Chapter 460

Hearing Wang Baole's address to himself, Ming kunzi's kindly face, his smile was more gentle, and his eyes were even more relieved. The voice of vicissitudes, which seemed to come from a long time ago, echoed in the Wanfa Pavilion and Wang Baole's mind.

"You, understand?"

After hearing this sentence, Wang Baole breathed suddenly. Although he had realized that everything in front of him might also be a dream, or the memory of the Federation might be his real self, he still had ripples in his heart after hearing Ming kunzi's words.

"Do you understand..." Wang Baole murmured, looking at the surrounding buildings, which are slowly blurring like Ming kunzi at the moment, so that his eyes can penetrate out, see the mountains and palaces outside, see the clouds in the sky, and see the familiar figures of Ming Zong's brothers, who are flying in midair, coming and going.

In his ear, he could still hear the bells of the netherworld sect, and it seemed that the picture of his corpse face and all kinds of familiar scenes appeared in front of him.

For a long time, wangbaole whispered.

"Master, is this a ghost dream..."

Ming kunzi didn't give Wang Baole an answer, but his smile was softer and his body became more and more blurred. With a wave of his right hand, he immediately flew out of his fuzzy cuffs and floated in front of Wang Baole.

Any one of these three black mans is only the size of a fist, but it sends out amazing breath and waves, spreads in all directions, and has a certain force of law in the vastness.

Look carefully, these three black awns are... A lone boat, a black robe, and a lamp paddle!

"My disciples of Ming sect, only when they reach the fairyland of spirits and become the son of Ming, can they be given these three kinds of netherworld tools that graze the starry sky... Now, with the changes of time, the way of heaven has fallen, and there are no such rules."

Ming kunzi spoke softly, and his voice became more and more ethereal in the vicissitudes of life. With the flick of his sleeve, these three black mans immediately integrated into Wang Baole's body, entered his Ming pill, and turned into three Ming patterns!

"The three souls you spent that day have been integrated into this nether ware and become the spirit of the ware... Although all this only happened in the nether dream, it was created for you by the master alone... Nether dream!"

"Therefore, after you wake up, you can brand everything in this dream in the memory of the three souls by dispersing the power of the hell pill, so that their original memory is replaced, and then it really belongs to you!"

Hearing this, Wang Baole's body shook, and he felt his departure. In front of his eyes, the memory of the nether sect emerged, and a sense of reluctance emerged in his heart.

"Master, are you... In the Pluto of Mars? Is it you who called me?" Wangbaole was silent for a long time and spoke softly.

Feeling Wang Baole's reluctance, Ming kunzi raised his fuzzy hand and touched Wang Baole's head. His smile was more kind, and he sighed a little after a while.

"It's me, not me."

"Baole, the nether sect has fallen, and even I have only residual thoughts left. I am panting in the nether sect's hometown... When you practiced the first ray of nether fire, I woke up and always paid attention to it. Until this time, I used the way of nether dreams and taught you nether methods... I don't know whether it's right or wrong for you to worship the nether sect."

"But you remember... There is no real right or wrong in this world. Although the nether sect dissipated, there is no hatred of good and evil, but only the struggle of the road!"

"The reason why I am willing to become the messenger of heaven is because this is the way of Ming sect!"

"So the fall of the way of heaven makes the way of the Ming sect collapse, so the Ming sect disappears... And you, as the only Ming son of this generation, it's enough for you to pursue your original heart!"

His words were also very clear. Although Wang Baole worshiped the Ming sect, he only learned Dharma and did not insist on following the way of the Ming sect, just as he mentioned the past and present, not the future, in his words to Wang Baole after the end of the war with the emperor of the Weiyang clan!

When Ming kunzi said this, he seemed to be very emotional, and his eyes were more reminiscent, as if he thought of the past and murmured.

"As a teacher, there was also a disciple with amazing talent in those days. Unfortunately, to pursue the original heart, even as a teacher, he didn't want to understand it until the disappearance of the Ming clan. Otherwise, if he could understand him in those years..." Ming kunzi shook his head, sighed softly, his body became more blurred, and was about to end this dream with a wave of his hand, but at this time, Wang Baole, who heard Ming kunzi's words, was stunned and whispered.

"Master, do you mean elder martial brother Chenqing?"

This was originally a very common sentence. Through Ming kunzi's words, Wang Baole naturally guessed who the disciple mentioned by the master was, but he never thought that at the moment when he said this sentence, Ming kunzi suddenly looked up and showed an amazing light in his eyes. Even his breath was hurried, and even the world of Ming dream trembled and seemed to collapse!!

