A World Worth Protecting

"Mingzong..." Wang Baole walked out of the hall, looked up at the figures in the sky, and looked at the majestic face of brother Chen Qingzi transformed from the sky. He sighed in his heart, but his expression slowly calmed down.

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

This time the cause and effect disappear, the ancient well will not wave.

Wang Baole took a deep breath, his already calm mood became calmer at this moment. He understood that life is impermanent and there are bound to be some regrets, and it is hard 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 obtain the remains of the Underworld Emperor with all your strength for the seniors, and the second goal is to ascend the realm and practice!" While Wang Baole's thoughts were firm in his heart, amidst the roar of the sky underworld cultivators, outsiders The sound of the waves of the Styx also became stronger and passed on.

Faintly, these waves overwhelmed the cries of Mingzong, forming a sense of summoning, covering every monk here, Wang Baole was no exception here, he felt the call of Styx.

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

It was as if all the Dao of the Mingzong came from that river.

Wang Baole thoughtfully, Chen Qingzi's face on the sky, at this moment, glanced over all the monks below, after a meal on Wang Baole, he took it back, followed by a low voice.

"Styx, turn on!"

As soon as his words came out, the Styx from the outside world erupted more intensely. At the same time, the monks of the Mingzong here turned into figures that went straight to the sky, bursting out of the sky, and whizzing away toward the Pluto.

With a calm expression on his face, Wang Baole stepped forward, stepped into the air, stepped out of Pluto, and when the third step fell, he was already outside Pluto and above Styx.

It's just that he is the only person in his position, and his opposite is all the Underworld monks who are preparing to enter the Styx at this moment. There are more than ten aura fluctuations and very powerful old men.

These people are all the star powers in the Mingzong today, and there is even one. There is Taoism in the whole body, and it gives Wang Baole the feeling that it is a bit higher than the flame ancestor who does not use the curse, as if With his own power, he can suppress all directions, so that the Styx below also has waves gathering under him.

In addition, one of these cultivators of the Dark Sect wears a mask, covering his appearance, so that others cannot see the specifics, and can only judge that this person is a male. At the same time, the fluctuations on his body also give out half the power of the star field. .

But in this person, the most conspicuous thing is the underworld fire. This underworld fire is exuberant and almost monstrous. Now there is no cover up, and the full release has caused the surrounding cultivators to resonate and look at this person. , And all with fanaticism.

As for the identity...Wang Baole no longer needs to guess. He saw this person's moment, and the person's eyes fell on Wang Baole. The eyes of both sides touched slightly, and a ray of hostility hidden deep inside. Wang Baole had already understood that this... was the one who always stared at himself when he entered the Mingzong before, and was also the quasi Mingzi who provoked himself, the repair behind him.

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

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

If you change Wang Baole's character, such hostility will turn into his motivation to call him Dad, but for Wang Baole now, these are not important.

What he thinks now is to help the senior 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 Styx below.

Faintly, he saw this Styx, there were countless faces emerging, and these faces showed resentment and hatred when they looked at himself and others.

This hatred comes from suppression, and this resentment comes from the mission of the Underworld Sect, not allowing them to come back to life.

At the same time, as the dark fire in Wang Baole's body turned, his eyes showed a faint glow, vaguely seeing the countless dead souls in the Styx, there seemed to be a line of silk, spreading to the depths of the Styx.

It seems that even no matter how cruel they are, they are still like puppets that have been threaded. If the thread-lifter does not move behind them, once they move, they can influence all their behavior.

"These threads..." Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and stared into the depths of the Styx River, but unfortunately he couldn't see through or see clearly, but there were more or less guesses and judgments in his heart.

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

"It is precisely because of its fall, but the cause and effect are still there. Therefore, although these dead souls have no will to interfere with their behavior, they are all trapped here and cannot leave." Wang Baole muttered, Chen Qingzi's figure, now appeared in Styhe. Above, there was no extra words in the void above the crowd. The moment he raised his right hand, the black fish mark on the center of his eyebrows transformed, and at this moment, the power of heaven burst out.

In the end, he gathered his right hand and pressed it towards the Styhe below. With a sudden press, a huge handprint came out of thin air and rushed towards the Styx.

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

At the same time... as the handprints fell, the water of the Styx River roared, and a handprint-shaped depression appeared. This depression became larger and larger, and the final plane range reached tens of thousands of feet. This did not increase anymore, and the waves that were set off, With these tens of thousands of zhang handprints as the center, it continues to spread to the surroundings, which looks very vast.

But all this did not end. Although its scope did not continue, its depth... still roared at this moment. In the sinking of this handprint, it quickly reached several thousand feet, tens of thousands, more than one hundred thousand feet, and hundreds of thousands of feet. ...

In the end, a handprint with a depth of about half a million feet appeared in the eyes of everyone here, which shocked their hearts. What they saw in their eyes, it was no longer a handprint, but a passage, a whirlpool!

At the end of the channel vortex... 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, it can only be half, and then... we must rely on you to wait for Mingzi, carry the power of heaven, and extend this passage to one million!" Chen Qingzi retracted his right hand and spoke out the words gently.

"Accomplished!" Immediately, among the cultivators of the Mingzong, several other quasi Mingzi, including the quasi Mingzi youth who had provoked Wang Baole before, said loudly. There is also the masked cultivator, who bowed their heads and respectfully promised. .

Later, the young quasi Mingzi who had previously provoked Wang Baole and was resolved by his waning moon, he was the first to walk out of the crowd and bowed to the emptiness Chenqingzi.

"Thanks to God, please!"

Chen Qingzi nodded, raised his right hand with a wave, and a mark appeared directly on the young man's forehead, causing his whole body to shook suddenly, as if he had been urged, his expression also showed twisted pain. , As if to burst open.

But he is indeed extraordinary. At this moment, he forcibly endured the severe pain, raised his hands while screaming, urging the dark fire within his body, and pressed it violently towards the half-million deep handprints below.

During the roar, the dark fire in his body erupted on the blessing, forming a small handprint, directly sinking into the passage, causing the depth of the passage to spread again!

This time, it spread more than 20,000 feet!

At this time, the young quasi Mingzi spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body became weak, but he resisted and looked at Wang Baole provocatively, and was quickly helped back by someone, and then the second quasi Mingzi, also He quickly rushed out and bowed to nothingness.

"Thanks to God, please!"