As soon as Wang Baole spoke, all the Ming Sect monks around him looked strange, especially the previous quasi-Ming disciples. Their eyes widened and they looked at Wang Baole, as if they were confused about the situation.
It's really... Wang Baole at this moment is very different from the impression he gave to everyone before. The Wang Baole before was cold and arrogant, silent, and exuded a feeling of being out of place.
But now... As soon as these words came out, his whole temperament became a little... hard to describe as embarrassment emerged.
It's as if the painting style suddenly changes, and the change catches people off guard, and even creates a sense of disharmony. It's like a painting that looks very serious and old-fashioned, and the next moment, something indescribable emerges...
This is the second thing. What makes these Mingzong monks even more focused is that the power of heaven has come and disappeared... They clearly felt that the power of heaven had indeed fallen just now, but the next moment, it seemed to be absorbed. , disappeared without a trace.
This scene, if you think about it deeply, is the key point that makes everyone feel solemn.
Wang Baole was also embarrassed, very embarrassed.
He was immersed in that kind of emotion before and forgot about the natal sword scabbard in his body and the power of heaven. At this moment, he accidentally swallowed part of his senior brother's power of heaven, so that he stood here without any thought. There was no way to expand the depth of the Styx handprint, so even if I had emotions in my heart before, I still had to bite the bullet and speak to my senior brother.
Wang Baole's senior brother Chen Qingzi was silent at this moment. Although his eyes looked at Wang Baole without any emotion, there was a hint of helplessness in his heart. After a while, under the solemn gaze of everyone around him, he raised his right hand. , pointed towards Wang Baole again.
Wang Baole quickly exploded in cultivation, suppressing the natal scabbard in his body with all his strength, and even growled a threat in his heart.
"Stop smoking, I'm warning you!"
Maybe Wang Baole's warning was useful, or maybe his suppression of cultivation had an effect. This time, with the arrival of the power of heaven, the natal sword scabbard in Wang Baole's body seemed to be trying its best to restrain itself and not absorb it, so this force of heaven The power instantly filled Wang Baole's body, like adding fuel to the Hellfire, causing his Hellfire to explode in the next moment.
It was so intense that the Hell Fire surged directly out of his body and rumbled to the outside world, spreading hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye, thousands of feet in an instant, and then spreading thousands of feet!
As the Hell Fire erupted, all the surrounding Hell Sect monks' expressions changed and they all retreated. No matter how they resisted Wang Baole in their hearts before, at this moment, after seeing the tens of thousands of Hell Fire, their hearts roared.
Even those quasi-mingzi are like this, and the woman who hides her strength has her eyes shrunken. Even the senior brother of all the quasi-mingzi who is wearing a mask has a strong look in his eyes at this moment. Jingmang.
As everyone's minds were fluctuating, Wang Baole was surrounded by flames in their eyes. His whole body was in the blazing underworld fire, as if the underworld immortal had descended. The pressure spread in all directions, and the momentum was earth-shattering, making the Styx River below. It was actually being pulled for a moment, with the handprint as the center, and rolled around.
Moreover, the dead souls that had emerged in the River Styx also reappeared in the tumbling waters of the river at this moment. They roared silently towards Wang Baole one by one, but the panic in their expressions revealed the horror in their hearts at this moment.
It was as if there was a hidden coercion being released on Wang Baole, one person trying to suppress a whole river!
This sounds exaggerated and impossible, but at this moment, in everyone's feelings, it seems that... this scene is going on!
"This is impossible!"
"Even if he is Mingzi, how could Minghuo be blessed to be so powerful!"
"His cultivation level is obvious. He couldn't do this. Could it be that... this person contains the great luck and great cause and effect of our Ming Sect!"
Amidst the silence and uproar among the people in the Underworld Sect, Wang Baole also felt something different. The power of heaven was like fuel and blessing, causing his own underworld fire to be released almost infinitely. He felt... In the underworld river below , the looming call came out!
This call, acting on his own soul and in his own hellfire, seemed to form a pull and resonance, and this... was the real reason why his own hellfire exploded to such an extent.
Without any time to think about it, under the attention of everyone, Wang Baole lowered his head and glanced at the Styx River where the pull and call came from. There was a strange light in his eyes. He raised his right hand and pointed towards the area of about 10,000 feet on the Styx River below, with a depth of more than 800,000 feet. Fingerprint, just click.
With this press, the void roared, the Nine Netherworlds fluctuated, and a huge handprint appeared directly in front of him. Countless hellfire also poured in from all around, gushing out from Wang Baole's body, all converging towards the handprint. And all this is a long story, but in fact it was like lightning. In the next moment... the handprint that appeared in the eyes of Wang Baole and everyone had reached an area of nearly ten thousand feet, and everything within it was so rich that it seemed to be able to burn all living things. The dead soul's... ghost fire.
"Fall!" Wang Baole let out a low roar, and immediately the Hellfire handprints let out a shocking roar, roaring towards the Styx River. In an instant, they overlapped with the handprints on the Styx River, and they roared downwards!
The depth of more than 800,000 feet was reached in an instant. At the moment it hit the bottom, the roaring sound spread toward the River Styx. Countless souls were scattered, and the depth of the heavenly handprint was suddenly extended!
In one moment, it reached 900,000 feet, in the next moment, it reached 950,000 feet, and in the blink of an eye... it reached one million feet!
Such momentum seems to be just an initial burst. No one knows how much it can really reach. But at the same time as the million-foot breakthrough, the power from Wang Baole's hand seal seemed to be too strong and had no place to vent. It spread to the surroundings, and suddenly the million-foot The horizontal range of the large and small handprints fluctuated violently, spreading directly outward from ten thousand feet, reaching thirty thousand feet.
It didn't end, and continued to scatter, until it reached 40,000, 50,000, 60,000... and finally reached the level of 70,000, and then slowly dissipated under the roaring sound!
This scene has caused all the people in the Ming Sect here, including those Mingzi, including the masked senior brother, including those strong men of the older generation, to have their minds stirred up. They looked at Wang Baole as if they had seen a ghost. Same!
"This this… "
"That's right..."
"How is this possible!!"
In fact... vertical extension and horizontal expansion have different meanings. The latter is more difficult, because every one foot of expansion is a million in vertical direction!
Although the actual algorithm cannot be calculated like this, we can also see the horror of Wang Baole's blessing. It can even be said that his luck and cause and effect can sweep away all the Mingzi, and there is still a lot left.
Even Chen Qingzi had a deep look in his eyes and gave Wang Baole a deep look. At the same time, as the power of Wang Baole's Nether Fire Hand Seal was fully released and the Styx River gradually calmed down, everyone here immediately I saw it... Deep in this 70,000-meter-sized passage the size of a handprint, at the end of it...
There may not be the real bottom of the Styx, but there is a huge mountain with no bottom. What everyone sees is the top of this mountain. There...
There is a statue of a middle-aged man. He is sitting there, looking very tired. He is looking down, not much expression can be seen, but the aura of death exuding from his body is extremely strong, as if Its location is one of the sources of this Styx River!
And at its feet, there is a temple, a temple that looks very ordinary and ordinary.
The only thing that is extraordinary is that this temple is completely... pitch black!
"The legendary... Palace of the Underworld Emperor!" An older generation of Underworld monks murmured with trembling voices and excitement.
(End of chapter)