"I'm anxious!" Wang Baole's mood became agitated as soon as he rushed into the gray starry sky. He was anxious to get to his senior brother. Even at this moment, he completely understood that his previous judgment was correct.
Senior brother Chen Qingzi deliberately let the news spread that the Moon-Splitting God Emperor was about to fall, not only to catch fish, but also to hint that he should come quickly.
"Senior brother, senior brother, can you be more obvious when you hint next time? If I hadn't been so smart and unparalleled, I really wouldn't have been able to react this time." Wang Baole felt happy in his heart, and his speed became faster after entering the gray starry sky.
He felt that there was a peerless good fortune waiting for him ahead, so he wished he could go faster and rush to his senior brother to receive this big gift package.
"God Emperor..." Wang Baole's eyes gleamed and he couldn't help but lick his lips.
"I forgot to ask Master, how many star fields, how many stars, and how many planets are there in the body of a God Emperor... I think it must be quite a lot, maybe even comparable to a small universe." Wang Baole thought about it. This is even more exciting. If it were anyone else, they might be able to absorb only the rules of Tao Yun after the death of the God Emperor, and thus realize the opportunity.
But he is different. He is now practicing the Star Pointing Technique, which is a forbidden technique that can turn any star into his own star. Although practicing this technique will bring disaster, Wang Baole is not afraid.
"I suck, I swallow, I order!" The more Wang Baole thought about it, the more excited he became. He felt that this time, he might be able to be promoted to the Star Realm.
"It's a bit exaggerated... But it shouldn't be a big problem if you break through a few small realms." Wang Baole's eyes were gleaming, and he was galloping, gradually approaching inward from the edge of the gray starry sky.
It's just that this gray starry sky is too big. Even if Wang Baole flies in a straight line at his current speed, it will probably take a long time to enter the real core area.
So after flying for a while, Wang Baole's mood also calmed down, and he knew that there was no need to rush into this matter, otherwise, other changes would easily occur due to his eagerness.
"Take your time, anyway, with senior brother and master here, fate can't escape, and I can't die either." Thinking of this, Wang Baole coughed, completely relieved, and his consciousness spread to observe the surroundings.
In fact, he flew here and saw some differences here.
First is the people.
There are a lot of monks here, and most of them have a mysterious appearance. In this gray starry sky, Wang Baole met many of them along the way. They all noticed each other from a distance, and quickly dispersed without touching each other, as if they were all in a hurry. and search.
These people are all geniuses from various clans, looking for opportunities and fortunes here.
"The number of people is so large, I'm afraid there are tens or even millions..." Wang Baole squinted his eyes and saw seven or eight figures passing by in the distance. Several of them paused slightly after noticing him, as if Weighing, then leaving quickly.
Then came the feeling of rejection and suppression, which became stronger as we went deeper into the gray starry sky. In Wang Baole's feeling, if there was no other way to offset this suppression and rejection, then he would have to stay here for about five days at most. I need to go out and fix it up.
Because there is not only rejection and suppression here, but also... a strong aura of death. This aura comes with the power of rejection and suppression, and will be forcibly integrated into the monk's body, corroding the soul and body. Once corroded for a long time, Certain death!
It's just... this breath of death, if it were someone else, it would be true. Even if some mysterious family sects have restraint methods that can last longer, they can't completely offset it.
Even if the Weiyang clan is strong, it is difficult for them to dominate here. It can be said that the only and only people in the entire Weiyang Dao Domain who can be at home here are... the people of the Ming Sect!
Because the rejection and suppression here come from the formation, but the rich aura of death contained in it comes from... the Ming Zong Tiandao who was revived by Chen Qingzi!
So at the deepest moment, when Wang Baole noticed that the death energy permeated his whole body, he blinked, and his heart suddenly became alive. The death energy here not only did not cause any damage to him, but... it gave him a certain degree of gain!
