I gather power with my gift of God and build the heaven.

When the time came to noon, Wang Chao once again put away his magical powers and found a slightly shady place to rest.

Firstly, the time that Wang Chao has been able to use his magical powers has reached its limit.

Well, with the projection of magical powers, Yun Fu Zhuan will use his magical powers to communicate with the rules of heaven and earth, and the pressure and backlash brought about will be borne by Yun Fu Zhuan.

However, this does not mean that it can be used unlimitedly.

As time goes by, the pressure and backlash brought by the rules of heaven and earth will gradually increase, and will eventually reach the carrying limit of the talisman, causing it to eventually collapse and disintegrate.

It may even have a certain impact on the magical power itself, causing the rules and symbols to become turbulent and the combination to become unstable.

Deep in the dense forest on the south side of Niaoshu Mountain, there are three springs in the shape of a Chinese character "品", namely Yibian Spring, Yuyang Spring and Tuyun Spring. Next to the springs is the Yuwang Temple commemorating Dayu's flood control, and the Weihe Dragon King Temple.

By then, there will be no way for this place to be their source of water.

Then, Wang Chao turned his attention to the remaining spiritual power, and his mind moved.

Moreover, the evolution and improvement of supernatural powers also seem to require the spiritual power generated by gathering together.

It was as if a shining star suddenly appeared in the sky, a magical star.

But now, it seems to be drying up.

However, he was a little hesitant about what specific extent he should achieve.

A magical ball of light, radiant with colors, was glowing faintly in front of him.

No matter what choices he makes in the future, they will be his backing and confidence, and his core team.

According to Wang Chao's original idea, he would constantly refine his own soul, evolve his magical powers, strengthen himself, and eventually become a saint, and even break the shackles of this world and return to the world of his previous life.

However, Wang Chao was not in a hurry.

Now, a large amount of primitive spiritual power has gathered around those remaining souls.

"crash"

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person.

In this drought, if possible, we would naturally develop the magical power to bring rain as soon as possible.

Take a closer look.

Well, the number of people increased by more than a hundred again.

Wang Chao returned to the camp with a heavy heart. Looking at the village which had already taken shape, his mind was filled with thoughts.

After walking for a whole day, even he felt a little tired.

However, the spiritual power within it has reached nearly two-thirds.

Wang Chao estimated that as long as there was one more soul like this, the power of praying for rain would be fully developed.

At least now, they could still find some water.

However, those soul fragments are not so easy to be crushed into powder and transformed into original spiritual power.

They got up early and took advantage of the coolness before dawn. After filling their stomachs, they set out again.

Wang Chao couldn't help but look at the dozens of remaining souls on one side of the consciousness space.

No matter what, it seems that he should gather a group of people and build up a force.

Seven years after the apocalypse.

However, Emperor Chongzhen was really unlucky. There were severe droughts for years, peasant uprisings at home, and the Jiannu were eyeing him covetously from abroad.

Chongzhen, who ascended the throne in a hurry, dealt with Wei Zhongxian and his followers decisively after more than three months of preparation, thus starting the 18-year Chongzhen period.

Secondly, everyone had been walking for the whole morning and were tired and hungry. It was time to cook.

Even Wang Chao once visited Yuwang Temple and Pinzi Spring as a tourist and found that the spring water there was very scarce.

He didn't know whether the Pinzi Spring, the source of the Wei River, had ever dried up in the history of his previous life.

Then, the remnants of consciousness were stripped away, and streams of spiritual power were integrated into the rain-praying magical power, which was nurtured and completed bit by bit.

After spending some time, they found a mountain deep in the forest that was easy to defend but difficult to attack, and Wang Chao and his men set up camp.

And those pure spiritual powers that had been stripped of the remnants of consciousness were slowly rising upwards.

After sensing it, Wang Chao roughly estimated that he had only filled one-third of the spiritual power, and he still needed two-thirds of the power to fully develop his supernatural powers.

Even if the dynasty did nothing, those remaining souls would continue to disintegrate and transform into spiritual power.

These are some of the disaster victims they met on the road. Wang Chao and his team accepted those who were willing to join them.

Well, if it is confirmed to be an enemy, then disassemble it.

It was not until the second watch that Wang Chao lay down to rest.

Of course, this is a place frequented by literati and poets. Wang Chao and his companions certainly could not go nearby, but instead entered the mountains along the Yu River on the north side.

He originally thought that there should still be some water here, but the situation disappointed him.

