Chapter 452

Wang Baole's memory of the journey of departure is a little vague. It seems that the dream is so real that he is familiar with and unfamiliar with everything now.

So on the way back here, when the soul ballad was sung many times, Wang Baole looked at the starry sky and unconsciously thought of his dream.

He vaguely remembers that he seems to be the first marshal of the Federation. At the same time, he also has some confidants, such as little white rabbit, such as Zhao Yameng, such as Li Waner, such as Li Yi, and Li Xiu

"No, there is no Li Yi!" Wangbaole thought for a while, a little confused at the same time, he felt that Li Xiu seemed to be a man, but he couldn't remember clearly, but this made him crazy at the bottom of his heart. He felt incredible, but at the same time, he was also a little afraid.

"No, in my dream... No, I'm not that kind of person!!" Wang Baole was shocked. He hurried to recall the things in his dream, and gradually remembered some. It was really a relief to know that Li Xiu was only the brother of his dream confidant.

But with the emergence of the memory in the dream, he somehow felt reluctant to part with his parents in his dream, his friends and beauties, and the Federation

"It's just a dream..." Wang Baole sighed softly. The old man in front of him looked back at Wang Baole and whispered.

"Baole, are you still thinking about the Union in your dream?"

Wangbaole looked up at his master when he heard the speech. After thinking about it, he asked.

"Master, why do people dream? This federal dream is too real..."

The old man looked at Wang Baole, showing kindness on his face, raised his hand and touched Wang Baole's head, opening his mouth gently.

"Baole, as Mingzi, you need to know that there is no dream in this world. The so-called dream... Is actually another yourself!"

"Another myself?" Wangbaole was a little confused. He was about to ask. Suddenly, he found that a finger was disappearing in the palm of the master's hand, which made him immediately forget the dream and scream.

"Master, your finger..."

The old man looked down at his fingers and smiled. There was nothing abnormal in his expression, but he was more kind when looking at Wang Baole.

"It doesn't matter. It's just some injuries in my early years."

Wangbaole wanted to ask, but the old man turned around and shook the light paddle, making the boat go away, gradually crossing the starry sky, until for a long time... Appeared in a bright star field.

This star field is filled with glowing stars. The number of these stars is afraid to be more than one million!!

And every star has unreal gates that are too many times larger than the stars. Standing there, these gates look almost the same, full of vicissitudes and simplicity. Their momentum is magnificent, and it is difficult to describe their vastness.

In short, looking around, the stars here are endless, and the gate is also endless... At the same time, there are soul rivers shuttling through these gates, through all the illusory gates, around the star field.

A large number of monks, flying in the starry sky, seemed to be guiding and guarding. When they saw Wang Baole's master, they paid a respectful visit one by one. From their expressions, we can see that they greatly respected the old man from the bottom of their hearts.

It is difficult for the old man to respond to these visits one by one. He just nodded slightly and opened his mouth softly, as if he were talking to himself or explaining.

"This is the gate of death!"

"The gate of death..." Wang Baole murmured, shaking his heart until the boat moved to the center of this star field, where there was a... Huge star, even beyond the huge star of the solar system to some extent!

At the moment of seeing the star, Wang Baole's shock swept his mind.

The star is too big and too big. It is colorful inside. There are a large number of ghosts scattered from the star. From a distance, the star is like the source of the Styx river. The ghosts scattered from it converge into a river, spread out, become a tributary, and enter the different gates of death around!

"This is the responsibility of mingzong, reincarnation!" The old man's voice echoed calmly, and Wang Baole was already stunned by this scene at the moment. Until the lone boat entered the star the size of the solar system, he saw that there were countless mountains, rivers, and... The palace that could not see the edge on the surface of the star!!

On the earth in the distance, you can also see many fierce beasts that are ten thousand feet high, without any violence, with peace, helping monks build a... More magnificent stone tablet!

