A World Worth Protecting Chapter 1186: Painting artist Yan
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Although Underworld Sect has not completely appeared in the world, the underworld is reopened, the rules are refinished, and the rules are redefined, forming the underworld punishment, causing the entire Never-Ending Dao Domain to oscillate. At this time, in the Nine Nether galaxy, there are countless dead souls at the bottom of Netherworld River, and Underworld Star. The turbulence is different, and the sensation outside is different...
Here, sadness and madness are permeated.
"Wang Yue!"
"Wang Yue!!"
"Missing Moon!!!"
In the tomb of Netherworld Sovereign, Wang Baole knelt on the ground where Master Mingkunzi dissipated. He had forgotten the passage of time and had only one thought.
Turn the impossible into possible, let time reverse, and let the master's soul reappear.
He didn't know how many times he had unfolded the waning moon. His complexion was pale, and his eyes seemed to be dry and bloodshot. Until a long time, Wang Baole trembled and spewed a large mouthful of blood. He staggered back several steps. As he put it all together, in the distortions formed by the years of reversal, there was no Master's Soul Shadow.
Wang Baole was silent.
He knew, maybe he knew that some things could not be reversed by himself. The Master’s soul dissipated and was connected to the coffin of the remains of Netherworld Sovereign. This is not the law of the waning moon to influence and change.
"Sister, can you help me..." Wang Baole said in a bitter voice.
"I...can't do it, Baole don't be sad, let's think about it, is there any other way." Wang Yiyi, who has not responded to him for a long time, whispered softly at the moment, she felt Wang Baole's thoughts, but she There is really no way to do this.
Perhaps the flow of the moon will do.
But... she can feel that her father? is no longer in this world.
"Can't it..." Wang Baole murmured, the sadness in my heart became stronger and permeated the whole body? Until a long time? When the distortion formed by the unfolding moon in front of him slowly disappeared, Wang Baole raised his head. Look up.
Although Netherworld River has drowned everything? Blocked the line of sight? But he seems to be able to see, outside of Netherworld River, the figure of his former senior? For a long time? Wang Baole silently retracted his gaze.
He understands the master's choice? The choice of Senior Brother Bai? There seems to be nothing wrong with it? It's just a different way? But he couldn't understand.
Because...Chen Qing can follow their own way, and can go on the path of glorious Underworld Sect, but the price should not be Master’s soul flies away, spirit dispersed, this...Wang Baole is very clear, it is the brother’s fault.
Master is also wrong? What is wrong is the soft heart? What is wrong is that he can't bear to look at his two disciples against each other? What is wrong is that he wants to use his own death to perfect both disciples.
"I was also wrong, I shouldn't have come to Netherworld River." Wang Baole sat aside tiredly, looking at the place where the master disappeared? Silence fell, but after a long while, he suddenly raised his head. At this moment, in the eye reappeared. rays of light.
"There is another way..." Wang Baole raised his right hand, and instantly a vial appeared in the palm of his hand.
It is the wishing bottle.
Holding the wishing bottle, Wang Baole in the eye ignited hope. After took a deep breath, he held it firmly and spoke softly.
"I make a wish...Master is resurrected!"
The wishing bottle was still cold, without any response, Wang Baole remained silent and spoke again for a long time.
"I make a wish... Time to return to before the Master's soul disperses!"
There is still no Transformation in the wishing bottle. Wang Baole lowered his head and closed his eyes. This time he was silent for a longer period of time, until after Banzhuxiang, when he opened his eyes, he looked at the wishing bottle in his hand intricately, softly Muttered.
"Senior, if you really can't resurrect Master, please give me a chance...to draw Corpse Face for him."
The wishing bottle was quiet as before, and there was still no heat flow familiar to Wang Baole. Until a long time, Wang Baole's heart became more and more bitter. When he was about to change the wishing attempt, suddenly, the wishing bottle in his hand shook slightly, faintly, as if there was a consciousness , Coming out of this wishing bottle, and seeming to come from a distant unknown place, echoing in the mind of Wang Baole's.