Obviously, all this is because Wang Baole's words have caused an unprecedented shock to Ming kunzi!!

"Baole, how do you... Know Chenqing!! was it someone else who told you, or... Did you see it?" Ming kunzi looked at Wang Baole, slowly opened his mouth, and his voice was extremely low.

This shocked Wang Baole and made him even more confused.

"I saw it, master, didn't you also see it..." Wang Baole said here, suddenly his eyes widened, and a guess rose in the bottom of his heart that made him feel ridiculous.

"See..." Ming kunzi murmured, looking up to the left and right.

"It's a little interesting, but Baole, this ghost dream was created by the master for you alone. There are both real and unreal, and whether it's real or unreal, there should be no such talent as Chen Qing!"

Ming kunzi's words made Wang Baole breathe fiercely. This is his just guess. At the moment, after being confirmed by the master, his mind vibrated more strongly.

"Without this person... Then why can I see... Elder martial brother Chenqing also taught me to draw corpse faces and told me his secret..." Wang Baole murmured, and Ming kunzi suddenly laughed.

"Baole, you elder martial brother, it's amazing. I'm casting my dream for you, and he... Is casting it for me!" Ming kunzi didn't know what he thought. He looked up and laughed. The laughter was reminiscent and more complicated. Finally, his right hand lifted up and patted Wang Baole on the forehead.

"Baole, fate is over. In the future, you can pursue your original heart. Now... It's time to wake up!"

Wang Baole's body shook violently, and he only felt that the world and even everything were reversed and blurred at this moment. At the same time, there were bursts of clicks of broken mirrors in his ears, until his consciousness seemed to leave his body and fly away towards the starry sky. More importantly, in the process of consciousness flying out, time seemed to change the speed of passage in front of him at once, changing extremely fast, as if endless years were compressed in a moment!

He saw the star field where the Ming sect was located. Many years later, a shocking war took place. He saw the emperor of the Weiyang clan and countless strong men, and started a star war.

This battle just flashed before his eyes, and then the whole Ming sect... Became dust.

Until the broken sound of the mirror in his ear was extremely strong, Wang Baole's consciousness was dark, and the next moment... In the solar system, under the Martian underground, under the underground world in the Pluto, in the dark nothingness, he sat cross legged on a black boat. Wang Baole, who was sleeping, suddenly had an exciting spirit and opened his eyes!

At the moment when he opened his eyes, the hell fire in his body immediately spread out cold and buzzing, as if he had brought everything in the hell dream back to his body! Unexpectedly, it changed in an instant, with dozens of weights added at once. In an instant, it condensed together to form a hell pill, followed by Wang Baole's cultivation breath, which suddenly erupted!

At the same time, outside the solar system, in the depths of the endless starry sky, there is an area listed as one of the ten forbidden areas of the Weiyang universe! This place is full of cracks in space, filled with countless skeletons and star darkening storms, and the living enter, narrowly escaped death!

At this moment, in this area, among the numerous corpses, there is a broken stone tablet, slowly floating.

Beside the broken stone tablet, at this moment, there was a middle-aged man, with his hands on his back, staring silently. The man was wearing an ancient black robe, and he could not see his cultivation, but even if the terrible space crack touched him, they all collapsed by themselves, so that it could be seen that his cultivation had reached an unpredictable realm!

The stone tablet in front of it shows the meaning of vicissitudes, which seems to have existed for too long. It seems that a large number of names have been engraved on it. Now, those names are dim, but there is only one name, flashing a strange light.

This name is... Chenqing!

If Wang Baole is here, he must be able to recognize that this stone tablet is the Ming Zi tablet of the Ming sect, and the middle-aged man is almost the same as his senior brother Chenqing in the Ming dream, except for some changes in age!!

This person is Chenqing!!

Looking at the stone tablet, Chen Qing looked at his name for a long time, then his right hand suddenly raised, and with his fingers beside his name on the stone tablet, he engraved three words stroke by stroke.

It is... Wangbaole!

But as soon as the name appeared, it flashed a few times, and then it immediately dimmed, as if the stone tablet did not recognize it, but at the moment when Wang Baole's name was about to disperse, Chen Qing spoke faintly.

"In those days, you didn't recognize my name, so I destroyed half of your tablet. Now, you can scatter my younger martial brother's name. Try to see what the result will be!"

With Chen Qing's opening, the stone tablet immediately vibrated. After a long time, it seemed that it was humiliating to choose to compromise. Wang Baole's name was no longer dim, but began to flash bright light!