Chapter 1178 Master's Gaze!

Several years ago, in that dark dream, Mingkunzi once stood in front of Wang Baole, with gentle eyes but a stern face, and asked Wang Baole about his practice.

"Bao Le, my Underworld disciple, what should I do after attracting my soul?"

"Master, after attracting the soul, according to the Dao heart's feelings in the reincarnation of the heavens, paint the face of the corpse for the soul, determine the fate, draw the line of cause and effect, and then complete everything, and then send it to reincarnation smoothly, let the heavens review, if passed, then Opening the new life, if it fails, it means that my disciples of the Underworld Sect have not practiced enough."

"good."

Wang Baole opened his eyes, and saw himself stepping into the light gate, and the third world appeared, looking at this place among the endless white clouds, existing independently, the only thing that caught his eye besides the white clouds.

It was a cliff.

In front of the cliff, there is a desk.

On the table, there is a pen.

That's a corpse face pen.

Seeing all this, he thought of Mingmeng and everything he had learned, and at the same time finally understood why the Tomb of the Emperor Hades was so strange.

"That's because... this place is not only a cemetery, but also a trial, and also... an inheritance."

"So everything here is for verification, assessment, and selection of disciples who can obtain the inheritance of the Emperor of the Underworld."

Wang Baole murmured softly, turned his head to look at Styx next to him, there were countless souls there, walked forward in silence, arrived at the side of the cliff, and sat in front of the desk.

His eyes closed again, seeming to be recalling, but also seeming to be intoxicated, until after a while, the moment Wang Baole opened his eyes, his eyes were calm, and with a wave of his left hand, white clouds suddenly flooded all around him, blending into the Styx beside him , sank into the souls inside, and then... bursts of sensations surfaced in Wang Baole's heart, and he seemed to see faces one by one.

A moment later, Wang Baole raised his right hand, picked up the pen on the case table, and with a ray of soul light, flew out from the Styx River and floated in front of him. Wang Baole looked calm and serious, as if he had returned to the Ming Dynasty. Zong Nei, on this soul light, began to outline.

Paint the face of a corpse.

It is difficult to draw the face of a corpse, the difficulty is that no mistakes are allowed, because a clerical error will affect the soul's next life, and an accident will affect one's own Dao Xin.

Let alone selfishness, like the senior brother back then, it was because of that ray of selfishness that he took the wrong path in his future choices.

Wang Baole didn't know whether he could do well, after all... He hadn't painted corpses for a long time, and even his own way was contrary to Mingzong.

"But it's also a cause and effect." Wang Baole shook his head, and after calming himself down, stroke by stroke, he outlined the soul in front of him, his body gradually appeared, his face gradually appeared, and his gender was gradually determined.

During this process, his hands did not shake, even though he was a little rusty, but his state of mind was that of a god. This kind of detachment, seemingly invisible, made Wang Baole exude bursts of Taoism at this moment.

This way is the way of heaven, the way of Mingzong.

A sigh, outside this world, outside the vast Styx, echoed softly, but it could not reach anyone's heart, not the slightest thought of others, only outside the Styx, in the heart of Chen Qingzi in nothingness, for a long time Not scattered.

Chen Qingzi's eyes seemed to be able to see through everything and see everything that happened in the Tomb of the Underworld Emperor.

He saw what happened in that temple before, Wang Baole's experience made him silent, and he also saw that after Wang Baole left, everyone in the temple gradually woke up and entered the next floor.

He also saw that on the first floor of the fallen tower, there were countless murderous intentions around Wang Baole, which were enough to wipe out Wang Baole's soul.

It wasn't until Wang Baole gave up all resistance after that bow, showed his heart, and showed his kindness that those ghosts slowly disappeared.

In the same way, he even saw that after Wang Baole left, most of the Underworld monks who entered the first floor were selfish and died inside.

Also on the second floor, Wang Baole's soul-attracting, and the corpse's face on the third floor, all of these made Chen Qingzi's sigh reverberate again.

Wang Baole, indeed, is the hope of Mingzong's resurgence.

Because no matter before him or after him, no one can draw souls from the Seven Kingdoms, he is the one with the most, and no one can remain aloof, unaffected, silently painting the face of a corpse like him.

But... the way is different.

So in all of this, he could only sigh, until his eyes became deeper, and he saw two figures in the lower floors, moving forward with difficulty.

One male, one female.

The female is the Zhun Mingzi who hides his strength outside, and the male is the other Zhun Mingzi who is unattractive and has no sense of presence. These two are together at this moment, and their figures, in Yu Chenqingzi's eyes, seem to be Blend slowly.

"The yin and yang method of the forbidden yin and yang is unified into the Dao. I don't want to be an alternative, so why don't you try harder, but there is still a lack of... luck." Chen Qingzi stared for a moment, then looked away, and looked at... the Emperor of the Underworld deepest part of the tomb.

There, there was a coffin, and beside the coffin, a figure sat cross-legged in meditation.

This figure is blurry, but it has the atmosphere of vicissitudes, with the meaning of endless years, permeating the last layer, and seems to be aware of Chen Qingzi's gaze, this figure raised his head, opened his eyes, separated by the graveyard, Facing the Styx River, facing Chen Qingzi.

"Master... I want the remains of the Underworld Emperor, but if you don't give it to me, then if the younger brother goes, will you...will you give it to me?" Chen Qingzi lowered his head and murmured softly.

This figure is the person guarding the tomb, and also... his master, and also Wang Baole's Master of the Underworld.

His dao name is...Ming Kunzi!

As time passed, Wang Baole didn't care about how long it had passed, nor did he think about whether someone was watching him, and he didn't even pay attention to the people who entered the third floor after him.

He also didn't think about why people who entered the third level after him still had souls being drawn around him. After all, he was able to attract the souls of all the seven kingdoms of the soul world on the upper level.

These are not important.

No matter whether it is the second floor without beginning or end, the soul world is continuous, no matter who is coming from here, after seeing him, they all show vigilance, no matter with the appearance of the coming, the surrounding white clouds have emerged again None of the cliffs could attract his attention.

At this moment, Wang Baole only had the face of a corpse in front of him.

One by one, he sketched out all the souls according to the perception that emerged in his mind, until the Styx river around him disappeared. His surroundings made his entire being radiant at this moment.

Even more sacred meaning emerged on him, making the eyes of those who came around him complicated.

At this time, Wang Baole's mind slowly recovered.

"The next step is to decide the fate." Muttering, in front of Wang Baole, the Light Gate appeared by itself. He stood up and walked away, bringing all the new souls around him that no longer have the dead spirit, but have vitality , step in together.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't look at anything around him.

He just felt that there were two gazes, one above and one below, both staring at him, the one above him could clearly understand who it was, but the one below...he didn't know.

But he could feel that as he walked layer by layer, that kind of call, that kind of traction, became more and more clear, faintly, after walking into the light and entering the next layer, there was something more in his heart Friendly and familiar.