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Although the Ming Sect has not completely appeared in the world, the underworld has been reopened, the laws have been refined, and the rules have been redefined, resulting in underworld punishment, which has shaken the entire Weiyang Dao Domain. At this time, the bottom of the Styx River, filled with countless dead souls, in the Jiuyou Galaxy, and The agitation in Pluto is different from the sensation in the outside world
Here, there is sadness and madness.
"The waning moon!"
"The waning moon!!"
"The waning moon!!!"
In the Tomb of Emperor Ming, Wang Baole knelt down at the place where his master Ming Kunzi disappeared. He forgot the passage of time and only had one thought in his mind.
Make the impossible possible, reverse time, and let the master's soul reappear.
He didn't know how many times he unfolded the waning moon. His face was already pale, and the bloodshot eyes in his eyes seemed to be dry. For a long time, Wang Baole's body trembled and he spat out a large mouthful of blood. He staggered back a few steps and watched him fight. After all, in the distortion formed by the reversed years, there is still no shadow of the master's soul.
Wang Baole was silent with sadness.
He knew, or perhaps had known, that there were some things that he could not reverse. The dissipation of the master's soul was connected to the coffin of the remains of the Underworld Emperor. This cannot be influenced and changed by the method of the waning moon.
"Miss, can you help me" Wang Baole spoke bitterly in a low voice.
"I can't do it. Don't be sad, Baole. Let's think about it and see if there is any other way." Wang Yiyi, who had not responded to him for a long time, whispered softly at this moment. She felt Wang Baole's thoughts, but she did There is no way to do this.
Maybe Liuyue can do it.
Butshe could feel that her father was no longer in this world.
"Can't you do it" Wang Baole murmured, and the sadness in his heart became more and more intense, permeating his whole body. After a long time, when the distortion caused by the unfolding waning moon in front of his eyes slowly dissipated, Wang Baole raised his head and looked upward. .
Although the Styx River flooded everything and blocked his sight, he seemed to be able to see the figure of his former senior brother outside the Styx River. For a long time, Wang Baole silently withdrew his gaze.
He understands his master's choice and his senior brother's choice. There seems to be nothing wrong in it, but the way is different, but he can't understand it.
Because Chen Qingzi can pursue his own path and follow the path of the glorious Ming Sect, but the price should not be the death of his master. This point Wang Baole knows very well that his senior brother is wrong.
The Master was also wrong. What was wrong was that he was soft-hearted. What was wrong was that he could not bear to see his two disciples turn against each other. What was wrong was that he wanted to use his own death to perfect both of his disciples.
"I was wrong too, I shouldn't have come to the Styx." Wang Baole sat aside tiredly, looking at the place where his master disappeared, and fell silent, but after a while, he suddenly raised his head, and at this moment, his eyes regained consciousness. light.
"There is another way" Wang Baole raised his right hand, and in an instant, a small bottle appeared in his palm.
It¡¯s exactly the wishing bottle.
Holding the wishing bottle, hope ignited in Wang Baole's eyes. After taking a deep breath, he held it firmly and spoke softly.
"I make a wishMaster will be resurrected!"
The wishing bottle was still cold and showed no reaction at all. Wang Baole remained silent for a long time and spoke again.
"I make a wishtime goes back to before the master's soul dispersed!"
There was still no change in the wishing bottle. Wang Baole lowered his head and closed his eyes. This time he remained silent for a longer time. After half a stick of incense, when he opened his eyes, he looked at the wishing bottle in his hand complicatedly and murmured softly.
"Senior, if it is true that the master cannot be resurrected, please give me a chance to paint his corpse."
The wishing bottle was as quiet as before, and there was still no familiar heat flow from Wang Baole. For a long time, Wang Baole's heart became more and more bitter. Just when he was about to change his wishing attempt, suddenly, the wishing bottle in his hand shook slightly, and there seemed to be a faint consciousness. From this The words emanated from the wishing bottle, and seemed to come from a distant and unknown place, echoing in Wang Baole's mind.
"You owe me a favor."
