Chapter 1167 Heaven's Power Descends!

"Mingzong..." Wang Baole walked out of the hall, looked up at the figures in the sky, and looked at the majestic face of his senior brother Chen Qingzi that appeared in the sky, sighed softly in his heart, but his expression gradually calmed down.

If you have a decision, you don't have to hesitate.

This time the cause and effect will be eliminated, so that the ancient well will not be disturbed.

Wang Baole took a deep breath, and his mood, which had gradually calmed down, became even calmer at this moment. He understood that life is impermanent, and there must be some regrets, and it is difficult to be perfect.

That being the case, it is also good to turn these regrets into good memories and life savings.

"This time... the first goal is to get the remains of the Underworld Emperor with all our strength for the senior brother, and the second goal is to ascend the realm plate and practice!" Wang Baole's thoughts were firm in his heart, and amidst the roars of the monks of the Mingzong in the sky, the outside world The sound of the waves of the Styx River became more and more intense, and it was transmitted.

Faintly, these waves overwhelmed Mingzong's shout, forming a sense of calling, covering every monk here, Wang Baole was no exception here, he felt the calling of Minghe.

To be precise, this call is more of a resonance with the dark fire in the body.

It's as if all the Dao of Mingzong came from that Styx River.

While Wang Baole was thinking, Chen Qingzi's face on the sky swept across all the monks below, and after a pause on Wang Baole, he retracted it, and then uttered low-pitched words.

"Styx, open!"

As soon as his words came out, the Styx explosion in the outside world became more intense. At the same time, the monks of the Underworld sect here turned into figures that went straight to the sky, broke through the air, and roared away towards the outside of the Pluto.

With a calm expression on his face, Wang Baole stepped forward, lifted into the sky with one step, stepped out of Pluto with one step, and when the third step landed, he was already outside Pluto, above the River Styx.

It's just that he is the only one in his position, and opposite him are all the underworld monks who are about to enter the Styx at the moment, and there are more than a dozen old men with very strong breath fluctuations.

These people are all the stars of the underworld sect today, and there is even one who is full of Taoism all over his body. It seems to Wang Baole that he feels a little higher than Lieyan Patriarch who doesn't use curses, as if With his own strength, he can suppress all directions, causing the Styx river below to gather waves under him.

In addition, among these Mingzong monks, there is another person wearing a mask to cover his appearance, so that others can't see the specifics. They can only judge that this person is a male, and at the same time, the fluctuations on his body also emit half the power of the star field. .

But on this person, the most conspicuous thing is his underworld fire. This underworld fire is so exuberant that it is almost monstrous, and now there is no concealment, and it is released with all its strength, so that all the monks around the underworld sect are resonated, and they look at this person. , also with fanaticism.

As for the identity... Wang Baole doesn't need to guess anymore. The moment he saw this person, this person's gaze also fell on Wang Baole. The eyes of both sides touched slightly, and there was a ray of hidden deep hostility in it. Wang Baole already understood that this... was the person who had been staring at him when he stepped into the Underworld Sect before, and he was also the quasi-Mingzi who provoked him, the cultivator behind it.

Perhaps, if he didn't show up, then this person... is the Mingzi who is most recognized by the Mingzong today.

Looking at it this way, it is understandable to be hostile to oneself.

If Wang Baole's personality was changed from before, such hostility would turn into his motivation to make people call him father, but for Wang Baole now, these are not important.

What he thinks now is to help his brother retrieve the remains of the Underworld Emperor and fulfill his agreement.

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

Faintly, he saw countless faces appearing in the Styx. When these faces looked at people like himself, they all showed resentment and monstrous hatred.

This hatred comes from the suppression, and this resentment comes from the mission of Hades, not allowing them to be resurrected.

At the same time, as the dark fire in Wang Baole's body circulated, his eyes showed a gloomy light, and he vaguely saw that the countless dead souls in the Styx River seemed to have silk threads, all spreading to the depths of the Styx River.

It's as if no matter how vicious they are, they are still puppets on strings. If the person behind the strings doesn't move, it's fine. Once they move, they can control all their behaviors.

"These silk threads..." Wang Baole narrowed his eyes, staring at the depths of the Styx, but unfortunately he couldn't see through, couldn't see clearly, but he still had some guesses and judgments in his heart.

"Perhaps, this is another reason why senior brother needs the remains of the Underworld Emperor, because the person who pulls the thread behind these dead souls is very likely... the dead Underworld Emperor."

"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 all trapped here and cannot leave." Wang Baole pondered, Chen Qingzi's figure appeared in the Styx at this moment Above, in the nothingness above the crowd, there was no extra words. The moment he raised his right hand, the black fish mark between his brows turned into an illusion, and at this moment, the power of heaven exploded all over his body.

In the end, he gathered his right hand, facing the Styx River below, and suddenly pressed it, and a huge handprint came out of thin air, rushing towards the Styx River.

The starry sky roared, nothingness swayed, the power of heaven was stimulated to the extreme at this moment, the majesty of the avenue made Wang Baole and others roar, and even the dead souls in the Styx showed fear, roared, and quickly sank to the bottom of the Styx .

At the same time... as the handprints fell, the Styx river roared, and a handprint-shaped depression appeared. The depression became bigger and bigger, and finally the range of the plane reached tens of thousands of feet. With these tens of thousands of feet of handprints as the center, it continues to spread towards the surroundings, which looks very vast.

But all this is not over. Although its scope does not continue, its depth... is still roaring at this moment. In the sinking of this handprint, it quickly reached thousands of feet, tens of thousands of feet, more than ten thousand feet, 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 deeply. What they saw in their eyes was no longer a handprint, but a passage, a vortex!

At the end of the vortex of this channel... there is nothing, as if the bottom of the Styx River is still far away from the current position.

"The way of heaven is fixed, only half of it. Next... we will rely on you, Mingzi, to bear the power of the way of heaven, and extend this channel to a million!" Chen Qingzi withdrew his right hand and spoke calmly.

"Obey!" Immediately among the monks of Mingzong, several other quasi-mingzis, including the young quasi-mingzi who provoked Wang Baole before, spoke loudly, and even the cultivator wearing a mask bowed his head respectfully at this moment. .

Afterwards, the quasi-mingzi youth who had provoked Wang Baole before and was resolved by his waning moon, he was the first to walk out of the crowd, and bowed to the nothingness of Chen Qingzi.

"Please let the heavens down!"

Chen Qingzi nodded, raised his right hand with a wave, and immediately a mark appeared directly between the young man's eyebrows, causing his whole body to shake violently, and the dark fire in his body erupted, as if he had been urged, and his expression was distorted and painful , as if about to explode.

But he is indeed extraordinary. At this moment, he endured the severe pain, raised his hands while screaming, and stimulated the fire in his body, and pressed towards the five hundred thousand deep handprint below.

During the roar, the dark fire in his body was blessed and exploded, forming a small handprint, which sank directly into the passage, causing the depth of the passage to spread again!

This time, it spread over twenty thousand feet!

At this time, the young Zhun Mingzi spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body weakened, but he held back and gave Wang Baole a provocative look, and was quickly helped back, and then the second Zhun Mingzi, also He rushed out quickly and bowed to nothingness.

"Please let the heavens down!"