A World Worth Protecting

It is really he who remembered his own more than 200,000 years. He was still very good at the beginning. As a national teacher of a small country, he was highly weighted and ambitious, but soon he discovered that a stronger country needs a national teacher. It was a sincere invitation, so he went. After a few years, another more powerful country needs a national teacher, and then invites...

At that time, he was still very ambitious, so he went again. In this way, every time he became a national teacher, he would soon discover that a stronger country needs a national teacher, once and for all, more than 200,000. In the past year, he himself did not remember how many national teachers he had done.

It can be said that in the profession of the national division, he has already spit... and this matter has never ended. He will always find a country that needs more national teachers... In the end, he is completely mad, can’t stand it, even hears The two words of the national teacher feel collapse.

So he began to flee, but every time he could not escape, he would always be caught back to continue to be a national teacher... He tried every means, even if a country was tossed out, but there are still new countries. Grab him and ask him to be a national teacher...

All this, for him, is blood and tears, which makes this old ghost send out a heartbreaking shackle. What he is most eager for now is to have a dull day. He does not want to be a national teacher, as long as he can be ordinary, even if he becomes Spiritual, he is willing.

Therefore, when he fled, after seeing the figure of Wang Baole, he immediately cried, and he slammed into the ground and sorrowed.

"Master, you can count it, take me away, I am willing to be a spirit, I don't want to be a national teacher again... I was so stupid at the beginning, I want to be a national teacher!!"

After picking up the old ghost who was crying and tears, Wang Baole couldn't help feeling. He felt that he had a deeper understanding of human nature.

"They want to thank me, I let them know what they really need!"

"Become my instrumental spirit, that is what they are most eager for!" Wang Baole smugly smacked his stomach, and suddenly felt that this movement was somewhat comfortable, so he took a few more shots.

"It seems that there are still shortcomings..." Wang Baoxi thought about it. After recalling it, he finally realized what he was missing.

"Unfortunately, it is still a good dream, there are snacks." Wang Baole shook his head, but he soon became interested in the world of the extremely lascivious big man.

"I remember that he was arranged for him only because he was a man's matriarchal world." Wang Baole's eyes were light, and he entered the world of the ghostly man.

This world, at the beginning, is still primitive. After more than 200,000 years of development, it has become a coexistence of multiple empires and frictions between each other.

And these empire, from female emperors to soldiers, are all women, no men, and even their physiology is special, as long as some kind of sacrifice, you can proproduce the next generation.

According to the truth, throwing a ghost into the world is enough for him to be blessed and happy.

In fact, Yan Fu Qi Tian is somewhat exaggerated, happy and boundless, and very reluctant, because Wang Baole who came to this world, after finding the place where the ghost is located, he noticed that a grand funeral is being held here...

Countless women, wearing the armor of the soldiers, are guarding all around, and any of these women are extremely beautiful, and their postures are more bumpy and can seem to cause the original impulse of the opposite sex.

Surrounded by these women, there is an altar. There is a person lying on the altar. This person is very thin and skinny. It is almost skinny. At the same time, there are a lot of infusion tubes in the whole body, and there are a lot of nutrient solution. Constantly enter into the body of this person.

This person... is the ghost man who was thrown in by Wang Baole for more than 200,000 years.

At the moment, his eyes are stunned, his body trembles, and the nutrient solution constantly flows into his body, making him want to die. And by his side, there are more than a dozen female emperors dressed like emperors. Left and right, all of them are greedy, looking at this ghostly man.

At the same time, they are also full of competition and hostility.

When Wang Baole saw this scene, he was a little surprised, but he had not waited for him to think too much. The female emperors spoke up one after another.

"Dawang, the funeral has been finished, now we should discuss the big thing!"

"Yes, Dawang, there are still 30 million female ministers in our country, waiting for the king to serve in the past, please ask the king to take a trip!"

"No, you have to go there first. There are more than 50 million ministers in the country. Waiting for the king has been for a long time. If you don't go, you will be afraid of something big!"

"You can all postpone some. There are 200 million courtiers in the widows. When the widows come, they have to rebel. If the king does not go, they must kill!"

When these female emperors debated, another female emperor frowned and fainted.

"Don't argue, we want to ask the king's opinion, it's not good, we will put the king on the heavenly platform, let the empire's ministers come over, and can also charge a lot of money, you have to arrange it. Guard, don't hurt the king."

When she spoke out, she was lying on the altar, and she was born with a ghostless man, her eyes suddenly widened, her tears flowing down, and her weak and struggling opening.

"I beg you, let me go, I really can't do it..."

This year, the spirit of the temperament, the ambitious color ghost, completely collapsed at this moment, bursting into tears, but how he cried is useless, the several female emperors have reached a consensus, decided to send him to worship the heavens...

It was also at this time that the desperate big man saw the figure of Wang Baole appearing in midair. After seeing Wang Baole, he excitedly mourned.

"The master rescued me, save me, just let me leave here, let me do anything, I... I want to be a spirit!!"

Wang Baole glanced at Dahan with sympathy. During the wave, the magical array disappeared. When he appeared, he was already in his residence, and the three souls in front of him, all of them fell in front of him, and their grievances also dissipated. Quite a lot, although it has not been completely washed away, but it is no longer the slightest resistance to becoming a spiritual, even eager.

Wang Baole saw this, very gratified. He felt that he was still very charismatic, which made the three souls willing to follow himself. However, he looked at the little boy and looked at the old ghost of the national division. His eyes flashed a little doubt.

In fact, when he saw these two souls at first sight, he felt that he was familiar, but he couldn't remember it. Seeing them at this moment is more intense.

"It should have been seen..." Wang Baole stunned his eyebrows and thought for a long time. He still had no clues. He simply placed aside and reported to the Master the results of his surrender to the Three Souls.

For Wang Baole to clarify the details of the three souls within the agreed time, Miao Kunzi did not ask much, but took the three souls away, to create a sacred weapon for Wang Baole, and to integrate the spirit.

At the same time, he assigned another task to Wang Baole.

"Go to the Wanfa Pavilion of the Descendants, where you can read all the resources and magical exercises of the meditation, even if you can't do all the learning, you must have some understanding. When you realize it, you can try to break through the foundation. Into the darkness!"

Wang Baole is very obedient to the interpretation of the Master. In fact, he feels that his memory is recovering. There are still some problems. It is not very comprehensive. It is also necessary to check the information of the Emperor and the magical powers to regain control.

So in the next month, Wang Baole spent almost all of his time in Wanfa, and looked at a large number of classics and supernatural powers. Under this reading, his understanding of the meditation and the meditation increased. less.

"The fairyland is divided into five small environments, namely, Zhuji, Jiedan, Yuanying, Tongshen, Lingxian... The corresponding meditations are corpse, soul, crack, funeral and return to the market! "Wang Baole's eyes are ridiculous. Through the information, he understands that from the corpse to the return of the market, this is actually called the first heavy law!"

And the meditation... There are seven weights!

In addition, Wang Baole also saw a very special supernatural power in many materials. This magical power is somewhat similar to the previous fantasy array, but it is different.

Its name... a dream!