This sound was elusive and hard to find. It seemed that it had used the wishing bottle as a medium to fall into the Tomb of the Underworld Emperor in the world of stone tablets. At the moment of reverberation, the wishing bottle in Wang Baole's hand suddenly radiated heat.
This time, the heat flow was unprecedented. It exploded with a bang and passed into Wang Baole's hands. While Wang Baole's mind was shaking, the wishing bottle itself shone with a strong light. This light shrouded the surroundings, affecting the laws, changing the rules, and gradually transformed from nothingness. Threads of souls gathered inside.
These soul threads have already beenThey dispersed, but now it has changed from impossible to possible. As Wang Baole's mind fluctuated intensely, these soul threads finally came together in front of him, forming a soul group!
A soul group that does not exist forever and does not seem to last long.
That is the remnant soul of the Master!
To be precise, it may be more appropriate to call it the soul of the origin, because this soul group does not have the appearance of the master, it is just a soul with the mark of the master.
Such a soul, in the understanding of the Ming Sect, needs to follow the guidance of heaven to paint its corpse, determine its destiny, determine cause and effect, and finally send it to reincarnation.
But there is something different about this remnant soul of the Master. It is dissipating. Although the power from the wishing bottle makes the dissipation slow, it still cannot last for long.
Judging from the speed of its dissipation, it seems that it can only last for one stick of incense at most.
Staring at the soul group, Wang Baole's eyes were moist. He gently led the soul group in front of him and murmured.
"Master"
In this murmur, Wang Baole closed his eyes. When he opened them quickly, he had memories in his eyes, and with trembling hands, he began to gently outline the appearance of the soul group in the next life.
The eyebrows were drawn, the eyes were drawn, the nose was drawn, and the mouth was drawn.
Every stroke contains his emotions, every stroke contains his memories, take it seriously.
What he painted was not the afterlife.
What he painted was this life.
It was the one who, before dissipating, was still thinking about a future that could not be disturbed, a master who could leave this place.
They met in a big dream, and they became apprentices in the dream. When they met again, they were already souls, and it became the past in a blink of an eye
After a long time, when Wang Baole finished painting the last stroke, his face was full of tears. Looking at the soul in front of him that had returned to the appearance of his master, Wang Baole stood up and stepped back, kneeling down towards the soul with its eyes closed.
¡°One knock, two knocks, three knocks¡ until nine knocks.
Thank you, Master!
The soul body slowly opened its eyes, looked at Wang Baole gently and kindly, and gradually showed a smile.
"Good."
The next moment, his soul blurred, as if it had been wiped away, and disappeared from Wang Baole's eyes when he raised his head. He watched the master disappear little by little, and shed more tears. In his mind, he vaguely recalled the parting time in his dream. Master¡¯s words.
"Everything, just follow your heart"
"Just follow your heart" Wang Baole murmured, sitting there paralyzed, tears streaming down his face.
The figure of the young lady gradually appeared next to him. She looked at Wang Baole silently, with distressed expression in her eyes. She gently came closer and sat next to him. She raised her hands and gently pressed on Wang Baole's head. Knead and press gently.
¡°There will definitely be some regrets in life, which we cannot change.¡±
"Baole, you have done a good job, you have tried your best."
"Have I tried my best" Wang Baole murmured, and the feeling of exhaustion spread more and more throughout his body.
"Well, you did your best. Let's take a nap and rest." The young lady spoke softly and placed Wang Baole's head on her lap. As she kneaded it gently, a soft song came out of her mouth. .
This ballad is very gentle, making people feel warm and safe. It makes people feel peaceful from the heart. At this moment, Wang Baole is like a mortal walking in single clothes in the cold winter night, trembling and getting closer. Standing next to the stove, he was gradually enveloped in warmth.
The surroundings were quiet, with only the young lady¡¯s songs echoing softly.
"The wind is blowing gently, the birds are chirping, baby, don't be sad, go to sleep quickly"
"The snow slowly floats, the tears fall quietly, the baby is not sad, wakes up and smiles happily" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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