"The Mansion of Emperor Ming..." Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. After pressing that palm, the power of the heavenly way in his body had dissipated, suppressing the dissatisfaction of the natal sword sheath. Wang Baole himself had no intention of weakness. At this moment, he lowered his head to stare at the Styx, the bottomless mountain, the statue on the top of the mountain, and the dark temple.

Wang Baole didn't know much about the Emperor of the Underworld, and there was not much description in the original Mingmeng. He just knew that this was the leader of the Underworld Sect and was above the nine elders.

However, after years of retreat, the power of the Ming Sect was basically allowed to be given to the nine elders. In the end, in the war between the Weiyang clan, the Emperor of the Ming was the first to be killed. As for the price of the killing... Wang Baole didn't know, but from his later understanding, he knew that the way of the Ming Sect was the way of heaven, together with the Emperor of the Ming, was killed by the Weiyang clan.

Then there was the emergence of the Weiyang clan's heavenly way and the decisive battle against the Nine-Meridian Underworld Sect mastered by the nine elders. Until the Nine-Meridian Underworld Sect was destroyed, and 90% of the deaths were killed.

At this point, the glory of the Ming Sect was completely covered with curtains and became history, while the Weiyang clan completely rose up and became the lord of the Dao Realm, while its heavenly way also spread throughout the Dao Realm and became orthodox.

Then when I came to the Nine Nethers, the secret that Wang Baole knew from his senior brother Chen Qingzi, the Emperor of the Underworld... was transformed by Luo Tian's finger.

"A finger... then who can kill the Emperor of the Underworld transformed by Luo Tian's finger..." Wang Baole's eyes showed depth. He thought of the stories he knew about in his previous life's insights. These stories made him understand the strength of other people who had killed Luo Tian's finger.

From this, we can also infer the combat power of the Emperor of the Underworld and the strength of his opponents.

"Is it the primitive ancestor of the Weiyang clan who is afraid of by the senior brother... Is this person the clone of Di Tian? Or is the blood-colored centipede?" Wang Baole was silent. Chen Qingzi, who was in the Void behind him, had a faint light at this moment, and he slowly spoke with calm words.

"Entering the mansion of the Emperor of the Underworld and taking the remains of the Emperor of the Underworld is limited. The passage is opened and can only last for three hours!"

As soon as he spoke, the monks of the Underworld Sect around him were all excited, with decisiveness and determination in his eyes. As his figures burst out, they headed straight for the handprint passage of the Emperor's handprint.

In an instant, hundreds or thousands of figures rushed into the passage and headed straight to the top of the mountain below. There were also those quasi-mingzi inside, and the masked quasi-mingzi brothers also flew out.

At this moment, if the place where the Emperor's Mansion is located is regarded as a world, then the Styx is the sky of this world, and the people of the Nether Sect have penetrated the sky and descended to this world!

In fact, this is true. After everyone else, Wang Baole shook his body and stepped into it, and after passing through the passage of millions of feet, as he continued to approach the mansion of the Emperor of the Underworld, the resonance of traction and summoning became stronger and stronger. Until he rushed out of the bottom of the passage, the surroundings were a world!

To be precise, this is a world in the Styx, or to be more precise... this world is a huge bubble, this bubble... is inside the Styx, there is no other place here, there is only a bottomless mountain.

Perhaps it is because of the bubbles, the sky is gray and the earth is the same. It is conceivable that there may be many such bubbles in the Styx, but now it is not the time to think about other bubbles. After entering this world, Wang Baole was about to approach the mansion of the Emperor of the Underworld.

But at this moment, four figures suddenly appeared and blocked Wang Baole. These four figures were all old men. After blocking Wang Baole, they did not speak, but just bowed slightly.

Among the four of them, one of them has a cultivation level in the Star Realm, while the other three are just the great perfection of stars, and the blocking is more symbolic. If Wang Baole really wants to break through, it is not impossible.

Wang Baole raised his eyebrows and was about to bypass him, but the powerful star field sighed lightly at this moment and spoke in a low voice.

"Fellow Taoist, please rest here. People from the Underworld Sect can solve the next thing themselves. Thank you fellow Taoist."

Wang Baole paused, looked at the four people who stopped him in front of him, and then looked behind them. At this moment, all the monks of the Underworld, as if they were the elder brother wearing masks, entered the black temple under the statue and disappeared.

There is no need to think about this matter, Wang Baole can see it clearly at a glance.

Any force, whether it is brilliant or declining, has internal struggles. The luck, cause and effect that he has shown here, as well as the hand seal of the Nether Cultivator, cannot see it, but... he is in their hearts, an outsider.

So emotionally and in terms of interests, they will still stand on the side of the senior brother of the Quasi-Mingzi, especially now that the passage is open, whoever can obtain the remains of the Emperor of the Underworld for the Heavenly Dao will make a peerless contribution.

Therefore, they naturally didn't want Wang Baole to participate in this matter. It would be fine if Wang Baole had not shown his strength before. Now they are afraid of this and they have to stop him.

But after all, Wang Baole's identity and luck are there, so even if he stops it, this old man from the Star Domain of the Ming Sect is also complicated inside, so he acts of being polite and paying homage.

Although everyone is for the Ming Sect, not everyone does not have such selfishness.

Wang Baole was clear in his heart, and nodded after being silent. His goal was to retrieve the remains of the Emperor of the Underworld for his senior brother. It would be good if he could retrieve it with his own hands. If he could not, the ending would be the same, he could accept it.

Seeing that Wang Baole agreed to this matter here, the three stars were also a little complicated. The old man in the star field who was talking to Wang Baole also sighed without saying much, but there were more wrinkles on his face, and he bowed deeply to Wang Baole again.

Then, the five people sat cross-legged outside the temple. Wang Baole did not continue to speak, but looked up at the statue of the Emperor of the Underworld. From this position, he could see the face of the statue of the Emperor of the Underworld.

It was a very ordinary face, nothing surprising, very ordinary, but the charm carved in his eyes was a little different.

It seems to contain some special thoughts.

"Repent..." Wang Baole murmured in his heart. This was the emotion he saw in the sight of this statue.

Just as Wang Baole felt this emotion, there was a muffled roar, which was mixed with some roars and fighting sounds.

This scene made Wang Baole turn his head and sweep away. The four people in front of him also stared at him, but they were strange outside, so they couldn't see what was happening inside.

But soon, the roar became more and more frequent, becoming more and more dull, as if the people inside were constantly going deeper and very fiercely, until an hour passed, the dull roar suddenly disappeared.

The entire temple fell into a dead silence, and the faces of the four monks of the Underworld Sect were changing at this moment, especially the powerful star field, who quickly took out a jade slip. After concentrating for a long time, hesitated and looked at Wang Baole, then looked at the temple, gritted his teeth and stood up, calling the other three to go straight to the temple.

Wang Baole did not move. He watched the four monks of the Nether Sect step into the temple. After the roar, there was a silence again. At this time, it was less than two hours before the passage was closed.

It is obvious that there is a great danger in this temple, which is beyond the judgment of the monks of the Underworld. The person who entered it is now unknown to life and death. Wang Baole sighed in silence, stood up, and walked towards the temple step by step.
Chapter completed!