This stone tablet is only an embryonic form now, and it seems to be higher than the sky, which is extremely spectacular!

And, countless monks of the Ming sect, constantly wandering on this star and in this star region, all this, Wang Baole is obviously strange, but it happened that he instinctively told himself that these are familiar, and the intersection of these two feelings made his breath a little disordered, and he was at a loss many times.

All the way to the Guzhou where his master is located, he took him to the highest mountain of the star, where there are numerous palaces, vast and boundless. Not only are there countless halls and monks on the ground, but also in the sky. Countless palaces float, countless monks shuttle, and even a giant beast like a roc cruises through the sky.

All this made Wang Baole's mind fluctuate strongly, and he didn't even notice that his master had gone away after he landed outside a palace with him, until a voice with complaint came to his ear, which made Wang Baole wake up.

"Why are there so many this time? Some are busy. Baole, why are you stunned? It's not that you haven't seen it. Come and help me!" Speaking, it was a young man, who was wearing a black Taoist robe, with some freckles on his face, looked at the soul river formed by the dense souls extradited by Ming kunzi in the sky, and sighed.

Wangbaole hurried back. When he saw the young man, a sense of familiarity emerged from his memory. He realized that this was his senior brother and hurried over, but he didn't know what he was going to do, so he hesitated and asked.

"Elder martial brother, what should I do?"

"You won't be lazy again, Baole. There are too many souls this time. Elder martial brother is too busy. You can't be lazy today!" The young man grabbed Wang Baole's arm and pulled him into a hall half the size of a city. At the same time, there were nine statues standing inside. One of the nine statues was Ming kunzi!

Obviously, the other eight statues are exactly the same as Ming kunzi... The great elder of Ming sect!

In the center of these nine statues, there are copper mirrors the size of one person. There are countless copper mirrors here, at least millions of them. In front of each copper mirror, there is a monk of the Ming sect sitting there, constantly painting in front of the mirror

At the same time, among these millions of copper mirrors, two copper mirrors are extremely prominent, not only larger, but also different from other copper mirrors in color. The others are copper, but these two mirrors are purple, like the main mirror!

As for Wang Baole, he was led by his senior brother. Under the visits of others, he came all the way to the two main mirrors and said nothing to let him go.

This made Wang Baole a little head big. Everything around him was familiar with strangeness, but he really didn't know what to do, so he scratched his head and couldn't help asking again.

"Elder martial brother, what am I going to do?"

The young man with freckles on his face gave Wang Baole a deep look and whispered.

"Baole, can't you paint the corpse face..."

"Corpse face!" Wang Baole's body shook and looked at the purple bronze mirror in front of him. On the bronze mirror, a wisp of dead soul gradually appeared, and he was hugging Wang Baole. It had no appearance and no facial features

"Baole, don't be careless. After these dead souls come here, their faces will slowly dissipate, so you should paint the faces of these souls according to the guidance of heaven. What you paint them will determine their initial appearance in the next life after reincarnation!" The young man said, ignoring Wang Baole, but using his fingers as a pen, he outlined the shape of the dead in the bronze mirror.

Wang Baole breathed a little fast. He naturally knew the method of corpse face, but he couldn't remember whether he had learned it or learned it in a dream. At the moment, he had some confused memories. Seeing the wisp of the dead waiting, he put down his thoughts and raised his right hand. He closed his eyes, and the method of corpse face he had learned appeared in the sea of brain.

First draw corpse eyebrows, corpse eyes, then corpse nose, then corpse lips, and finally form... Corpse face!

After a while, Wang Baole's eyes suddenly opened, and the index finger of his right hand instantly fell down. Just about to paint, his mind somehow seemed to have a will to come. Vaguely, he seemed to see a baby girl, born in a star, from birth to death

This is not the previous life of this soul, but his next life!

And his fate, he can't remember clearly after looking at it, but his appearance... Eternal emerged in his mind, forming a guide, making his hand gradually begin to outline on the dead soul