Although the Hades Sect has not completely appeared, the Hades have been reopened, the laws have been refined, and the rules have been reset, forming the Underworld Punishment, which will make the entire Weiyang Dao Domain shake, and at this time, in the Nine Shadows Galaxy, the bottom of the Styx River that is filled with countless souls is different from the agitation of Pluto, and it is different from the sensation of the outside world......

Here, there is sadness, madness.

"Waning Moon!"

"Waning Moon!!"

"Waning Moon !!"

In the tomb of the Emperor of the Underworld, Wang Baole knelt in the place where the master dissipated, he forgot the passage of time, and there was only one thought in his mind.

Make the impossible possible, turn time back, and let the soul of the master reappear.

He didn't know how many times he had unfolded the waning moon, his face was already pale, and the bloodshot in his eyes seemed to be about to dry and crack, until a long time, Wang Baole's body trembled, spurting out a large mouthful of blood, and his body staggered back a few steps, watching him fight everything, and in the distortion formed by the reversed years, there was never the soul shadow of the master.

Wang Baole was silent.

He knew, perhaps he knew that there were some things that he could not reverse, and the dissipation of Shizun's soul was connected to the coffin of the remains of the Hades Emperor, which was not something that could be affected and changed by the law of the waning moon.

"Little sister, can you help me...... Wang Baole said in a low voice in bitterness.

"I ...... Can't do it, don't be sad Baole, let's think about it, is there any other way. Wang Yiyi, who hadn't responded to him for a long time, whispered softly at the moment, she felt Wang Baole's thoughts, but she really couldn't do it.

Maybe Liuyue can.

But...... She could feel that her father was no longer in this world.

"Can't you do it......" Wang Baole muttered, the sadness in his heart became more and more intense, permeating his whole body, until a long time, when the distortion formed by the constantly unfolding waning moon in front of his eyes slowly dissipated, Wang Baole raised his head and looked up.

Although the River Styx flooded everything and blocked his vision, he seemed to be able to see the figure of his former senior brother outside the River Styx, and for a long time, Wang Baole silently withdrew his gaze.

He understands the choice of the master, understands the choice of the senior brother, there seems to be nothing wrong in this, but the Tao is different, but he can't understand.

Because...... Chenqingzi can pursue his own path and take the path of the glorious underworld, but the price should not be the soul of the master, this is ...... Wang Baole knew very well that it was the senior brother who was wrong.

Shizun is also wrong, the wrong thing is that he is soft-hearted, the wrong thing is that he can't bear to see his two disciples turn against him, and the wrong thing is that he wants to use his own death to fulfill both disciples.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have come to Styx. Wang Baole sat tiredly on the side, looking at the place where the master had disappeared, and fell silent, but after a while, he raised his head suddenly, and at this moment, there was light again.

"There is another way...... Wang Baole raised his right hand, and in an instant, a small bottle appeared in his palm.

It is the wishing bottle.

Holding the wishing bottle, Wang Baole's eyes lit with hope, and after taking a deep breath, he held it hard and spoke softly.

"I make a wish...... Master resurrection!"

The wishing bottle was still cold, without the slightest reaction, Wang Baole was silent, and spoke again for a long time.

"I make a wish...... Time goes back to before the master's soul is gone!"

The wishing bottle still did not change, Wang Baole lowered his head and closed his eyes, this time he was silent for a longer time, until after half a pillar of incense, when his eyes opened, he looked at the wishing bottle in his hand in a complicated way, and muttered softly.

"Senior, if you really can't resurrect the master, please give me one ...... An opportunity to paint a corpse for it. ”

The wishing bottle was as quiet as before, and there was still no familiar heat flow of Wang Baole, until a long time, Wang Baole's heart became more and more bitter, and he was about to change the wishing attempt, when suddenly, the wishing bottle in his hand shook slightly, faintly, as if there was a consciousness, emanating from this wishing bottle, and it seemed to come from a distant and unknown place, echoing in Wang Baole's mind.

