"Ming Zong..." Wang Baole walked out of the hall, looked up at the figures in the sky, and then looked at the majestic face of his senior brother Chen Qingzi that was transformed into the sky. He sighed softly in his heart, but his expression slowly calmed down.
Now that you have made a decision, there is no need to hesitate.
This time the cause and effect disappear, so that the ancient well will not be disturbed.
Wang Baole took a deep breath, and his mind, which was gradually calming down, became even calmer now. He understood that life is unpredictable, and there will inevitably be some regrets, and it is impossible to be perfect.
In this case, it is also good to turn these regrets into beautiful memories and become life savings.
"This time... the first goal is to obtain the remains of the Hades Emperor for my senior brother, and the second goal is to ascend the world plate and practice!" Wang Baole's thoughts were firm in his heart. The sound of the river waves also became stronger and stronger.
Faintly, these waves overwhelmed Ming Zong's shouts, forming a sense of calling that enveloped every monk here. Wang Baole was no exception. He felt the call of the Ming River.
To be precise, this summons is more of a resonance with the underworld fire in the body.
It is as if all the ways of the Hades Sect come from the River Styx.
While Wang Baole was thoughtful, Chen Qingzi's face in the sky glanced at all the monks below. After a pause on Wang Baole, he looked back, and then he heard low words.
"River Styx, turn on!"
As soon as his words came out, the Styx River in the outside world suddenly erupted even more intensely. At the same time, the Hades Sect monks here turned into figures that went straight to the sky, broke out of the sky, and roared away towards the outside of the Pluto Star.
With a calm look on his face, Wang Baole stepped forward, one step into the air, one step out of the underworld, and when he landed on the third step, he was already outside the underworld and above the River Styx.
However, he was the only one in his position, and across from him were all the Hades monks who were preparing to enter the River Styx. There were more than ten old men with very powerful aura fluctuations inside.
These people are all the powerful stars in the current Ming Sect, and there is even one who has Taoism in his whole body, giving Wang Baole the feeling that it is a little higher than the Lieyan Ancestor who does not use the curse, as if With his single power, he can suppress all directions, causing the waves of the Styx River below to gather under him.
In addition, among these Nether Sect monks, there is another person who wears a mask, covering his appearance so that others cannot see the details. They can only judge that this person is a male. At the same time, the fluctuations on his body also radiate half a step of star field power. .
But the most conspicuous thing about this person is his Nether Fire. This Nether Fire is so strong that it is almost overwhelming. Now it is released with all its strength without any cover up, causing the surrounding Nether Sect monks to resonate and look at this person. , all with fanaticism.
As for the identity... Wang Baole no longer needed to guess. The moment he saw this person, the person's eyes also fell on Wang Baole. Their eyes touched slightly, and there was a ray of deep-hidden hostility in them, which made Wang Baole already understood that this person... was the person who had always stared at him when he entered the Ming Sect. He was also the quasi-Mingzi who provoked him, the cultivator behind him.
Perhaps, if he hadn't appeared, then this person... would be the most recognized Mingzi by the current Ming Sect.
Looking at it this way, it is understandable to be hostile to yourself.
If Wang Baole's previous personality was different, such hostility would turn into his motivation to make people call him daddy, but now to Wang Baole, these are not important.
What he wants now is to help his senior brother retrieve the remains of the Hades Emperor and fulfill his agreement.
So whether it was hostility or provocation, Wang Baole ignored it and stood there, looking down at the roaring and rolling Styx below.
Faintly, he saw countless faces emerging in the River Styx. When these faces looked at people like him, they all showed resentment and overwhelming hatred.
This hatred comes from suppression, this resentment comes from the mission of the Ming Sect, which does not allow them to be resurrected.
At the same time, as the hell fire in Wang Baole's body circulated, his eyes showed a faint light, and he could vaguely see the countless dead souls in the River Styx, all of which seemed to have threads, all spreading to the depths of the River Styx.
It's as if no matter how ferocious they are, they are still like puppets on strings. It's fine if the strings behind them don't move. Once they move, they can control all their actions.
"These threads..." Wang Baole squinted his eyes and stared into the depths of the River Styx, but unfortunately he couldn't see clearly, but he had some guesses and judgments in his heart.
"Perhaps, this is another reason why senior brother needs the remains of the Hades Emperor, because the person behind these dead souls is very likely... the dead Emperor of the Underworld."
"It is precisely because of their death that the cause and effect are still there. Therefore, although these dead souls no longer have the will to interfere with their actions, they are still trapped here and cannot leave." As Wang Baole pondered, Chen Qingzi's figure appeared in the Styx River. Above, in the void above everyone, there were no unnecessary words. The moment he raised his right hand, the black fish mark on his eyebrows transformed. At this moment, the power of heaven exploded all over his body.
Finally, he gathered his right hand and pointed it towards the River Styx below. With a sudden press, a huge handprint came out of thin air and blasted away towards the River Styx.
The starry sky roared, the void shook, and the power of heaven was stimulated to the extreme at this moment. The power of the avenue made Wang Baole and others feel their hearts roaring, and even made the dead souls in the River Styx show fear, roar, and quickly sank to the bottom of the River Styx. .
At the same time... As the handprints fell, the Styx River roared, and a depression in the shape of a handprint appeared. The depression became larger and larger, and finally the plane reached tens of thousands of feet. Then it stopped increasing, and the waves it caused also With this tens of thousands of feet of handprint as the center, it continues to spread to the surroundings, looking very vast.
But all this is not over. Although its scope has not continued, its depth... is still roaring at this moment. As the handprint sinks, it soon reaches thousands of feet, tens of thousands of feet, more than ten thousand feet, hundreds of thousands of feet...
In the end, a handprint with a depth of about 500,000 feet appeared in the eyes of everyone here, which shocked their hearts. What they saw in their eyes was that it was no longer a handprint, but a passage, a whirlpool!
At the end of the whirlpool of the passage... there is nothing, as if the bottom of the Styx is still far away from where it is now.
"The way of heaven is determined, and it can only be half. Next... we have to rely on you and Mingzi to carry the power of the way of heaven and extend this channel to millions!" Chen Qingzi retracted his right hand and spoke calmly.
"Yes!" Immediately among the Ming Sect monks, several other quasi-mingzi young people, including the young quasi-mingzi who provoked Wang Baole before, spoke loudly, and the cultivator wearing a mask also lowered his head and respectfully accepted the promise. .
Then, the quasi-Mingzi young man who had previously provoked Wang Baole and was resolved by his waning moon was the first to step out of the crowd and bow to the empty Chen Qingzi.
"Please give me some help from heaven!"
Chen Qingzi nodded, raised his right hand and waved, a mark appeared directly on the young man's eyebrows, causing his whole body to shake violently, and the dark fire in his body exploded, as if it was activated, and his expression was distorted and painful. , as if about to explode.
But he was indeed extraordinary. He endured the severe pain at this moment, raised his hands while roaring, activated the hell fire in his body, and pressed hard on the half-million-long handprint below.
During the roar, the underworld fire in his body exploded with blessing, forming a small handprint that sank directly into the passage, causing the depth of the passage to spread again!
This time, it spread over 20,000 feet!
At this time, the Quasi-Mingzi young man spat out a mouthful of blood and his body became weak. However, he endured it and glanced at Wang Baole provocatively. He was quickly helped back, and then the second Quasi-Mingzi also He rushed out quickly and bowed to nothingness.
"Please give me some help from heaven!"
(End of chapter)