was close to the statue. They were gorgeously dressed and had divine eye movements on their bodies. Obviously they were all people of the royal family, especially the four people who had the strongest fluctuations.

The four were all old men. Three of them were wearing purple robes, and they were all in the form of perfect consummation, with icy eyes in their eyes, looking at the only one wearing a yellow robe and a crown, dressed like an emperor. Average person.

"Brother Huang, say this ... are you not willing?" One of the three purple robe elders spoke coldly at the moment.

As soon as his voice came out, the emperor-like old man was emaciated, his expression was weak and helpless, he looked at the three around him in fear, and said bitterly.

"I really did my best. I couldn't open it. It wasn't what I wished for ... it was because my blood concentration was insufficient. Even if you gave me new blood veins, it was useless."