Even after he secretly absorbed some, the cultivation in his body became active, and the dark fire in his eyes transformed on its own, as if cheering, making Wang Baole feel extremely comfortable all over his body.
"What a great place!" Wang Baole perked up and was about to continue absorbing, but soon his expression changed and he felt a strong crisis. He saw wisps of blue smoke in the gray starry sky, as if he was in an illusion and The reality originally only spread in all directions, seeming to be fighting against and canceling each other out.
But after Wang Baole absorbed the death energy here, there were three or four wisps of these cyan smoke, whizzing towards him, and the meaning of separation spread, faintly seeming to threaten the soul, making Wang Baole immediately retreat after noticing it, Their expressions were also solemn.
"These cyan threads... should be the cyan smoke dropped by the Weiyang clan's battleships. According to Master, this is... part of Weiyang's Heavenly Way?"
"Why are they only hostile to me? The other geniuses who entered this place were also invaded by the death energy..." Wang Baole retreated, observed, and had the answer in his heart. Others were passively invaded, so Weiyang Tiandao did not Understand, to some extent, it should be considered as helping and sharing.
But it's different here. He is not passively eroding, but actively absorbing it. This may be what arouses the hostility of Weiyang Tiandao.
There is another reason that Wang Baole feels is related to his practice of the Star Pointing Technique.
Wang Baole had a headache. After weighing it, he felt that if there were three or four rays, he could still resist. If there were more, he would be in danger.
"If you can, give me thirty or fifty strands!" Wang Baole snorted, but chose to give up absorbing the death energy. Only then did the three or four pursuing cyan threads dissipate. He watched helplessly as the rich death energy here disappeared. Absorbing it can improve his own cultivation, and the underworld fire is more powerful, but he can only look at it and cannot inhale it happily. This feeling makes him a little depressed.
"We need to find a way..." While Wang Bao was meditating here, he walked all the way and saw other strange things in the gray starry sky besides people and the aura of heaven.
That's... a whirlpool of various sizes!
These whirlpools attracted Wang Baole's attention. In most of the whirlpools, there were basically one or several monks meditating. As for the others, there were varying numbers of monks competing with each other.
After careful inspection, Wang Baole's eyes flashed with light. He knew the origin of these whirlpools. There was both strong death energy and broken rules of varying strengths and weaknesses permeating them.
"The place where the strong fell!" Wang Baole squinted his eyes and murmured. He didn't know how many whirlpools there were in the gray starry sky, but he could also tell that these whirlpools should all be under the command of the Moon-Splitting God Emperor!
Either he was beheaded by his senior brother, or he was attacked and killed by the death energy here.
"Many legions under the command of the God Emperor..." Wang Baole thought for a moment, then swayed and quickly approached a small whirlpool where seven or eight monks were fiercely competing with each other.
The speed was so fast that he approached in an instant, raised his right hand and waved, and suddenly a powerful roar erupted, falling around the seven or eight monks like a storm, causing the seven or eight monks to tremble violently, and each of them spurted out blood. While looking at Wang Baole in shock, they also quickly backed away from each other, not daring to stop.
Seeing that these people were so worry-free, Wang Baole did not go after them. Instead, he reached the small whirlpool in a flash, sat down cross-legged, and tried to comprehend.
But the moment he sat down, before the realization began, the natal sword scabbard that had not moved in his body for a long time suddenly trembled. In an instant, the broken rules and Taoism that filled the small vortex came straight towards him and merged into it in an instant. Inside his body, he got into the scabbard!
The scabbard shone with light at this moment, as if it was eating up those broken rules.
"Huh?" Wang Baole was stunned and was about to check, but his expression suddenly changed in the next moment, because after being absorbed by all the remaining rules and principles in the vortex, it was like a vacuum, attracting a large number of deaths around him. Qi, if it's just death Qi, there are more cyan threads coming with it.
There are a lot of them, probably more than forty strands!
(End of chapter)