Chapter 1066

"Mingzong..." Wang Baole walked out of the hall, looked up at the figures in the sky, and looked at the dignified face of his senior brother chenqingzi, who had been illusory on the sky. He sighed at the bottom of his heart, but his expression slowly calmed down.

There is no need to hesitate if there is a decision.

Only when the cause and effect disappear this time can the ancient well be silent.

Wangbaole took a deep breath, and his already calm mood was more gentle at the moment. He understood that life is volatile, and there must be some regrets, which are difficult to be perfect.

In that case, it is also good to turn these regrets into good memories and become life savings.

"This time... The first goal is to fully obtain the remains of the Emperor Ming for senior brother, and the second goal is to raise the boundary plate and practice!" While Wang Baole's mind was firm, the sound of the waves of the Styx River from the outside became stronger and stronger in the roar of the monks of the Styx sect in the sky.

Vaguely, these waves overwhelmed the cry of the Ming sect, forming a sense of calling, which enveloped every monk here. Wang Baole was no exception here, and he felt the call of the Styx river.

To be precise, this call is more about the resonance with the fire in the body.

It's as if all the ways of the Ming sect came from the Styx river.

Wang Baole was thoughtful. The face of chenqingzi on the sky now glanced at all the monks below. After a meal on Wang Baole, he took it back, and then came a low voice.

"Styx, open!"

As soon as his words came out, the Styx River erupted more strongly. At the same time, the monks of the Styx sect turned into figures rushing straight to the sky, breaking through the air and roaring away towards the Styx.

Wang Baole, with a calm face, walked forward, took off, and stepped out of the Styx. When the third step fell, he was outside the Styx, on the Styx river.

However, he is the only one in his position, and opposite him is all the monks of the nether sect who are ready to enter the Styx river at the moment, in which there are more than a dozen strong old men with fluctuating breath.

These people are all the great powers of the star realm in the nether sect today, and there is even one more. The whole body contains Tao meaning, which makes Wang Baole feel a little higher than the fiery ancestor who did not use the curse. It seems that with his own power, he can suppress all directions and make the Styx river below converge under him.

In addition, one of these friars of the nether sect wore a mask to cover his appearance, so that others could not see the details, and could only judge that this person was male. At the same time, the fluctuations on his body also spread the power of half a step in the star domain.

But in this person, the most obvious thing is his nether fire. This nether fire is so strong that it is almost overwhelming. Now there is no cover up. With all his strength released, the monks of the nether sect around him are resonated one after another, and the eyes looking at this person are also enthusiastic.

As for identity... Wang Baole doesn't need to guess anymore. He saw this person's moment, and his eyes also fell on Wang Baole. The eyes of both sides touched slightly, and a ray of hidden hostility showed inside, which made Wang Baole clear that this... Is the person who always stared at himself when he stepped into the Ming sect before, and also the quasi Ming son who provoked himself, the cultivation behind him.

Perhaps, if he doesn't appear, then this person... Is the most recognized son of the nether sect now.

In this way, it is understandable to be hostile to yourself.

If Wang Baole's character had been changed in the past, such hostility would have become his motivation to make people call his father, but now for Wang Baole, these are not important.

What he thought now was to help his senior brother retrieve the remains of the Emperor Ming and complete his agreement.

So for hostility or provocation, wangbaole ignored it, but stood there, looking down at the roaring and tumbling Styx river.

Vaguely, he saw that countless faces appeared in this netherworld. When these faces looked at themselves, they all showed resentment and overwhelming hatred.

This hatred comes from repression, this resentment comes from the mission of the Ming sect, and they are not allowed to resurrect.

At the same time, with the operation of the fire in Wang Baole's body, his eyes showed a faint light, and he vaguely saw that there seemed to be a thread on the countless souls in the Styx River, which spread to the depths of the Styx river.

It's as if no matter how ferocious they are, they are all puppets with threads lifted. If the thread lifter behind doesn't move, it's all right. Once they move, they can control all their behaviors.

"These silk threads..." Wang Baole squinted and stared at the depths of the Styx River, but it was a pity that he couldn't see through and clearly, but at the bottom of his heart, there were some guesses and judgments.

"Maybe this is another reason why elder martial brother needs the remains of the emperor of the dead, because the thread bearer behind these souls is very likely... The dead emperor of the dead."

"It is precisely because of its fall, but the cause and effect are still there. Therefore, although these ghosts have no will to interfere with the behavior, they are also trapped here and cannot leave." In Wang Baole's meditation, the figure of chenqingzi appeared on the Styx river at the moment. There was no superfluous words in the nothingness above everyone. The moment his right hand was raised, the black fish mark in the center of his eyebrows was illusory, and his whole body was up and down. At this moment, the power of the way of heaven burst out.

Finally, he gathered his right hand and suddenly pressed it towards the Styx river below. A huge handprint came out of thin air and roared away towards the Styx river.

The starry sky roared, nothingness shook, and the power of the way of heaven was stimulated to the extreme at this moment. The power of the way made Wang Baole and others roar, and even those souls in the Styx River also showed fear, screamed, and quickly sank to the bottom of the Styx river.

At the same time... With the falling of the fingerprints, the river Styx roared, and there was a depression in the shape of the fingerprints. The depression became larger and larger, and the final plane range reached tens of thousands of feet, which was no longer increased. The waves raised, centered on the tens of thousands of feet of fingerprints, continued to spread around, looking very vast.

But all this is not over. Although its scope does not continue, its depth... At the moment, it is still roaring. In the sinking of this fingerprint, it soon reached thousands of feet, tens of thousands of feet, tens of thousands of feet, tens of thousands of feet, tens of thousands of feet

Until the end, a handprint with a depth of about 500000 feet appeared in the eyes of all people here, which shocked their minds. What they saw was not a handprint, but a channel, a vortex!

At the end of the channel vortex... There is nothing, just like the bottom of the Styx River, which is still far away from this position.

"The way of heaven is fixed, only half of it. Next... We have to rely on you and other nether sons to carry the power of the way of heaven and extend this channel to millions!" Chen Qingzi withdrew his right hand and spoke slowly.

"Yes!" Immediately, among the friars of the Ming sect, several other quasi Ming Zi, including the young quasi Ming Zi who provoked Wang Baole before, spoke loudly, and the monk with a mask also bowed his head and respectfully promised at the moment.

Then, the quasi Mingzi youth who provoked Wang Baole and was dissolved by his waning moon was the first to walk out of the crowd and bow to the nihilistic chenqingzi.

"Please lower the power of heaven!"

Chen Qingzi nodded, lifted his right hand and waved it, and immediately a mark appeared directly in the middle of the young man's eyebrows, which made his whole body suddenly vibrate, and the hell fire in his body exploded, as if he had been prompted, and his expression also showed twisted pain, as if to explode.

But he was also extraordinary. At the moment, he resisted the sharp pain, raised his hands in a roar, and triggered the fire in his body. He suddenly pressed the 500000 deep handprint below.

During the roar, the fire in his body broke out in an all-round way on the blessing, forming a small handprint, which sank directly into the channel, making the depth of the channel spread again!

This time, it spread more than 20000 feet!

At this time, the quasi Mingzi youth spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his body was weak, but he resisted, gave Wang Baole a provocative look, and then was quickly helped back, and then the second quasi Mingzi also rushed out quickly and worshipped nothingness.

"Please lower the power of heaven!"