Chapter 1435 Meeting (Second)

As he stepped into the statue, Wang Baole heard the sound of breathing in the familiar darkness.

It seems that there is a person, in this dark depth, who is breathing slowly, feeling slowly, and paying attention to himself slowly.

Wang Baole was silent, looking into the darkness, the direction of breathing came.

There, it seems far away, but also seems very close.

The familiar fluctuations and the resonance of the blood make the identity of the other party no longer a secret at this moment.

And the darkness that blocked them seemed to be transformed by some kind of seal power. Although Wang Baole could see through it, he couldn't.

He stood there silently, looking at the...dijun's sixth memory picture gradually emerging from the darkness.

In the picture, the emperor's 100,000 divine thoughts transformed the 100,000 boundless realms, and in the end only one remained, and the rest all succeeded. With the success... the return of the fruits, being absorbed by the emperor, the emperor's The injury seems to be improving.

Although it has not fully recovered, this trend made Dijun understand that his plan was correct, so he began to wait patiently, waiting for... the arrival of the last remnant soul.

But... the last trace of the remnant soul never appeared, making Dijun gradually lose his patience here, and he became anxious. some problems.

The specific problem was not revealed in the memory, and Wang Baole never knew it, as if this memory had been deliberately erased.

But no matter what, the appearance of the problem made Dijun's place weaker and weaker, and it was at this time that a rebellion appeared.

In Yuanyu Daokong, Dijun's former generals began to fight back. For them, this may be the only chance to escape from Dijun's control.

It's just that they still underestimated Dijun...

Even if he endured the wooden calamity, even if he had a problem with himself, the emperor's strength still made this rebellion suppressed by him.

And during this suppression, the emperor who appeared in front of these generals seemed to be a little different from what they remembered. His whole body was filled with black mist, and his methods became extremely cruel.

In the picture, Wang Baole saw a large number of powerful beings suppressed by the emperor in a piece of burial ground, and arranged a formation to make them contribute their vitality in an endless stream of immortality.

Just like a battery...

Every time they are drawn out of life, their painful expressions occupy most of the picture... At the same time, Wang Baole also saw part of the process of the suppression of emotions and desires.

He saw the curse of the Lord of Appetite after he chose to surrender, and the sound of boiling in the huge cauldron was thrilling.

He also saw the sorrow of the Master of Hearing Desire, and for the sake of his disciple's life, he chose to bow his head, and the cursed body made him howl in pain.

There is also the body of the desire master, and so on...

All of this appeared in front of Wang Baole's eyes. The emperor in the picture was full of cruelty and madness. The black mist silenced Wang Baole.

Until the end, after suppressing all the rebellions, the emperor used his last strength to transform the Yuanyu Dao into a three-layer world.

The third level of the world is the burial ground. In addition to those powers who were punished as batteries, there are also sub-level powerhouses who have been sleeping for countless years.

These people are all under the command of those generals.

On the second level of the world, the emperor has given the laws of the seven emotions and six desires, and those who choose to bow their heads are placed in it and become the masters of desire.

Afterwards, he circled up the best-preserved holy land of the year and became the first world, and completely sealed off the first world and the second world.

It is like a seal, and it is also like an isolation, so that the seven emotions and six desires and monks in the second world cannot set foot on the first world in this life. protector.

After finishing these, the emperor chose to retreat in the first layer of the world.

Since then, as the years passed, the legend of the sleeping gods continued to spread in the second world...

When the picture came here, it froze.

Looking at all this, Wang Baole already knew almost all of Dijun's memories in this life, and he could more or less guess the subsequent memories.

In the burial ground of the third world, those powers that were regarded as batteries, after countless years, even if they once possessed the characteristics of immortality, they could not survive the absorption of overdraft, and finally... appeared to be extinct Condition.

This is obviously related to Dijun's problems. He needs a lot of vitality to maintain, which leads to those batteries, which have no time to recover, and gradually die.

What still exists today, there is not one out of ten.

"Perhaps, it's also related to me..." Wang Baole murmured in his heart.

The emperor didn't expect all these accidents. Perhaps according to his original plan, he had successfully recovered all his divine sense before his subordinates rebelled, or even if they rebelled, they didn't have to wait until they died one after another. He has also been successfully completed.

However, due to the unexpected appearance, even today, Dijun's place is still incomplete.

In the silence, Wang Baole heard the sound of breathing coming from a distance. After a while, Wang Baole suppressed the complexity in his heart, and waved lightly towards the memory picture in front of him.

With this swipe, the memory image was shattered and turned into countless shiny fragments, like spreading butterflies, permeating the entire darkness, making this dark place appear bright.

In this light, Wang Baole saw a huge staircase in the distance, and at the top of the staircase, a starry sky was arranged there.

The star map is strange and does not belong to this big universe.

And below the star map, at the end of the stairs, there is a huge seat, and at this moment... a figure is sitting on the seat.

With one hand on his chin, he leaned on the chair, as if he was in a deep sleep... Only the slight sound of breathing echoed faintly in this quiet hall.

Following the butterfly-like fragments, they flew over the area and illuminated it. When Wang Baole looked up, he finally saw the figure sitting on the chair. He was wearing a purple robe and had white hair. Both eyes, but that appearance is exactly the same as his own, making Wang Baole's heart...complicated, spreading all over his body.

The emperor and him are one body. They are a new life formed after the fusion of a dead powerful body and a strange black wood.

Wang Baole stared.

After a long time, when a soft sigh echoed in the hall, the figure sitting on the chair slowly opened his eyes.

In my eyes, it was pitch black!