“There is a good news to tell you.”

Li Siwen stopped the sixth generation of lords and marquis who had to say something else.

"What?" The Sixth Generation Junhou was surprised, but looking at his expression, he knew that he had confirmed that this was not his memory, but his soul.

"Have you heard of the spirit of the world?"

"No."

"Very good, that doesn't matter. What's important is that because the world has fallen into an extremely dangerous state, the World Contract has opened a special function for me, the last king, to summon the souls of the past kings, to turn them into the spirit of the world, and then be reincarnated as a human being. Although it only has ten years of life, would you be willing to resurrect and help me?"

Li Siwen tried to slow down his voice, but the sixth generation of Junhou's head was undoubtedly more useful than he thought. He only asked one question.

"Can you summon the souls of all lords in history?"

"Probably not possible. I killed the rebellious four generations of kings and lords, and then I got the inheritance of you and the seven generations of kings. Oh, by the way, you were killed by the four generations of kings, and so was the seven generations, but you don't seem to have this memory..."

"I remembered..." The sixth generation of Junhou covered his head, feeling a little painful, "But I don't know who killed me, that big fireball, my month of his ancestors is eighty-eighth generation!"

"No need to talk nonsense. Of course I agree. No matter what kind of world spirit it is, who doesn't want to live, but brother, aren't you afraid of me seizing power or something?"

Li Siwen just smiled,

"It depends on whether you have the ability. Moreover, if you can save the world after you seize power, I will not be able to ask for it. Then, let's start."

Li Siwen reopened the attribute bar, and this time there was indeed a change below the attributes of the first line. A small coffin also had a line of small characters written on it—

"The Tomb of the Sixth Generation of Kings and Marquis Tang Jiu"

Focusing on this coffin, a secondary page appears on it instantly, with attributes on it again.

Name: Tang Jiu

Gender: Male

Status: Death, but because of the blue quality soul (Three Leaves), and after death, it was not devoured by the invading Demon Lord, the current soul integrity is 100%.

Will it be promoted to the spirit of the world? Note: It requires a seal of the way of heaven or 100 rules.

“It’s really expensive.”

Li Siwen thought to himself, but he had three seals of heaven left at this moment, so he naturally used them without hesitation. After all, resurrecting a dead king is extremely cost-effective, because even the four generations of traitors, they are all versatile in all aspects, especially good at leading troops to fight. The most important thing is that this resurrected king and lord don’t have to worry about betrayal, because there are world rules to help you see.

At this time, as Li Siwen used a seal of Heaven, a flame rose from the small coffin of the sixth generation of kings and princes, turning into a bright star, not an image or a three-dimensional pattern, but directly floated out of Li Siwen's attribute column.

Even directly drifting into reality, Li Siwen's consciousness returned to reality in an instant. Then he saw that the star continued to evolve, first a bone, which may be the real remains of the sixth generation of kings. It evolved from this bone. In just over a dozen seconds, a strong and perfect body was created, and then the star floated directly into the eyebrows of the body.

The next second, he opened his eyes, his eyes a little confused and a little surprised, but his first words were-

In an instant, Daha's eyes became extremely dangerous. Mount? Master, you try it. Except for Lord Lord, who dares to treat me as a mount and bit him to death!

"If you don't have a mount, eat, we will only stay here for ten minutes." Li Siwen took the two dragon-slaying banquets for Tang Jiu, and only after eating his stomach can he become a decent person.

Tang Jiu hesitated for a few seconds, and finally, under the gaze of Li Siwen, he took a small bite with difficulty. The next second his expression changed. He ate voraciously while spitting out two words in a vague way—

“It’s really delicious ~”

Ten minutes later, Li Siwen rode Dasha in the sky, Daha, Lao An, and Tang Jiu ran on the ground. Yes, they were all running, and Lao An was also running. Unless it was in a state of combat or combat alert, Daha would never let Lao An ride.

This is the pride of being the Lightning Wolf King...

Tang Jiu was very moved and sincerely thanked Lao An for the two dragon-slaying banquets he sent, because it was so fucking, it was speechless.

Running all the way through the Tianfu Plain, crossing the southwest mountains, crossing the Pocket Plain, and then passing through a dry river. Forests appeared in front of them, and a strong fortress that made Tang Jiu's scalp tingle at a glance.

And the lord, the ninth generation of the king, whose name was Li Scam, had already arrived, and was comfortable in the fortress drinking fish soup, eating white rice, and a jar of fine wine. The most overwhelming thing was that there was a stunning beauty kneeling beside her serving her diligently, so jealous...

"Yun Niang, this is the sixth generation of lords. Of course, just call him Lao Tang now."

"Well, Lao Tang, this is Yun Niang, who was once the widow of the eighth generation of Junhou, and now he is the deputy commander of my Central Army. This is Qin Shu, this is Lao Qiao, this is Hou Da, this is Lao Wang, they are all their own people. If you are hungry, eat first. If you have any problems, let's have a chat."

Li Siwen briefly introduced it, and Tang Jiu sat down cautiously, but he was thinking in his mind whether Li Slag, Made, has a habit of collecting? Fortunately, he got the seventh generation of kings, otherwise it would be a one-stop.

However, the widow of the Eighth Generation Junhou is really handsome and has a good figure. The most rare thing is the strength of a half-step legend. So, is this room full of half-step legend?

That old Wang is not. I didn’t expect that this last king still has some capital. He actually has 7 and a half-step legends under his command, plus he only has eight.

In addition, there are at least two thousand soldiers inside and outside the fortress, and there are more than one hundred lord-level units.

"When I was at my peak, my subordinates were only three and a half-step legends, more than 60 lords and more than 70,000 soldiers. But then I need five million civilians to support them. I just don't know how many civilians these nine generations of lords have to support them. I'm afraid that all the people's wealth and ointment have been plundered?"

Just as I was thinking, I heard the Lord sitting in the first place speak. The guy spoke without any hurry or slowness, his sitting posture was also steady, and his eyes looked calm and introverted, but for some reason, it gave Tang Jiu a feeling that he had a thief hidden deep in his bones...

"Old Tang, do you know the Pure Land of Zhongzhou?"

"Zhongzhou? Of course, I know that I was in Beizhou Pure Land near Zhongzhou Pure Land. The two were about 30,000 miles apart. I also sent people to Zhongzhou. Well, at least in our era, there were still a lot of trade exchanges between Beizhou Pure Land and Zhongzhou Pure Land. There were seven countries there, with a population of about tens of millions."

When Tang Jiu said this, he saw a hint of distress on the lord's face. Oh, that was a bitter smile.

"Ten millions of people, Lao Tang, do you know how many people my territory currently has?"

"I guess it won't be less than one million people, otherwise it wouldn't be able to support eight and a half-step legends and hundreds of lord-level units." Tang Jiu judged cautiously.

"Haha, one million people?"

"To be honest, Lao Tang, the current population of our territory is less than 30,000. Oh, if we calculate the pure population of human race, there are less than 6,000 people... By the way, in this world, the Pure Land of Beizhou has long been lost, the Pure Land of Kunlun has fallen three months ago, the Pure Land of Glaciers has fallen eight days ago, and the Pure Land of Zhongzhou can last for about three months. As for other Pure Lands, I have never even heard of the name, so it must have fallen."

"Now in this world, there is only one Zhongzhou Pure Land, plus two newly built Pure Lands on my side..."

"Old Tang?"
Chapter completed!