"You owe me a favor. ”

The voice was ethereal and difficult to find, as if it was using this wishing bottle as a medium to fall into the tomb of the Hades Emperor in the world of stone tablets, and at the moment of reverberation, the wishing bottle in Wang Baole's hand suddenly emitted a stream of heat.

This time, the heat flow, unprecedented, burst out violently, into Wang Baole's hands, in Wang Baole's heart shock, the wishing bottle itself shone with a strong light, this light shrouded the surroundings, affecting the law, changing the rules, and gradually gathered a soul silk from nothingness.

These soul threads have already dissipated, but now they have changed from impossible to possible, and in Wang Baole's strong ups and downs, finally this soul thread gathered together in front of him and formed a ...... A soul group!

A soul group that doesn't last forever and doesn't seem to last long.

That's the remnant soul of the master!

To be precise, it may be more appropriate to call it the soul of the origin, because in this soul group, there is no appearance of the master, it is just a group of souls with the mark of the master.

Such a soul, in the cognition of the Hades Sect, needs to follow the guidance of the Heavenly Dao to paint the face of the corpse, determine the fate, cause and effect, and finally send it to reincarnation.

But this remnant soul of the master is a little different, it ...... It is dissipating, and although the power from the wishing bottle makes this dissipation slow, it still can't last long.

Judging by the speed at which it dissipates, it seems that it can only last for a stick of incense at most.

Staring at the soul group, Wang Baole's eyes moistened, and he gently led the soul group to the front and whispered.

"Master ......"

In this murmur, Wang Baole closed his eyes, and when he opened them quickly, his eyes were full of remembrance, his hands trembled, and he began to gently outline his face in the afterlife for this soul group.

Eyebrows, eyes, noses, and mouths were painted.

Every stroke contains his emotions, and every stroke contains his memories, which are serious.

He paints not the afterlife.

He paints this life.

It was the one who was still thinking about it before it dissipated, asking for a future that could not be disturbed, a master who could leave the quota here.

They met in a big dream, apprenticed in the time of the dream, goodbye is already a soul, and it is a thing of the past in an instant......

For a long time, when Wang Baole finished drawing the last stroke, his face was already full of tears, looking at the soul in front of him who had restored the appearance of his master, Wang Baole got up and retreated, kneeling down towards this soul with closed eyes.

One knock, two knocks, three knocks...... Until the ninth knock.

Thank you!

The soul body slowly opened its eyes, looked at Wang Baole gently and kindly, and gradually ...... smiled.

"Good. ”

In the next moment, the soul body was blurred, as if it had been erased, and disappeared into Wang Baole's eyes when he raised his head, he watched Shizun disappear little by little, with more tears, and his mind vaguely appeared when he parted in his dream.

"Everything, just do what you want......"

"Just do whatever you want...... Wang Baole muttered, slumped there, tears dripping down.

The figure of the young lady gradually appeared beside him, looking at Wang Baole silently, with distress in her eyes, she approached gently, sat beside him, raised her hands, gently pressed on Wang Baole's head, and gently rubbed it.

"In life, there must be some regrets, which we cannot change. ”

"Bole, you've done a great job, you've done your best. ”

"Did I do my best...... Wang Baole muttered, the feeling of exhaustion permeating his body more and more.

"Well, you did your best, get some sleep, rest. The young lady spoke softly, put Wang Baole's head on her lap, and when she kneaded it gently, a soft song came out of her mouth.

This ballad is very gentle, making people feel warm, very safe, and making people feel peaceful from the heart, and Wang Baole at this moment, just like a mortal walking in single clothes in the cold winter of the night, trembling, approached a stove, and gradually shrouded him in warmth.

The surroundings were quiet, only the young lady's songs, gently echoing.

"The wind blows gently, the birds chirp lowly, don't be sad, baby, go to sleep quickly......"

"Xue'er floats slowly, tears fall quietly, baby is not sad, wake up happy and smile"

(End of chapter)