"Random!" At the moment the fourteenth moon rose, Ming Kunzi came from it, responding to the sound of the purple sun. This sound was cold and revealed endless indifference, and it seemed to contain the will of the heavenly way, echoing in this starry sky.

Even after this sound appeared, the vibration and oppression formed by the appearance of the seven-wheeled suns in this star field were completely erased in an instant, just like... At this moment, the way of heaven came, covering the Nether Sect and suppressing the arrival of the seven-wheeled suns!

Suddenly the sky roared, and the seven-wheeled sun shook, and the purple sun inside rayed brightly, and a figure appeared inside. It was a middle-aged man wearing a purple robe, and behind it was a huge phantom. The phantom merged with the sun, with three heads and six arms!!

"Ming Kunzi, your Ming Sect dares to ferry my descendants' souls. This matter... I, Weiyang clan, want an explanation!"

"Everything has reincarnation, the way of heaven is circulating. Since you have woken up from your dream, you don't have to enter a dream again. You need to be reborn... This matter cannot be changed!" Ming Kunzi's figure walked out of the fourteenth black moon as the words echoed. He stood in the sky in a black robe, and spoke lightly.

"Can't change it?" The middle-aged man who walked out of the purple sun smiled angrily, and his right hand suddenly raised, and the six red suns around him burst into light. For a moment, the light shone brightly. From a distance, it seemed to form a red sea, and it roared towards Ming Kunzi.

Ming Kunzi snorted coldly, and with the same wave, a black light spread instantly, like a formation of darkness, facing the coming red light, directly touching the two sides in a way that Wang Baole could not understand, directly in the sky!

The sky was turbulent, the world was trembling, and even the entire star field was trembling, but no one could see half of the figure. Only red and black were seen, constantly interlacing in the sky, constantly suppressing and swallowing!

The passage of time seems to have changed at this moment, as if the time between the sky and the earth is no longer the same. A breath on the ground seems to be a day for both sides of the sky!

In this way, under Wang Baole's rapid breath, a big hand suddenly transformed into the red light in the sky, penetrated the sea of ​​light and grabbed the palace where the Ming Sect was located!

"You dare!" Ming Kunzi's roar suddenly echoed, and an oar suddenly stretched out from the black light in the sky, expanding infinitely, and in an instant it was so huge that it seemed to be able to support the sky, and directly bombarded towards the big hand!

But it was still a little late. Obviously, this time the other party was prepared to come. With the big hand, there was a wisp of soul that was directly pulled out from the Reincarnation Hall of the Underworld Sect!

It was the soul of a woman, and her body face had been painted. She could see her beautiful appearance. She was closing her eyes at the moment, as if she was sleeping. If there were no today's accident, she would be led by the rules of the heavenly way in a few days, and be reborn and start her next life.

But today's accident caused her to be forced out, but when she was pulled out, it was the moment when Ming Kunzi's light oars blocked her. The big hand couldn't bear it and collapsed directly. The fluctuations under the touch of both sides had infinite destructive power. Not to mention a soul, even a strong man in the star realm could not bear it.

So that wisp of soul was swept across the eyes of everyone in the Nether Sect by the destruction, and in an instant... completely shattered and disappeared!!

No one can tell whether it was the Weiyang tribe who killed it himself or Ming Kunzi took action, but no matter what, this wisp of soul was scattered and disappeared from the world and no longer existed.

The storm that broke out from the collision between the light oar and the big hand not only destroyed this soul, but also formed an impact, sweeping across the entire Nether Sect. Even if it was protected by the formation, the attack from the peerless powerful man of the Weiyang clan was still extremely violent, and all the monks below the planetary realm roared in their minds.

Wang Baole was just a great perfect foundation building. At this moment, he felt a buzzing sound in his ears, and his eyes were dark and he fainted.

I don’t know how long it took, when he woke up, the battle between the two sides had ended. With his awakening, the first thing he saw was the back of his master Ming Kunzi.

After checking Wang Baole's body and confirming that it was not hindered, Ming Kunzi left, but before leaving, he noticed the hesitation in Wang Baole's eyes, so he looked at Wang Baole deeply.

"Baole, my Ming Sect is a practitioner of the Heavenly Dao. No matter in the past or present, this is our mission. You must remember... we irreversible life and death!" After saying this, Ming Kunzi turned his head and his figure slowly moved away.

Wang Baole was silent. His heart was a little complicated. He couldn't tell whether the Weiyang clan was correct or the Ming clan was correct. But soon, as he searched the information in the Ming clan, he knew that the day was coming, named Tuomu, and he was one of the nine emperors of the Weiyang clan!

As for the six red suns, they are the six gods under his command!

Their cultivation has surpassed the stars and stood in the star domain. They are the strong men in this universe and the peak, and their daughter... Over the past countless years, even Takumu himself doesn't know how many of them there are.

When Wang Baole saw this information, he was silent. He didn't understand what happened here, but he understood that perhaps the emperor of the Weiyang clan came here not for the soul of his daughter!

Wang Baole was not sure about the specific reason and could not find the answer, but after seeing the strong, he became very anxious about his cultivation. He felt that compared with these people, he was too weak and could not help but feel weak.

So after waking up, Wang Baole began to immerse himself in cultivation, and at the same time he also realized that his senior brother had also begun to retreat and had not seen him for a long time.

Until another month passed, when Wang Baole's dark fire overlapped to the thirty-seventh level, on that day, Ming Kunzi took him to a hall full of black mist in the Ming Sect.

The outside of the hall is filled with fog, and the same is true in the hall. Only in the hall can one see a huge pool of water in the center of the hall. The water of the pool is colorless, but it emits bursts of black water vapor, and bubbles after bubbles, constantly rolling and shattering inside.

This is the soul pool!

There are several soul pools in each of the nine major Nether Sects, and this place is just one of them. Generally speaking, all the dead souls will first gather here after being pulled to the Nether Sect, and then enter the soul mirror. The disciples carve the corpse face. They are either sent to the cycle of reincarnation or to the illusion array of rebirth. They shape their personality through the illusion array, and finally wait for the guidance of the heavenly way to enter the soul river and step into the door of rebirth.

There are countless souls in this soul, which roll in the pool water, sometimes struggle to climb out as the bubbles roll, and more, a large number of faces are constantly floating on the water.

These faces include men and women, old and young, some are peaceful, some are angry, some are crying, and some are laughing. Their colors are also different. Most of them are the same as the pond water, but there are still some, which are extremely dark, and it seems that even the pond water cannot purify them in a short time.

"Formatless is a normal soul, while black contains strong resentment. Baole, use your soul-guiding method to draw out three souls from this soul pool, and transform them into your future underworld weapon...the weapon spirit!" When Wang Baole looked at the pool, Ming Kunzi slowly spoke, with a touch of depth in his eyes, looking at Wang Baole.

"The Spirit of the Utility?" Wang Baole felt that his memory was a little blurred again.

"As Mingzi, you need three types of Mingzi's weapons, namely boats, black robes and light oars. This is something that every Mingzi must have. At the same time, the spirit of the weapon inside also needs to be selected by yourself." Ming Kunzi said this and stopped talking.

After thinking about it, Wang Baole vaguely remembered that this seemed to be true, so he didn't think too much, but focused his attention in the pool. After watching for a while, he took a deep breath and tried to unleash the method of attracting the soul while the Nether Fire was circulating. After six failures, he finally successfully unleashed the soul-attracting the soul-attracting the seventh time!

Suddenly, an illusory big hand suddenly poked out from its body, reached into the pool, and grabbed three wisps of souls from it!

A hideous man!

A gloomy old man!
Chapter completed!