A World Worth Protecting

As soon as Wang Baole's words came out, the Mingzong cultivators all around looked weird, especially the previous quasi Mingzi, their eyes widened, looking at Wang Baole, they seemed to be confused about the situation.

It was...At this moment, Wang Baole was very different from the impression he had given to everyone before. The previous Wang Baole was cold and arrogant, silent, and there was a sense of incompatibility from all over his body.

But now... as soon as this sentence came out, the temperament of his whole person, as embarrassment surfaced, changed a little... hard to describe.

It's like a sudden change in the style of painting, which makes people caught off guard, and even creates a sense of incongruity, like a painting that looks very serious and old-fashioned. In the next moment, something indescribable appears...

This is the second thing. What makes these Mingzong cultivators concentrate more is the arrival of the power of the heavens, which is actually gone... They clearly feel that the power of the heavens has indeed fallen, but the next moment, it seems to be absorbed Generally, disappear without a trace.

This scene, thinking deeply, is the key point that makes everyone's heart dignified.

Wang Baole was also embarrassed, very embarrassed.

He was immersed in that emotion before, forgetting the natal scabbard in his body, and prying into the power of heaven. At this moment, he accidentally swallowed a part of the power of heaven, so that he stood here and didn’t. Ways to expand the depth of the Styx mudra, so even if I had emotions in my heart before, I still had to bite the bullet and talk to my senior.

And Wang Baole’s senior brother Chen Qingzi, in the silence at this moment, looked at Wang Baole although there was no emotional look, but in the depths, there was a sense of helplessness flashing, after a long while, under the dignity of everyone around, he raised his right hand , Once again pointed to Wang Baole.

Wang Baole quickly broke out in his cultivation, suppressing the scabbard in his body with all his strength, and even more threatened by growling in his heart.

"Stop smoking, I warn you!"

Perhaps it was Wang Baole’s warning that was useful, or perhaps his suppression of cultivation had an effect. This time with the power of Heaven’s Path coming, the natal scabbard in Wang Baole’s body seemed to be restrained and did not absorb it, so this heavenly path The power instantly filled Wang Baole's whole body, as if adding fuel to the Underworld Fire, causing his Underworld Fire to explode in the next instant.

When the intensity reached the extreme, the Underworld directly writhed out of its body, rumblingly spreading towards the outside world, blinking a hundred feet, a thousand feet in a flash, and a thousand feet in a flash!

With the eruption of the underworld fire, all the cultivators of the underworld sect around him changed their expressions and retreated together. No matter how they resisted Wang Baole in their hearts before, at this moment, after seeing the underworld fire, their hearts roared.

Even those quasi Mingzi are like this, and the woman with hidden strength has her eyes contracted. Even the big brother of all the quasi Mingzi who wears the mask has a strong look in his eyes at this moment. Fine mans.

As the people’s minds fluctuated, the Wang Baole they saw at this moment was surrounded by flames, and his whole person was in the raging underworld, like a celestial being descending. The coercion spread in all directions and the momentum was earth-shaking, causing the Styx below For a moment, they were all pulled, centered on the handprint, and rolled around.

Moreover, the dead souls that emerged in Styx, at this moment, also reappeared in the tumbling of the river, one by one, they roared silently toward Wang Baole, but the panic in their expressions exposed their inner shock at this moment.

It seems that there is a coercive force released on Wang Baole. One person wants to suppress a river!

This sounds exaggerated and impossible, but at this moment, in everyone's feelings, it seems...this scene is going on!

"This is impossible!"

"Even if he is Mingzi, how can Minghuo be blessed so strong!"

"His cultivation level is visible, he couldn't do this, could it be...this person contains the great luck of my Mingzong, great cause and effect!"

In the silence and uproar of the people of the Mingzong, Wang Baole also felt the difference. The power of the heavens was like fuel and blessing, which made his own underworld release almost infinitely. He felt...the underworld. Hanoi, the looming call coming out!

This summoning, acting on one's own soul, acting on one's own underworld, seemed to form traction and resonance, and this... is the real reason why one's own underworld erupted to such an extent.

Without time to think about it, Wang Baole looked down at the Styx where the traction and summons were heard, with a strange light in his eyes. He raised his right hand and pointed towards the lower Styx with a depth of more than eighty ten thousand meters. Fingerprint, press directly.

Under this press, nothingness roared, Nine Nether waved, and a huge handprint was transformed directly in front of him, and countless underworld fires poured in from all around, pouring out from Wang Baole's body, all converging towards that handprint. And all this is a long story, but in fact it is like a flash of lightning. In the next instant... the handprints that appeared in Wang Baole and everyone's eyes have reached a range of nearly ten thousand meters, and all of them are rich and seem to be able to burn all life. The soul of the dead...Netherfire.

"Fall!" Wang Baole let out a low roar, and suddenly the Minghuo handprints roared and whizzed towards the Styx, and Seta and the handprints on the Styx overlapped, and pressed down with a roar!

The depth of more than eighty ten thousand meters, the moment it hits the bottom, the sound of the roar dullly diffused towards the Styx, and countless dead souls scattered, the depth of the handprint of the heavens was also suddenly extended!

In an instant, it reached nine hundred thousand meters, the next instant, it reached nine hundred and fifty thousand meters, and in the blink of an eye... it reached one million meters!

Such a momentum seems to be only the initial outbreak. No one knows how much it can actually reach, but at the same time as the breakthrough of one million zhang, the power from Wang Baole's handprints seems too strong. There is nowhere to vent it. It spreads to the surroundings. The large and small handprints, the extent of their horizontal planes, fluctuated violently, spreading directly from Wanzhang to 30,000 zhang.

It didn't end, it continued to disperse until 40,000, 50,000, 60,000... and finally reached the level of 70,000, and then slowly dissipated under the monstrous roar!

This scene has already caused all the people of the Mingzong here, including those Mingzi, including the masked elder brothers, and the older generations of strong men, to set off a huge wave of minds, looking at Wang Baole's eyes, like a ghost. same!

"This this……"

"That's right..."

"How is this possible!!"

It's really... the meaning of vertical extension is different from horizontal extension. The latter is even more difficult, because every extension is a million in the vertical!

Although the actual algorithm cannot be calculated like this, it can also be seen from the side of the horror of Wang Baole's blessing. It can even be said that his luck and cause and effect can sweep all the ghosts, and there is a lot of surplus.

Even Chen Qingzi had a deep look in his eyes, and he took a deep look at Wang Baole. At the same time, as Wang Baole's Minghuo handprints were all vented, and Styx gradually calmed down, everyone here immediately I saw... in the depths of the 70,000 zhang handprints, at the end of it...

There may not be the true bottom of the Styx, but there is a huge mountain that is invisible. What everyone sees is the apex of this mountain. There...

There is a statue. The statue is carved by a middle-aged man. He is sitting there, seemingly tired. Looking down at the bottom, he can't see much expression, but his body exudes a strong breath of death to the extreme, as if Its location is one of the sources of this Styx!

And at its feet, there is a temple, a temple that looks ordinary and ordinary.

The only thing that is extraordinary is this temple, the whole body... dark!

"The legendary...underworld mansion!" There was an older generation of Underworld monks, his voice trembled at the moment, with excitement, and mumbled.