Chapter 1069

"Ming emperor's mansion..." Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. At this moment, after pressing the palm, the power of heaven in his body has also dissipated. He was dissatisfied with pressing down the sheath of his life sword. Wang Baole didn't mean to be weak. At this moment, he lowered his head and stared at Ming Hanoi, the bottomless mountain, the statue on the top of the mountain, and... The dark temple.

Wang Baole didn't know much about the Ming emperor, and there was not much description in the original Ming dream. He just knew that this was the leader of the Ming sect, above the nine elders.

But after years of seclusion, the power of the Ming sect was basically left to the nine elders. Finally, in the war of the Weiyang clan, the Ming emperor was first killed. As for the cost of killing... Wang Baole didn't know, but from later understanding, he knew that the way of heaven of the Ming sect was to be killed by the Weiyang clan together with the Ming emperor.

Then came the emergence of the way of heaven of the Weiyang clan and the decisive battle against the nine meridians Ming sect mastered by the nine elders. Until the nine meridians Ming sect was completely destroyed and 90% died.

So far, the brilliance of the Ming sect has been completely covered and become history, while the Weiyang nationality has completely risen and become the master of the Dao domain. At the same time, its heavenly way has also spread throughout the Dao domain and become orthodoxy.

When he came to Jiuyou, Wang Baole learned the secret from his elder martial brother chenqingzi, the emperor of the underworld... It was melted by a finger of Luo Tian.

"A finger... Then who can kill the emperor of the underworld transformed by a finger of Luo Tian..." Wang Baole's eyes showed deep, and he thought of the stories that happened in the outside world that he knew in his previous life. These stories let him understand the strength of other people who cut a finger of Luo Tian.

From this, we can also infer the combat power of the Emperor Ming and the strength of his opponents.

"Is it the primitive ancestor of the Weiyang nationality who made his senior brother afraid... Is this person a part of emperor Tian? Or the bloody centipede?" Wang Baole was silent, and the chenqingzi in the nothingness behind him, now his eyes showed a faint light, and slowly opened his mouth with calm words.

"Enter the Ming emperor's residence and take the remains of the Ming emperor. The time is limited, and the channel can only last for three hours!"

As soon as his words came out, all the monks of the Ming sect around him were agitated, with determination and firmness in their eyes. When their figures roared and erupted, they went straight to the channel of the hand print of the Ming emperor.

In an instant, hundreds of figures, like meteors, rushed into the passage and headed for the top of the mountain below. There were also those zhunmingzi in it, including the masked zhunmingzi elder martial brother, who also stepped out.

At this moment, if the place where the Emperor Ming's mansion is located is regarded as a world, then the Styx river is the sky of this world, and the people of the Styx sect have broken through the sky and come to this world!

In fact, it is true that Wang Baole, after the crowd, also shook his body, stepped into it and shuttled through the channel of millions of feet. As he kept approaching the Ming emperor's mansion, the resonance of that traction and call became stronger and stronger, until he rushed out at the bottom of the channel and saw a world around him!

To be exact, this is a world in the Styx River, or even more accurately... This world is a huge bubble, this bubble... Inside the Styx River, there is nothing else here, only a bottomless mountain.

Maybe it's because of bubbles. The sky is gray, and the earth is the same. It's conceivable that there may be many such bubbles in Minh Hanoi, but now it's not the time to think about other bubbles. After stepping into this world, wangbaole is just about to get close to the emperor's Mansion.

But at this time, four figures suddenly appeared, blocking in front of Wang Baole. These four figures were all old people. After blocking Wang Baole, they didn't speak, but just gave a slight bow.

Among the four of them, one of them is cultivating into the star domain, and the other three are just the great perfection of the stars. The obstruction is more symbolic. If Wang Baole really wants to break through, it is not impossible.

Wang Baole's eyebrows were raised and he was just about to avoid it, but the star domain power sighed and spoke in a low voice at the moment.

"Taoist friends, please rest here. The people of the Ming sect can solve the next thing by themselves. Thank you, Taoist friends."

Wangbaole stopped, looked at the four people who blocked him in front of him, and looked behind them. At the moment, all the monks of the nether sect, as if centered on the masked elder martial brother, entered the black temple under the statue and disappeared.

There is no need to think about it. Wang Baole saw it clearly at a glance.

Any force, whether brilliant or declining, has internal strife. The spiritual luck and cause and effect shown here just now, as well as the hand print of the fire, are not invisible to the friars of the Ming sect, but... They are outsiders in their hearts after all.

So emotionally and in terms of interests, they will still stand on the side of the big brother of the quasi Ming Zi. Especially now that the channel is open, whoever can obtain the remains of the Ming emperor for the heavenly way is equivalent to making peerless contributions.

Therefore, they naturally don't want Wang Baole to participate in this matter. If Wang Baole didn't show his strength before, it's all right. Now, when they are afraid, they want to block it.

But after all, Wang Baole's identity and luck are there, so even if he is blocked, the old man of the netherworld is also complicated in his heart, so he has the behavior of being polite and paying a visit.

Although everyone is for mingzong, selfishness is not something that everyone doesn't have.

Wang Baole was clear in his heart and nodded after silence. His goal was to retrieve the remains of the Emperor Ming for his senior brother. It would be good if he could retrieve them himself. If not, he could accept the same outcome.

Seeing that Wang Baole agreed with this matter, the three stars were great and complete, and they were all a little complicated. The old man in the star domain who talked with Wang Baole also sighed, didn't say much, but his face was wrinkled more, and paid a deep bow to Wang Baole again.

Then, the five people sat cross legged outside the temple. Wang Baole didn't continue to speak, but looked up at the statue of the Emperor Ming. From this position, he could see the face of the statue of the Emperor Ming.

It was a very ordinary looking face, nothing strange, very ordinary, except for the look carved in its eyes, which was somewhat different.

It seems to contain some special thoughts.

"Regret..." Wang Baole murmured at the bottom of his heart, which was the emotion he saw in the eyes of the statue.

While Wang Baole felt this emotion, there was a dull roar from the temple, mixed with some roaring and fighting voices.

Wang Baole couldn't help sweeping away this scene. The four people in front of him also stared at it one after another, but they were outside. There was something strange here, so they couldn't see what happened inside.

But soon, the roar became more and more frequent and stuffy, as if the people inside were constantly deepening, and it was very intense. Until an hour passed, the stuffy roar suddenly disappeared.

The whole temple fell into a dead silence, and the four monks of the nether sect were all changing their faces at the moment, especially the star domain power, who quickly took out a jade slip. After concentrating for a long time, his face was uncertain. He hesitated to look at Wang Baole and the temple, got up under his teeth, called the other three, and went straight to the temple.

Wang Baole did not move. He watched the four monks of the Ming sect step into the temple. After the roar, there was a dead silence again. At this time, it was less than two hours from the closing of the channel.

It is obvious that there is a great danger in the temple, which is beyond the judgment of the friar of the Ming sect. Now the life and death of the people who enter it are unknown. Wang Baole sighed in silence, stood up and walked towards the temple step by step.

Until he reached the gate of the temple, his steps stopped, and he was silent for a few breaths. One step... Stepped into the temple!