"The source of desire..." Wang Baole murmured, standing in the tower of the Touch Lord of the City of Touch Lord, the Touch Lord beside him looked at Wang Baole tremblingly at this moment. Such a close distance allowed her to feel the fluctuations in Wang Baole's body more clearly.

The fluctuation gave her a strong feeling, as if once it was released, it could completely lose her mind in an instant and perish in her desires forever.

"Then... why did the Emperor turn this place into a world of seven emotions and six desires, or to be precise, why did the Emperor put his own desires here?" Wang Baole was silent. After a long time, he raised his head and looked at the sky with dark eyes.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the question that Emperor Xuanchen asked himself twice.

"Have you thought it through?"

Although Wang Baole at that time responded with practical actions, in the final analysis, he did not speak or directly said the answer.

Wang Baole thoughtfully, lowered his head and raised his right hand. The next moment, the black mist penetrated out in his palm. After gathering together, it formed a black ball. There seemed to be some kind of life in the black ball, emitting endless desires, and at the same time, it seemed that he was struggling to escape from Wang Baole's hands.

The master of Touching and Desire on the side was even more trembling at this moment.

Wang Baole looked at it for a while, slowly put it back into his body, and then walked out. The next moment, he had left the city of Thuyu.

It was not until his figure disappeared into the city of Touching Spirit that the Lord of Touching Spirit breathed a sigh of relief, but the fear and fear in his eyes were still extremely strong.

"The breath in his body is very terrible... and that black mist..." The Lord of Touching Hope murmured, as if he recalled some memories that made her tremble.

At the same time, Wang Baole, who walked out of the City of Touching Soul, could feel that his current state had reached the extreme of this world. With his current self, facing Emperor Xuanchen, Wang Baole was confident of suppressing him and thus pushing open the door to the upper realm.

It can be said that the purpose of coming to Yuanyu Daokong is now about to be achieved. He will soon see the retreating emperor. The next step is to cut off the cause and effect and make himself free.

But for some reason, he was always hesitant in his heart at this moment.

So while thinking about the source of this hesitation, Wang Baole walked aimlessly in this second level of world. I don’t know how long it took, and he came to a desert.

"It's actually here." Wang Baole looked dazed and looked up at the surroundings, with a little complicated look.

This is exactly where his original body is located. He could feel the breath from the original body in this desert. I think... the original body also noticed himself at this moment.

He and the original body, one in the desert, one in the desert, one bowed their heads, and the other raised their heads, as if their eyes gathered together.

Both the body and the clone are silent.

Until a while later, Wang Baole in the desert suddenly smiled, his body shook and sank directly into the desert. When he appeared... he was already in the retreat place of the body deep in the desert.

This is Wang Baole's clone. After leaving, he appeared in front of his body in a true sense.

Time passes...

Three days passed soon.

Except for Wang Baole himself, no one knows what his clone and his body talked about during these three days.

Three days later, Wang Baole's figure appeared outside the desert. He stood there and lowered his head, looked at the underworld in a complicated manner, then took a deep breath, showed decisiveness in his eyes, and headed straight for the sky!

And in the desert, the figure sitting cross-legged there sighed softly, with complexity, sigh... and a hint of indescribable confusion.

The second level of the world has changed.

As Wang Baole stepped into the sky and appeared in front of the upper realm again, the seven emotions and desires of the second level of the world gathered over in an instant.

There are also some powerful people from ancient people who live here and don’t have much fusion with the seven emotions and six desires in the ancient city, and they all opened their eyes and looked at the sky.

Under the gaze of everyone, Wang Baole walked towards the gate step by step, and as he approached, the next moment... Emperor Xuanchen, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the gate, slowly opened and closed his eyes and looked at Wang Baole coldly.

The cursed face on his face was still there at this moment, but only one was left, and it was much weakened.

"Stop!" Emperor Xuanchen stared at Wang Baole who was walking towards him, and his cold expression slowly changed. Finally, he became solemn for the first time and spoke slowly.

Wang Baole shook his head and continued to walk, getting closer and closer to the place where Emperor Xuanchen was.

Just as he walked into the range of less than ten feet between the two, Xuan Chen suddenly raised his right hand and pointed at Wang Baole.

With this finger, Wang Baole suddenly had nothing and twisted around him, and a supreme force descended with a bang, and a illusory shadow of a parrot turned around him, as if he wanted to cover him.

Wang Baole's expression was as usual. With a wave of his hand, a black mist instantly radiated from his palm and swam rapidly outside his body. The parrot phantom turned black as soon as it touched him. His eyes, which were originally without spirit, became more agile.

But... the source of this agility is desire!

After a shrill roar, the illusory parrot turned his head and headed straight for Emperor Xuanchen.

Emperor Xuanchen's face became even more serious. While he was pinching his hands, he pointed forward. The parrot that rushed towards him burned directly and turned into nothing.

But there was a ray of black mist that could not be erased by Emperor Xuanchen's magical powers. It seemed to come to him with some kind of greed.

Xuan Chen's eyes were a little strange. He looked at the arrival of black fog silently, with a very complicated expression. He did not dodge, but closed his eyes.

The next moment, this black air approached directly, and was about to touch Emperor Xuanchen's eyebrows, but in the end it stayed in front of him, only three inches away from his eyebrows.

It seemed very unwilling to give up. This black air seemed to be struggling, but it was forced to control it, making it unable to spread out.

What restricts it is not Xuanchen Emperor, but Wang Baole.

Wang Baole had no expression on his face and walked step by step to the front of Emperor Xuanchen. Emperor Xuanchen noticed it, opened his eyes and looked at Wang Baole deeply.

Wang Baole also looked at him, and after a while, he spoke softly.

"Senior Xuanchen, I have figured it out."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Chen stood up silently, without saying a word, turned around and left, walking further and further away...

It seemed that what he was waiting for was this sentence.

Staring at Xuan Chen's back for a long time... Wang Baole withdrew his gaze and looked at the upper door standing in the air. His expression showed decisiveness. He stepped over and went directly to the front of the door, raised his right hand and gently pressed it on the door.

Without pushing it away immediately, Wang Baole turned his head to look at the world. His eyes swept across the world, saw too many familiar faces, and finally glanced at the desert, then closed his eyes.

When it opened again, the light shone in its eyes, and his right hand pushed forward with a fierce push!
Chapter completed!