"You, owe me a favor."
The sound is elusive and hard to find. It seems that the wishing bottle was used as a medium and it fell into the Netherworld Sovereign tomb in the world of stele. In the moment of reverberation, the wishing bottle in Wang Baole's hand suddenly emitted heat.
This time the heat flow, unprecedented, burst into the hands of Wang Baole's, and in the hands of Wang Baole's, the wishing bottle itself shined with a strong rays of light. This rays of light enveloped the surroundings, affecting the rules, changing the rules, and gradually A series of soul silks gathered in the void.
These soul silks have already dissipated, but now they have changed from impossible to possible. Amidst the intense ups and downs of Wang Baole's's mind, these soul silks finally gathered together in front of him, forming... !
A soul group that does not last forever, it seems that it can't last long.
That is Master’s remnant soul!
To be precise, it may be more appropriate to call it the soul of Essence, because this soul group does not look like a master, it is just a soul with the mark of master.
Such a soul, in Underworld Sect's cognition, needs to follow the guidelines of Heavenly Dao to draw Corpse Face for it, determine its fate, lead karma, and finally send it to reincarnation.
But this strand of Master’s remnant soul is a bit different. It...is dissipating. Although the strength from the wishing bottle makes this dissipate slowly, it still cannot last long after all.
From the speed of its dissipation, it seems that it can only maintain a stick of incense at most.
Staring at the soul group, Wang Baole's's eyes moistened, and gently led the soul group to the front, muttering.
"Master..."
In this murmur, Wang Baole closed his eyes, and when he opened it soon, he in the eye trembling with his memories, he began to lightly outline his face in the afterlife for this soul group.
Draw the eyebrows, draw the eyes, draw the nose, draw the mouth.
Every stroke contains his emotions, and every stroke contains his memories, take it seriously.
What he painted is not the afterlife.
He painted this life.
Before he dissipated, he still thought about it, for him to have an undisturbed future, a master who can leave this place.
They met in a big dream, the time of apprenticeship in the dream, goodbye is the soul body, and it becomes the past in a flash...
For a long time, when Wang Baole finished the last stroke, his face was full of tears. Looking at the soul that was restored to the master's appearance in front of him, Wang Baole got up and backed up, knelt down toward the soul of eyes closed.
One tap, two taps, three taps... until nine taps.
Thank Shien!
The soul slowly opened his eyes, looked at Wang Baole gently and kindly, and gradually... smiled.
"Goodness."
In the next moment, the soul body was blurred, as if erased, and disappeared in in the eye where Wang Baole raised his head. He watched the Master disappear little by little, tears more, and his mind faintly appeared in his dreams of parting Time, the words of the Master.
"Everything, whatever you want..."
"Whatever you want..." Wang Baole murmured, sitting there, tears dripping down her eyes.
The young lady gradually appeared beside him, looking at Wang Baole silently, with distress in his eyes, gently approaching, sitting beside him, raising his hands, and gently pressing on Wang Baole's's head , Knead gently.
"In life, there must be some regrets, which are not something we can change."
"Baole, you have done well, you have tried your best."
"Did I try my best..." Wang Baole murmured, and the feeling of exhaustion filled his body.
"Well, you tried your best. Go to sleep and rest." The young lady said softly and put Wang Baole's head on her lap. When she kneaded gently, there was softness in her mouth. Song ballad.
This song is very gentle, warm, and safe, and makes people feel peaceful from the inside. At this moment, Wang Baole is like a mortal walking in single clothes in the dark winter, shivering, Approaching a stove, he gradually enveloped him in warmth.
The surrounding area is very quiet, only the songs of the young lady echoed softly.
"The wind is blowing gently, the birds are whispering, baby is not sad, hurry up and sleep..."
"Xue'er floats slowly, her tears quietly fall, baby is not sad, wake up happy and smile..."