Chapter 1181

"It's not complete yet." The old man sitting cross-legged next to the coffin on the bottom floor of Hades Emperor's Tomb had a smile on his face. Although his body exuded the breath of old age, that smile was the same as always, the same as the memory in Wang Baole's dream. Warm, the same kindness.

This gaze fell into Wang Baole's eyes and melted into his heart, making Wang Baole's many sufferings in his heart seem to have been resolved, leaving more, only peace and tranquility.

"Master..." Wang Baole looked at the figure in the depths of the Underworld Emperor's tomb, and a smile gradually appeared on his face. Instead of asking why it was incomplete, he stood up and walked towards the passage formed by the huge crack exposed in the black sea water below. Go step by step.

His figure walked into the black sea, walked into the crack, and walked into the next layer that was torn apart by the resonance of his perception. This layer was originally related to cause and effect, but now it can't be contaminated with Wang Baole's breath, let him Walk through and enter another floor.

In this way, he was getting closer and closer to his master, until he reached the bottom of the Emperor Hades' tomb, before the coffin, and in front of the master.

He didn't look at the coffin, and he didn't pay attention to the two figures of a man and a woman who appeared on the upper floor when he walked all the way, and he didn't pay attention to those two figures. , also with vigilance, but also with complexity and unwillingness.

These are not important anymore, because Wang Baole only has his master in his eyes now.

Gradually approaching, one zhang in front of the smiling and kind Master, Wang Baole paused, lifted the hem of his clothes, knelt in front of the Master, and kowtowed to the Master with respect, gratitude, and tranquility.

All movements are meticulous, although slow, but very serious, very serious.

Ming Kunzi's smile was the same as usual, but there was more emotion in his eyes, more appreciation, more...distressed.

"I regret being a teacher. Maybe I shouldn't have led you into Mingmeng back then." Mingkunzi sighed softly, looking at the disciple in front of him, he saw Wang Baole's suffering, his tiredness, his bewilderment, and to his way.

"Master, this disciple will not regret it." Wang Baole raised his head and smiled.

Ming Kunzi shook his head, his face became more wrinkled, his breath became older, and his eyes became softer and more distressed. He seemed to want to raise his hand to touch Wang Baole's head, but he didn't raise his hand. Moving away from Wang Baole, he looked outside the tomb of the Underworld Emperor, outside the Styx River, in the nothingness...the figure of his other disciple.

When he looked at this figure, his eyes were no longer gentle, but regretful, complex, sad, and more... helpless, and that figure, also in silence, bent down and bowed deeply to it.

In the end, Ming Kunzi withdrew his gaze, with a bit of a sigh in his expression, looked back at Wang Baole after a while, and murmured softly.

"Are you here to retrieve the remains of the Underworld Emperor for your brother?"

"The remains of the Underworld Emperor are of great use to senior brother. I want to get them for him." Wang Baole looked at his master and said softly.

Ming Kunzi smiled, took a deep look at Wang Baole, and nodded.

"Go get it."

"Thank you, Master!" Wang Baole stood up and bowed again. The trip went smoothly. He realized his own way, and he was about to obtain the remains of the Underworld Emperor for his senior brother. He even saw the master who he thought had fallen.

This made his heart more peaceful, and even the thought that he didn't intend to stay in Mingzong was shaken at this moment. Although the way is different, if the master and the senior brother are here, then... Wang Baole thinks that he should stay.

With such thoughts in mind, Wang Baole walked towards the coffin. At this moment, two quasi-mingzi, a man and a woman not far away, were looking at him.

At this moment, in the Nine Nether Void above, Chen Qingzi's gaze was also staring at him.

At this moment, even the Underworld monks who were freed due to the changes in the Underworld Emperor's tomb all noticed and looked at him!

Wang Baole, who was surrounded by all eyes, didn't notice that as he approached at this moment, Master looked at him from there, with reminiscence and even... goodbye.

Because, Mingkunzi didn't tell Wang Baole that before Wang Baole came, Chen Qingzi had already come to take away the remains of the Emperor, but he didn't agree and refused directly.

That's why... Wang Baole came. He didn't want to talk about it, and he didn't want to see conflicts between Wang Baole and Chen Qingzi. Both of them were his disciples. In pain, until he merged with the way of heaven, he went to another extreme.

One, he was absorbed in Mingmeng under the door, and let him experience everything in the dream, until today, he found his own way, and his original intention remained the same.

"That's fine..." Ming Kunzi murmured in his heart and closed his eyes. He didn't want his youngest disciple to see himself disappear.

However, Wang Baole's experience made his perception sharper than Ming Kunzi's judgment. Almost at the moment when Wang Baole was walking towards the coffin and was about to approach, Wang Baole's footsteps suddenly stopped, and there was a hint of doubt in his eyes. His intuition told Myself, this matter... is a bit wrong!

But he didn't know what was wrong, so he looked back at Master.

At first glance, it seemed that there was no difference, but after Wang Baole was silent, his eyes suddenly flashed, and the shadows of his previous life emerged one after another in his body, and the breath from the scabbard of his life radiated out, and after all gathered in his eyes, the light in his eyes Shiny, but... business as usual.

"Not going yet?" Sensing Wang Baole's gaze, Ming Kunzi opened his eyes and spoke gently and kindly.

Wang Baole's footsteps stopped. At this moment, he was less than half a zhang away from the coffin, but his footsteps hesitated due to intuition. Although everything he saw and checked was normal, he still looked at the face of the master and asked a question.

"Master, do you...have something that you didn't tell the disciples? If I take the remains of the Emperor of the Underworld, will it have any effect on you...?"

Ming Kunzi smiled.

"You child, you are not suspicious in Mingmeng, why are you like this now, you, don't think too much, you are a teacher and not the emperor of the underworld, what influence can it have, go and take it away."

Wang Baole was silent for a while, then suddenly spoke.

"Master, what you said before is not complete, how can it be complete?"

"After taking it, the teacher will tell you, go." Ming Kunzi smiled dumbly and closed his eyes.

Wang Baole frowned, looked at the master, and then at the coffin of Emperor Hades. After he paused for a few breaths, he suddenly raised his hand and waved it on the storage bag, and suddenly a small bottle appeared in his hand!

It is the wishing bottle!

"I make a wish, give me the eyes to see the truth at this moment!"

As soon as Wang Baole's words came out, Ming Kunzi's eyes suddenly opened, and at the same time, the gaze from above was also momentarily dignified, because... the wishing bottle radiated heat at this moment, and after melting into Wang Baole's body, it converged his eyes, making his At this moment, black lightning appeared in the eyes.

Even at the moment when the lightning appeared, everything in front of Wang Baole's eyes... changed instantly!

Although it is still the tomb of the Underworld Emperor, it is still the coffin, and it is still the master, but...the figure of the master is not solid, but illusory...it is the soul body!

It is from this soul body that three strands of soul silk spread out, connecting to the coffin, where... there are three soul lamps that Wang Baole could not see before!

The soul lamp is off, and the museum can be opened!

The soul lamp goes out, and Mingkun dies!