After a moment of hesitation, Wang Chao had an idea.

Close your eyes and let your mind enter the space of consciousness.

But now, he always felt that he should do something.

However, as soon as they floated up, they were already controlled by Wang Chao and integrated into the prototype of the magical power of praying for rain.

And the dull and wooden remnant soul gradually became illusory and transparent.

However, they have no better place to go now, so they can only stay here temporarily.

After the blood left the remnant soul, it immediately turned into streams of spiritual power.

In this way, everyone arrived at the source of the Wei River, Niaoshu Mountain, safely.

As time went by, all the original spirituality was separated and integrated into the rain-praying power, replenishing about one-tenth of the power.

As for gathering manpower, it was only for the sake of short-term safety. Once he had passed the initial period of weakness, he would naturally be able to roam the world without any worries.

The magical power that Wang Chao is currently developing is the rain-praying technique among the 72 Earthly Fiends.

In the end, Wang Chao simply gave up thinking about it and decided to train Wang Dahu and the others first.

However, he was not without gain. He finally found out the exact time from some people here.

The source of the Wei River, where "three sources give birth to birds and rats, and one water brings up eight dynasties", seems to have not escaped the fate of drought.

The spiritual power above his head began to gather rapidly in front of Wang Chao, and at the same time a bit of his mind and thoughts fell into it.

But in the end, all the spiritual power was exhausted and the dynasty failed to evolve it successfully.

The illusory and transparent residual soul was instantly smashed into pieces and turned into pieces of soul fragments.

The magical light ball in front of him quickly rose up and reached above the spiritual power, the edge of the consciousness space, blooming with a faint glow.

Next, the soul force field enveloped it, and powerful shock forces swept back and forth continuously, shaking it into powder bit by bit and transforming it into the most basic spiritual power.

In the blink of an eye, that large amount of spiritual power was controlled by Wang Chao and flew over.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Chao captured a remnant soul.

And when they came close and were covered by the soul force field, the remnants of consciousness contained in the original spiritual power were stripped out one after another, and according to their respective attributes, they were integrated into the divine power and strange energy below.

Isn’t spiritual power derived from soul power?

It can even be said that the soul is the condensation and evolution of spiritual power.

"boom!"

By the fifth watch, after nearly a whole night, Wang Chao had not completely ground it, and the rain-praying magic had not been fully conceived and completed.

However, the water from the spring seemed weak, as if it would dry up at any time and stop producing water.

The remnant soul was dull and wooden, wearing the uniform of the Wu family's guard. The part below the waist had disappeared, and there was a knife wound on the chest, from which "blood" was oozing out.

Wang Chao waved his hand and pressed down, and an invisible and powerful force came down.

The most important thing is that there is a spring at the back of the mountain, where they can get water for cooking.

Looking at the rolling mountains in the distance and the dry riverbed of the Yu River in front, Wang Chao couldn't help but sigh.

When Wang Chao heard this, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

It seems that in just over a month, the Emperor Tianqi will pass away.

All I can say is that in today's world, the government no longer matters much.

Then the court officials were corrupt and accepted bribes and did not do their jobs, while those who did their jobs were betrayed by these ministers and the emperor one by one, and eventually Chongzhen himself hanged himself.

After lunch, Wang Chao and others did not set out immediately, but at the end of the Wei time, around two o'clock and almost three o'clock, to avoid the hottest time of the day. They set out again and stopped in the evening.

This is really a critical node.

Naturally, the remnants of the soul can also be broken up again, refined and ground into basic spiritual power.

There were six or seven hundred people in the group, but they were not discovered or checked by any government officials.

Looking at the magical star, Wang Chao couldn't help but smile.

This mental thought contains all kinds of knowledge and concepts about rainfall, water vapor transformation, etc.

Although he had once fantasized about some grand ambitions, when the time really came, he became hesitant and worried.

We are now in the Ming Dynasty, and the emperor on the throne is the Tianqi Emperor. It is now the Dingmao year, the seventh year of the Tianqi era, and the twelfth day of the seventh month.

Thinking about the historical records of later generations, such as the Three Massacres of Jiading and the Ten Days of Yangzhou, the dynasty’s brows were becoming more and more furrowed.

The only concern is that the food will last less time.

I would like to ask all the big guys to give me a valuable recommendation vote and give me some valuable advice ()

The young author bows in thanks!

Thanks to the book friend [独倚西江月] for the 100 reward!

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