"Ming Sect..." Wang Baole walked out of the hall, looked up at the figures in the sky, and then looked at the majestic face of his senior brother Chen Qingzi who had emerged from the sky. He sighed softly in his heart, but his expression slowly calmed down.

Since you have a decision, you don’t have to hesitate.

Only when the cause and effect are eliminated can the ancient well be invisible.

Wang Baole took a deep breath, and his already calm mood became even calmer at this moment. He understood that life was impermanent, and there would inevitably be some regrets and it would be difficult to be perfect.

Since that's the case, it is also good to turn these regrets into beautiful memories and become savings in life.

"This time... the first goal is to obtain the remains of the Emperor of the Underworld for the senior brother, and the second goal is to ascend the realm plate and practice!" While Wang Baole's thoughts were firm in his heart, the sound of the waves of the River Styx outside was becoming stronger and stronger, and it was transmitted.

faintly, these waves overwhelmed the shouts of the Nether Sect and formed a summoning meaning, covering every monk here, Wang Baole was no exception, he felt the summoning of the Styx.

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

It seems that all the Taos of the Nether Sect come from the River Styx.

While Wang Baole was thinking, Chen Qingzi's face in the sky swept across all the monks below, and after a pause on Wang Baole, he took it back, and then he said low words.

"River of Styx, open!"

As soon as his words came out, the Styx River broke out even stronger. At the same time, the monks of the Nether Sect turned into figures that headed straight to the sky, broke through the sky, and roared out of the Nether Star.

Wang Baole looked calm and took a step forward, took a step forward, took a step forward, and stepped out of the Pluto Star. When the third step fell, he was already outside the Pluto Star, above the Styx River.

However, he was the only one in his place, and opposite him were all the monks of the Underworld who were about to enter the Styx River at this moment, and there were more than a dozen old men with strong aura fluctuations.

These people are all powerful people in the star domain in the Netherworld Sect today, and there is even one more person. The whole body contains the meaning of Tao, which gives Wang Baole the feeling that it feels a little higher than the flame ancestor who does not use curses, as if he can suppress all directions with his own power, so that waves of the Styx River below can gather under him.

In addition, among these monks of the Underworld, there was another person wearing a mask, covering his appearance, making others unable to see the specificity. He could only judge that this person was a male. At the same time, the fluctuations on his body also emitted the power of a half-step star domain.

But the most conspicuous thing about this person is the dark fire. The strongest thing in the dark fire is almost overwhelming. Now there is no concealment and it is released with all its strength, which makes all the monks of the Underworld Sect resonate with each other, and the eyes of the person who look at this person are also full of fanaticism.

As for identity... Wang Baole no longer needs to guess. The moment he saw this person, the person's eyes also fell on Wang Baole. The eyes of both sides touched slightly, and a deep hidden hostility revealed inside made Wang Baole understand that this person... was the person who always stared at him when he stepped into the Underworld Sect before, and the quasi-mind son who provoked him, and the cultivation behind him.

Perhaps, if he hadn't appeared, then this person... was the Mingzi who was most recognized by the Ming Sect now.

If you look at it like this, it is understandable to be hostile to yourself.

If Wang Baole had changed his previous personality, such hostility would have turned into a motivation for him to call him dad, 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 of the Underworld and fulfill his promise.

So whether it is hostility or provocation, Wang Baole ignored it, but stood there, looking down at the roaring and rolling River Styx below.

Hiddenly, he saw countless faces appearing in the Styx. When these faces looked at people like him, they all showed resentment and overwhelming hatred.

This hatred comes from suppression, and this resentment comes from the mission of the Nether Sect and does not allow them to be resurrected.

At the same time, as the dark fire in Wang Baole's body was circulating, his eyes showed a faint light, and he blurred that there seemed to be silk threads on the countless dead souls in the Styx, spreading to the depths of the Styx.

It is as if no matter how cruel they are, they are like puppets being lifted. It would be fine if the person who lifted the thread behind them did not move. Once they moved, they could control all their behaviors.

"These silk threads..." Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and stared at the depths of the Styx, but unfortunately he couldn't see through and clearly, but there were more or less speculations and judgments in his heart.

"Perhaps this is another reason why the senior brother needs the remains of the Emperor of the Underworld, because the thread lifter behind these dead souls is very likely... to be the Emperor of the Dead."

"It is precisely because of his fall, but the cause and effect are still there, so although these dead souls have no will to interfere with their behavior, they are trapped here and cannot leave." While Wang Baole pondered, Chen Qingzi's figure appeared on the River Styx, and there was no extra words above everyone else. The moment when he raised his right hand, the black fish mark on his eyebrows turned into an illusion, and at this moment, the power of the heavenly way burst out.

Finally, he gathered his right hand and headed towards the River Styx below. After a sudden press, a huge handprint came out of thin air and rushed towards the River Styx.

The starry sky roared and nothingness swayed. The power of the heavenly way was stimulated to the extreme at this moment. The power of the great way made Wang Baole and others roar, and even the dead souls in the Styx also showed fear, roars, and quickly sank into the bottom of the Styx.

At the same time... As the handprint fell, the water of the Styx roared, and a handprint-shaped depression appeared. The depression became larger and larger, and the final plane range reached tens of thousands of feet, which stopped increasing. The waves that set off also spread around the center with the handprints of tens of thousands of feet as the center, looking very vast.

But all this was not over. Although its range did not continue, its depth... it still roared at this moment. As the handprint sinks, it quickly reached thousands, tens of thousands, more than tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of feet...

Until the end, a handprint with a depth of about 500,000 feet appeared in the eyes of everyone here, which shocked them. In their eyes, it could no longer be considered a handprint, but a channel and a vortex!

At the end of the vortex of this passage... there is nothing, just like the bottom of the Styx, which is still far away from the current location.

"The way of heaven is determined, and it can only be half. Next... I will rely on you waiting for Mingzi to carry the power of the way of heaven and extend this passage to a million!" Chen Qingzi retracted his right hand and slowly sent out his words.

"Abide by the order!" Immediately, among the monks of the Ming Sect, several other young men of the jutsu who had provoked Wang Baole before, spoke loudly, and the cultivator wearing a mask, bowed his head and agreed respectfully at this moment.

Then, the quasi-mind young man who had previously provoked Wang Baole and was resolved by his waning moon was the first to walk out of the crowd and bow to the empty Chen Qingzi.

"Please reduce power to heaven!"

Chen Qingzi nodded, raised his right hand and waved it. Suddenly, a mark appeared directly at the young man's eyebrows, causing his whole body to shake. The dark fire in his body burst out, as if it was being urged, and his expression also showed twisted pain, as if it was about to explode.

But he was indeed extraordinary. At this moment, he endured the severe pain and raised his hands while roaring, igniting the dark fire in his body, pressing the 500,000-long depth handprint below.

With the roar, the dark fire in his body burst out in full swing on the blessing, forming a small handprint, which directly sank into the channel, causing the depth of the channel to spread again!

This time, it spread more than 20,000 feet!

At this time, the young man from Quasi Ming spurted out a mouthful of blood and his body became weak, but he forced himself to look at Wang Baole provocatively, and then he was quickly helped back. Then the second Quasi Ming spur also rushed out quickly and bowed towards Xuwu.
Chapter completed!