Chapter 1180

"Not complete." At the bottom of the tomb of the Ming emperor, the old man sitting cross legged beside the coffin had a smile on his face. Although the breath of old age came out of his body, the smile was as warm and loving as the memory in Wang Baole's dream.

This vision fell into Wang Baole's eyes and integrated into his heart, making Wang Baole's many sufferings in the heart over the years seem to have been resolved, leaving more, only peace and tranquility.

"Master..." Wang Baole looked at the figure deep in the tomb of the Emperor Ming, and gradually smiled on his face. Instead of asking why it was incomplete, he stood up and walked step by step towards the channel formed by the huge cracks exposed in the black sea below.

His figure walked into the Black Sea, into the cracks, into the next layer that was torn apart by the resonance of his perception. This layer was originally a cause and effect, but now it can't be stained with Wang Baole's breath. Let him walk through and enter another layer.

In this way, he was getting closer and closer to his master, until he came to the bottom of the tomb of the Emperor Ming, came to the coffin, and came to the front of the master.

He didn't look at the coffin, nor did he pay attention to the two figures of a man and a woman who appeared on the upper floor when he came all the way, nor did he pay attention to the two figures. Looking at his eyes, he was surprised, vigilant, and more complex and unwilling.

These are not important, because in Wang Baole's eyes, there is only his own master now.

Gradually approaching, in front of the smiling and kind Master, wangbaole stopped, lifted his clothes, knelt in front of the master, and kowtowed to the master with respect, thanks and peace.

All actions are meticulous. Although they are slow, they are very serious.

Ming kunzi's smile was as usual, but there was more emotion, more appreciation, more... Heartache.

"I have some regrets for being a teacher. Maybe I shouldn't have introduced you to my dream." Ming kunzi sighed and looked at the disciple in front of him. He saw Wang Baole's suffering, his fatigue, his loss, and his Tao.

"Master, disciples don't regret it." Wangbaole raised his head and smiled.

Ming kunzi shook his head, with more wrinkles on his face, older breath on his body, softer and more distressed eyes. He seemed to want to raise his hand and touch Wang Baole's head, but he didn't raise his eyes, but moved his eyes away from Wang Baole and looked at the statue outside the tomb of the emperor of the Ming, outside the river of the Ming, in the nothingness... The figure of another disciple of his own.

When he looked at this figure, his eyes were no longer gentle, but deplored, complex, sad, and even more... Helpless, and the figure, also in silence, bent down to worship it deeply.

Finally, Ming kunzi withdrew his eyes and sighed in his expression. After a while, he looked at Wang Baole again and murmured softly.

"Are you here to take the remains of the Emperor Ming for your senior brother?"

"The remains of Emperor Ming are of great use to elder martial brother. Disciples... Want to help him get them." Wangbaole looked at the master and whispered.

Ming kunzi smiled, gave Wang Baole a deep look and nodded.

"Go and get it."

"Thank you, master!" Wang Baole got up and bowed again. His trip was very smooth. He realized his way, and was about to obtain the remains of the emperor of the underworld for his senior brother. He also saw the master who thought he had fallen.

This made his heart more peaceful, and even the idea that he didn't intend to stay in the Ming sect had some shaking at the moment. Although the Tao was different, if the master and his senior brother were here, then... Wangbaole felt that he should stay.

With this idea, Wang Baole walked towards the coffin. At this moment, a man and a woman, two quasi nether children, were not far away, looking at him.

At this moment, Chen Qingzi's eyes were also staring at him in the void of Jiuyou above.

At this moment, even those monks of the Ming sect who were liberated due to the changes in the tomb of the Ming emperor also noticed and looked at him!

Wangbaole, who was converged by all eyes, didn't notice that at the moment, as he approached, the master looked into his eyes with memories and... Farewell.

Because Ming kunzi didn't tell Wang Baole that before Wang Baole came, chenqingzi had come and wanted to take away the remains of Ming emperor, but he didn't agree and refused directly.

So... Wang Baole came. He didn't want to say this, and he didn't want to see contradictions between Wang Baole and chenqingzi. Both of them were his disciples. One received reality, followed since childhood, and finally betrayed, living in pain, until he fused with the Tao of heaven and went to the other extreme.

One, he closed at the door in his dream, let him experience everything in his dream, and today, he has found his way, and his original heart remains unchanged.

"So... It's good." Ming kunzi murmured in the bottom of his heart and closed his eyes. He didn't want his youngest disciple to see his dissipation.

However, Wang Baole's experience made his perceptual acuity go beyond Ming kunzi's judgment. Almost at the moment when Wang Baole walked towards the coffin and was about to approach, Wang Baole suddenly stopped, with a hint of doubt in his eyes. His intuition told him that this thing... Was a little wrong!

But he didn't know what was wrong, so he looked back at the master.

At this glance, it seemed no different, but after Wang Baole was silent, his eyes suddenly flashed, the shadows of previous lives in his body emerged one after another, and the breath in the sheath of his life spread out. After all gathered in his eyes, the light in his eyes shone, but... Everything was still as usual.

"Not yet?" Aware of Wang Baole's eyes, Ming kunzi opened his eyes and spoke gently and kindly.

Wang Baole's steps stopped. At the moment, he was less than half a Zhang away from the coffin, but this step hesitated because of intuition. Although what he saw and checked were normal, he still looked at the master's face and asked.

"Master, did you... Tell the disciples something? If I take the remains of the Emperor Ming, will it have any impact on you...?"

Ming kunzi smiled.

"You child, you are not suspicious in your dreams. Why are you so now? Don't think too much. Being a teacher is not the emperor of the hell. What influence can it have? Go and take it away."

Wangbaole was silent and suddenly opened his mouth.

"Master, you said my Tao was incomplete before. I don't know how to complete it?"

"After taking it, I will tell you to go." Ming kunzi smiled dumbly and closed his eyes.

Wang Baole frowned, looked at the master and the coffin of the Emperor Ming. After a few breaths, he suddenly raised his hand and waved it on the storage bag. Suddenly, a small bottle appeared in his hand!

It's the wishing bottle!

"I wish to give me the eye to see through the truth at this moment!"

As soon as Wang Baole's words came out, Ming kunzi's eyes suddenly opened. At the same time, the eyes from above were also instantly dignified, because... At this moment, the wishing bottle dispersed heat flow, integrated into Wang Baole's body, gathered his eyes, and made his eyes appear black lightning at this moment.

What's more, at the moment when lightning appeared, everything in front of Wang Baole changed in an instant!

Although it is still the tomb of the Emperor Ming, the coffin, and the master, but... The figure of the master is not solid, but illusory... That is the soul!

It is in this soul body that three strands of soul silk spread, connected to the coffin, where... There are three soul lights that Wang Baole could not see before, soul lights!

When the soul light is off, the hall can be opened!

The soul light goes out, and Ming Kun dies!