Chapter 1186

Although the nether sect did not completely appear in the world, the nether way was reopened, the rules were refined, and the rules were redefined, forming the nether punishment, which shook the entire Weiyang path domain. At this time, the bottom of the Styx River, which was filled with countless dead souls in the Jiuyou Galaxy, was different from the excitement of the nether star, and from the excitement of the outside world

Here, filled with sadness, filled with madness.

"Waning moon!"

"Waning moon!!"

"Waning moon!!!"

In the tomb of Emperor Ming, Wang Baole knelt down in the place where the master Ming kunzi dissipated. He forgot the passage of time and thought only one idea.

Turn the impossibility into possibility, let time reverse, and let the master's soul reappear.

He didn't know how many times he had launched the waning moon. His face was pale, and the blood in his eyes seemed to be drying. For a long time, Wang Baole's body trembled, spewed out a mouthful of blood, staggered back a few steps, watched him fight all, and there was never the ghost of the master in the twist formed by the reversed years.

Wangbaole was pathetically silent.

He knew, perhaps knew originally, that some things could not be reversed by himself. The soul of the master dissipated and was connected to the coffin of the remains of the Emperor Ming. This is not the law of the waning moon that can affect and change.

"Little sister, can you help me..." Wang Baole, bitter, whispered.

"I... can't do it. Don't be sad, Baole. Let's think about whether there are other ways." Wang Yiyi, who hadn't responded to him for a long time, whispered softly at the moment. She felt Wang Baole's thoughts, but she really couldn't do it.

Maybe Liuyue can.

But... Can she feel her father? No longer in this world.

"Can't you..." Wang Baole murmured, and the sadness at the bottom of his heart became more and more intense, spreading all over his body? Until a long time? The distortion caused by the unfolding waning moon in front of him? As they slowly dissipated, Wang Baole raised his head and looked up.

Although the Styx flooded everything? Blocking your sight? But he seems to be able to see the figure of his former senior brother outside the Styx river? For a long time? Wangbaole silently withdrew his eyes.

He understands the master's choice? Understand elder martial brother's choice? There seems to be nothing wrong in this? Is it just different? But he couldn't understand.

Because... Chenqingzi can pursue his own way and take the road of brilliant Ming sect, but the price should not be the loss of the master's soul. This point... Wangbaole is very clear that it is the elder martial brother's mistake.

Master is also wrong? Wrong is softhearted? What's wrong is that I can't bear to see my two disciples turn against each other? Is it wrong that he wants to rely on his own death? Come and complete both disciples.

"I'm also wrong. I shouldn't have come to Styx." Wangbaole sat on the side tired, looking at the place where the master disappeared? Silence came down, but after a long time, he suddenly looked up, and in this moment, there was light again.

"There is another way..." Wang Baole raised his right hand, and instantly a small bottle appeared in the palm of his hand.

It's the wishing bottle.

Holding the wishing bottle, Wang Bao lit up hope in his eyes. After taking a deep breath, he held it hard and opened his mouth softly.

"I wish... Master resurrection!"

The wishing bottle was still cold and had no reaction. Wang Baole was silent and spoke again for a long time.

"I wish... Time to return before the master's soul scattered!"

The wishing bottle was still unchanged. Wang Baole lowered his head and closed his eyes. This time, he was silent for a longer time until after half a column of incense, when his eyes opened, he looked at the wishing bottle in his hand and muttered softly.

"Elder, if you really can't revive the master, please give me a chance... To paint his corpse face."

The wishing bottle was as quiet as before, and there was still no heat flow familiar to Wang Baole. For a long time, Wang Baole's heart became more and more bitter. When he was about to change his wish attempt, suddenly, the wishing bottle in his hand shook slightly, vaguely, as if there was a consciousness, emanating from the wishing bottle, or from a distant unknown place, echoing in Wang Baole's mind.

"You owe me a favor."

The voice was ethereal and hard to find. It seemed that the wishing bottle fell into the tomb of the Ming emperor in the stone tablet world, and it was in the moment of echo that the wishing bottle in Wang Baole's hand suddenly released heat.

This time, the heat flow, unprecedented, burst into Wang Baole's hands. Between Wang Baole's mental vibration, the wishing bottle itself shone a strong light. This light covered all around, affected the law, changed the rules, and gradually gathered soul threads from nothingness.

These soul threads, which had dissipated, could never become possible now. Between the strong ups and downs of Wang Baole's mind, finally these soul threads gathered together in front of him, forming... A soul group!

A soul group that doesn't exist forever and doesn't seem to last long.

That is the ghost of the master!

To be exact, it may be more appropriate to call it the soul of origin, because there is no master's appearance in this soul group, it is just a soul with the mark of master.

Such a soul, in the cognition of the Ming sect, needs to paint its corpse face, determine its fate, lead cause and effect, and finally send it into reincarnation according to the guidance of the heaven.

But the ghost of the master is a little different. It... Is dissipating. Although the power from the wishing bottle makes this dissipation slow, it can't last long after all.

Judging from the speed of its dissipation, it seems that it can only maintain a stick of incense at most.

Staring at the soul group, Wang Baole's eyes moistened, gently led the soul group to the front, murmuring.

"Master..."

In this murmur, Wang Baole closed his eyes and soon opened them. With memories in his eyes, he shook his hands and began to gently outline the face of the afterlife for this soul group.

I drew eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth.

Every stroke contains his emotions, and every stroke contains his memories, seriously.

He did not paint the afterlife.

He painted this life.

It was that before it dissipated, he was still thinking about an undisturbed future for him, a master who could leave here.

They met in a big dream, and the time in the dream when they worshipped their teachers. Goodbye is already a soul, and it soon becomes the past

For a long time, when Wang Baole finished the last stroke, his face was full of tears. Looking at the soul in front of him that had recovered the shape of the master, Wang Baole got up and stepped back, knelt down towards the closed soul.

One tap, two taps, three taps... Until nine taps.

Thank you!

The soul slowly opened its eyes, looked at Wang Baole gently and kindly, and gradually... Smiled.

"Good."

The next moment, the soul and body blurred, as if erased, disappeared in Wang Baole's eyes. He watched the master disappear a little bit, tears more, and his mind vaguely emerged the words of the master when he was leaving in his dream.

"Everything, just follow your heart..."

"Just follow your heart..." Wang Baole murmured, slumped there, tears dripping down.

His side gradually emerged the figure of his little sister, silently looking at Wang Baole, with heartache in his eyes, gently approached, sat beside him, raised his hands, gently pressed on Wang Baole's head, gently rubbed.

"In life, there must be some regrets, which we can't change."

"Baole, you've done a good job. You've done your best."

"Did I try my best..." Wang Baole murmured, and the feeling of fatigue filled his body more and more.

"Well, you try your best. Have a sleep and have a rest." The little sister spoke softly and put Wang Bao's happy head on her leg. When she kneaded it gently, a soft ballad came out of her mouth.

This ballad is very gentle, makes people feel warm and safe, and makes people feel peaceful from the heart. At this moment, Wang Baole is like a mortal walking in a single coat in the cold winter of the night, shivering, approaching a stove, gradually enveloping him in warmth.

It was quiet all around, only the ballads of my little sister echoed softly.

"The wind blows gently, the birds chirp low, baby is not sad, go to sleep quickly..."

"Xue'er floats slowly, tears fall quietly, baby is not sad, wake up happy smile..."