Chapter 1165

"Baole, do you know what the way of heaven is?" Chenqingzi leaned over and looked at the dark sky in the distance. His voice was more emotional. Before Wang Baole answered, chenqingzi continued to speak like a self-talk.

"The way of heaven is not a creature, but a collection of all life thoughts in a group, a sect, or any force. When this group becomes the main body in the world, they can formulate rules and rules. Those who do not obey it are rebellious and need to be killed. Therefore, gradually, when all creatures obey it, the will of this group becomes the way of heaven." The voice of chenqingzi, with some ethereal, came into Wang Baole's ears.

Wang Baole was silent. Although he didn't know much about the way of heaven, he also had his own judgment in the bottom of his heart after all the previous lives.

"The way of heaven of the Weiyang nationality is like this. It is the common will of all the people of the Weiyang nationality from generation to generation. It is just the carrier. It is another Taoist body of the primitive ancestor of Weiyang."

"As for our Ming sect, it is the same. It is the common will of all the monks of the Ming sect. The former carrier is the Ming emperor, whose mystery is unpredictable. He has existed since the existence of the Ming sect." Chenqingzi whispered words, saying his understanding, which Wang Baole agreed with, but also some did not agree.

"According to my judgment, the emperor of the underworld should be transformed by one finger of Luo Tian. As for the other four fingers, one transformation rule, one transformation rule, one transformation sky, one transformation earth, as for the palm... It is this universe."

"Therefore, this is the origin of our Ming sect and our mission. It seals everything here and does not allow any life to leave. It is only manifested in mastering reincarnation, so that there is life and death in the world. If there is no life, there will be no life to escape."

"Until... Luo Tian, who gave us a mission, lost his traces of life. From that moment on, mingzong began to be weak, and Weiyang nationality also rose at that time. Perhaps a more appropriate description is the recovery of Weiyang nationality."

"What the Weiyang people want is immortality and detachment, because this is the way to break the seal. Once the seal is broken, the Weiyang people... After complete recovery, they will have contact with the outside world, the real Weiyang world, and... Return."

"The return of the Weiyang nationality is nothing, but... It is contrary to the mission of our Ming sect." Chenqingzi shook his head and was about to continue to speak, but because of Wang Baole's words, his direct eyes showed fine light.

"Because of the immortal, the mission of the Ming sect should not be to prevent the return of the Weiyang clan, but to prevent the escape of the immortal." Wangbaole spoke softly.

Chen Qingzi was silent. After a long time, he didn't continue this topic, but told Wang Baole the answer he had asked before.

With that, chenqingzi turned and walked out.

Staring at the back of the elder martial brother, Wang Baole thought of one thing. If... When he was only a monk, he followed the elder martial brother to leave the Union for the first time. At that time... If there was no thing about the emperor of the moon, he lay in the coffin and found that he had arrived at the dark star when he opened it.

So... Maybe the final outcome of things is different.

At that time, the elder martial brother was gentle, and at that time, he was arrogant.

Wang Baole thought that if all development is really this track, he may have completely stood firm in the Ming sect now. Even if there are opponents, it doesn't matter. There is always a way to solve it.

But now

Elder martial brother is right. Because mingzong was replaced by Weiyang in those years, the elder martial brother's rebellion, more or less, still involved a cause and effect, and the elder martial brother's regret, like a poisonous snake, has been biting his mind for countless years.

Therefore, the elder martial brother's idea is to atone, to make up for, and to make mingzong brilliant again. For this reason... He doesn't hesitate to lose himself, integrate into the way of heaven, and at all costs, this is his obsession.

He is not wrong.

And now, there is nothing wrong with the Ming sect. They are all a group of poor people. Because they almost never contact with the outside world, the Ming sect here lives in the glory of ancient times. They don't want to wake up and admit it, but with resentment and unwillingness, this kind of thoughts get entangled and become epilepsy.

That's right, because if you want to rise, only the madman can be fearless and fight to the death!

Therefore, everyone of the Ming sect is not wrong.

Wang Baole is also right. His special feelings for the nether sect in the bottom of his heart are broken by reality. His respect and family affection for his senior brothers are crushed by the ruthless heaven, and he has no time to suppress the nether sect now. He wants to become stronger and resist the crisis from the future. He doesn't want to be tied up with the nether sect without emotional involvement. This should be right.

In addition, he is actually very clear in his heart that he may have been contrary to the Ming clan from the beginning. What the Ming clan wants to prevent from escaping is immortals, and immortals... Are inherited by him.

Perhaps, elder martial brother has felt this.

Perhaps, the elder martial brother didn't know before he integrated into the Tao of heaven, but after he integrated into the Tao of heaven, he had induction, so he had this sudden change.

Perhaps, in the elder martial brother's heart, he is also at a loss.

Perhaps, if you give up the inheritance of immortals, the pursuit of the future, the idea of being buried in your heart, and want to leave the world to see the outside world, but feel at ease in the Ming sect and maintain the mission of the Ming sect, then... Elder martial brother, or elder martial brother.

Everything, follow your heart.

Wangbaole was silent and thought of the words of the master in his dream. In his mind, looking at the elder martial brother who had gone far, he saw the answer he had just said to himself in that moment.

"I used to be your senior brother and didn't use it, but now... I'm the way of heaven, and everything is dominated by Ming sect. This time, you... Leave."

Wangbaole breathed out a long breath, stood up, hugged his fist and bowed deeply to his elder martial brother chenqingzi who was walking away.

"Elder martial brother, this time Baole will do its best to retrieve the remains of the Emperor Ming for you. After that... Take care." Wang Baole murmured softly, and the dust young son in the distance stopped and stood there for a long time, and continued to walk away.

A dark dream, a pair of martial brothers, at this moment, one worship, one walk, gradually opened the distance, and they couldn't see each other. Only the ninth elder, the tallest of the nine statues standing in the Ming sect, seemed to see everything in his statue's eyes. He saw the person walking away slowly, his figure blurred, until he lost it. Seeing the person worship, he also slowly raised his head after a long time, and the hall door closed.

Tao, different.

Wang Baole was silent. This silence was the passage of more than half a month until the dusk of Jiuyou fell on this day, and bursts of whimpering horns came from the outside.

Far away, the water of the Styx river was choppy, and the sound of waves spread all over the Jiuyou, also to the Styx, to the Styx family, to the ears of all monks, and to Wang Baole's mind. When he opened his eyes.

"Styx..." Wang Bao's eyes didn't fluctuate. He pushed the door open. When he looked up, he saw countless figures flying out of the Styx and gathering in the sky. At the end of the sky, there was a huge fuzzy face, which was his senior brother.

He was looking at the earth, the Ming clan, the disciples, and Wang Baole.

"The Styx river opens, everyone... The hope of the Styx sect to regain its glory is in your hands."

"Ming sect!"

"Ming clan!!"

"Ming clan!!!" In response to the face of the sky, all the monks of the nether sect below, at this moment, issued a unified roar, which was decisive and crazy!