Several years ago, in that dream of darkness, Ming Kunzi stood in front of Wang Baole, with gentle eyes, but his face showed a stern look and asked Wang Baole about his practice.

"Baole, what should I do after my soul-sucking disciple?"

"Master, after attracting the soul, you should draw a corpse face for the soul according to the reincarnation of the heavenly way, determine the fate, and connect the cause and effect line, and then complete everything, and then send it to the reincarnation smoothly and let the heavenly way review. If it passes, it will open a new life. If it fails, it means that my disciples of the Nether Sect are not practicing enough."

"good."

Wang Baole opened his eyes and watched as he stepped into the light gate and appeared in the third level of the world. He looked at the place where he existed independently among the endless white clouds, and the only thing that came into his eyes besides the white clouds.

It was a cliff.

In front of the cliff, there is a table table.

On the table, there is a pen.

That's a corpse-face pen.

Seeing all this, he remembered Mingmeng, everything he had learned, and finally understood why this tomb of Emperor Ming was so strange.

"That's because... this place is both a cemetery, a trial, and a... 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 the Styx next to him, and there were countless souls in it. He walked forward in silence, arrived at the cliff, and sat in front of the desk.

His eyes closed again, as if they were recalling and as if they were immersed. Until a while later, when Wang Baole opened his eyes, his eyes were calm. With a wave of his left hand, white clouds suddenly surged around him, merged into the Styx next to him, and sank into the souls inside. Then... waves of sensations appeared in Wang Baole's heart, and he seemed to see faces.

After a while, Wang Baole raised his right hand and picked up the pen placed on the table. With a ray of soul light, he flew out of the Styx and floated in front of him. Wang Baole looked calm and serious, as if he had returned to the Underworld Sect back then, and began to outline the soul light.

Draw the corpse face.

The face of the corpse is difficult to draw, and the difficulty is that there is no mistake allowed. Because a typo, it will affect the next life of this soul. An accident will affect the mind of Taoism.

You should not have selfishness. For example, the senior brother back then took the wrong path in his future choices because of that selfishness.

Wang Baole didn't know whether he could do it well. After all... he had been doing it for a long time and had not painted a corpse face, and even his own path was contrary to the Ming Sect.

"But this is also a cause and effect." Wang Baole shook his head and calmed himself. After he stroked and stroked, he outlined the soul in front of him. His body gradually appeared, his appearance gradually appeared, and his gender gradually determined.

During this process, his hands did not tremble. Even though he was a little unfamiliar, his mentality was among the gods. This transcendence, invisible, made Wang Baole exude a wave of Tao all over his body at this moment.

This way is the way of heaven and the way of the underworld.

A sigh, outside this world, outside the vast River Styx, the sound echoed softly, but it could not be reached into the hearts of anyone else, but it could not be reached into the hearts of others, except outside the River Styx, Chen Qingzi's heart in nothingness would not be dissipated for a long time.

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

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

He also saw that in the first floor of the tower, there were countless murderous intents around Wang Baole, which were enough to erase Wang Baole's soul.

It was not until Wang Baole gave up all resistance, showed his mind, and showed his kindness that those ghosts slowly disappeared.

Similarly, he even saw that after Wang Baole left, most of the monks of the Underworld Sect who entered the first level had bad selfish thoughts and died in them.

And in the second level, Wang Baole's soul-attracting spirit and the corpse face in the third level. All of this made Chen Qingzi's sigh echo again.

Wang Baole is indeed the hope for the resurgence of the Ming Sect.

Because no one can attract the souls of the seven kingdoms before him or after him. He is the most, and no one can remain transcendent and unaffected like him, silently drawing the corpse face.

But...it's just different.

So all this was only sighing until his eyes became deeper, and he saw two figures moving forward in the layers below.

One man, one woman.

The woman is the jutsu Mingzi who hides her strength outside, and the man is the other jutsu Mingzi who is not good-looking and has no sense of existence. These two people are together at this moment, and their figures seem to be slowly merging in Yu Chen Qingzi's eyes.

"The Yin-Yang Method of the Underworld is unified into the Great Dao. I don't want to be an alternative, so I'm more determined, but I still lack a... luck." Chen Qingzi stared for a moment, withdrew his gaze, and looked at the deepest part of the Emperor's tomb.

There was a coffin, and next to the coffin, there was a figure sitting cross-legged.

The figure is blurred, but it has a vicissitudes of life, and it permeates the last layer with the meaning of endless years. It seems that Chen Qingzi's gaze can be detected. The figure raised his head and opened his eyes. It looked at Chen Qingzi across the cemetery and the River Styx across the Styx.

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

This figure is the tomb guardian, and also... his master, Wang Baole's master of the Ming.

His Taoist name is... Ming Kunzi!

As time passed, Wang Baole did not care about how long it had passed, nor did he consider whether anyone was observing himself or even ignored him. After him, he also entered this third level of person.

He didn't think about why he was still lured by the person who entered this third level afterwards. After all, he was the seven kingdoms of the previous level of the soul realm.

These are not important.

Whether the second floor is not beginning or end, the soul world is constantly there, no matter whether the visitors here are vigilant after seeing him. No matter whether the white clouds around him appear, cliffs appearing again, it cannot attract his attention.

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

He outlined all his souls according to the perception that appeared in his mind, until the River Styx disappeared beside him, and these souls whose corpse faces were painted by him formed light spots, surrounding him, making his whole body shine brightly at this moment.

There is also a sacred intention that appears on it, making the people coming around all the people who are looking for it.

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

"Next, we are going to determine our destiny." As he murmured, the light gate appeared on his own in front of Wang Baole. He stood up and walked over, and stepped in with all the new souls around him who no longer had the vitality but had vitality.

From beginning to end, he didn't look at him at all.

He just felt that there were two gazes, one above and the other below, all staring at himself. He could understand who it was, but what it was below... He didn't know.

But he could feel that as he walked layer by layer, the call and the pull became clearer and clearer, faintly, after entering the light and entering the next level, he felt more intimate and familiarity in his heart.
Chapter completed!