Within Three Inches

Several years ago, in that Underworld Dream, the Underworld Earth Child once stood in front of Wang Baole’s, in the eye with gentleness, but with a stern face, and asked Wang Baole about cultivating.

“Baole, my Underworld Sect dísciple, what shall I do after I draw the soul?”

“Master, after I draw the soul, I will draw for the soul according to Dao Heart’s impression of Heavenly Dao reincarnation Corpse Face, set Fate, lead the karma line, and then complete everything, you can send it to reincarnation smoothly and let Heavenly Dao review it. If it passes, it will start a new life. If it fails, it means that I am not enough underworld Sect dísciple cultivating.”

“Goodness.”

Wang Baole to open eyes, watching myself step into the light gate, the third level world that appears, watching this place exist independently among the endless white clouds, Apart from the white clouds, the only thing reflected in the eye.

That is a cliff.

In front of the cliff, there is a case table.

On the case table, there is a pen.

That is the Corpse Face pen.

Looking at all this, he thought of Underworld Dream, thought of everything he had learned, and finally understood why the tomb of the Netherworld Sovereign was so strange.

“That’s because…this place is both a cemetery, a trial, and…inheritance.”

“So everything here is for verification, assessment, and Choose to get the dísciple of Netherworld Sovereign inheritance.”

Wang Baole murmured softly, looking towards the Netherworld River beside him, where there are countless souls, and walking forward in silence. , Arrived next to the cliff and sat a few times in front of the case.

His eyes closed again, seeming to be reminiscing, but also immersed, until after a while, the moment Wang Baole both eyes opened, his in the eye was calm, with a wave of his left hand, suddenly all around White clouds bubbling up, blending into the Netherworld River beside him, sinking into the souls within it, and then…waves of induction emerged in Wang Baole’s mind, and he seemed to see faces after all.

After a while, Wang Baole raised his right hand and picked up the pen placed on the desk. With a ray of soul light, he flew out of the Netherworld River and floated in front of him. Wang Baole looked Calmly, with seriousness, as if returning to Underworld Sect back then, in this soul light, began to outline.

Draw Corpse Face.

Corpse Face is difficult to draw, and the difficulty is not to allow the slightest error. Because of a clerical error, what affects the soul’s next life, an accident will affect one’s Dao Heart.

Not to have selfishness, as Senior Brother back then, because of that selfishness, it took the wrong path in future choices.

Wang Baole doesn’t know whether he can do it well. After all… he hasn’t painted Corpse Face for a long, long time. Even his own path is contrary to Underworld Sect.

“But it’s also a karma.” Wang Baole shook his head, calmed himself down, stroked strokes to outline the soul in front of him, gradually appeared body, gradually appeared face, and gradually settled The gender.

During this process, his hands did not shake, even if he was a little rusty, but his mentality was among the spiritual gods. This kind of transcendence seemed to make Wang Baole invisible at this moment. , Exudes the charm of bursts of roads.

this Dao, is Heavenly Dao, is the way of Underworld Sect.

With a sigh, outside this world, outside the vast Netherworld River, it echoes softly, but it doesn’t reach anyone’s heart, or the slightest thoughts of others, except outside the Netherworld River, nothingness In Chen Qingzi’s heart, it’s been a long time.

Chen Qingzi’s eyes seem to penetrate everything and see everything that happened in the tomb of the Netherworld Sovereign.

He saw what happened before in that temple, Wang Baole’s experience, which silenced him. He also saw that after Wang Baole left, everyone in the temple gradually awoke and entered the next level.

He also saw that in the first level of the fallen tower, Wang Baole’s all around originally had countless killing intents. These killing intents were enough to erase Wang Baole Divine Soul.

After Wang Baole’s one bow, he gave up all resistance, showed his mind, and showed his kindness, then those ghosts slowly disappeared.

Similarly, he even saw those Underworld Sect cultivators who entered this first level after Wang Baole left. Most of them were selfish and died in them.

Also in that second level, Wang Baole’s soul-attracting, as well as the Corpse Face in the third level, all this made Chen Qingzi’s sigh echoed again.

Wang Baole, indeed, is the hope of Underworld Sect’s re-emergence.

Because no one can draw the soul of the Seven Kingdoms before or after him, he is the most one, and no one can remain detached and unaffected like him, painting silently Corpse Face.

But…the deviation is different.

So all of this, only a sigh, until his eyes were deeper, and he saw that in the lower layers, there were two silhouettes, moving forward with difficulty.

One man and one woman.

The female is the quasi Underworld Child who hides his strength outside, and the man is another quasi-Underworld Child who is not good looking and has no sense of existence. These two are together at this moment, their silhouettes, Yu In Chen Qingzi’s eyes, it seemed to be slowly fusing.

“The Yin and Yang method of the meditation is to be integrated into Great Dao. I don’t want to be a candidate, so I want to fight more, but I am still missing a copy…Kismet.” Chen Qingzi stared for a moment, then retracted his gaze. looked towards… the deepest part of the tomb of Netherworld Sovereign.

There, there is a coffin, beside the coffin, meditate cross-legged and a Dao Embodiment Shadow.

This silhouette is vague, but there is a breath of vicissitudes, with the meaning of endless years, permeating this last layer, it seems that Chen Qingzi’s gaze can be detected, this silhouette raises head, and opened Eyes, across the cemetery, across the Netherworld River, and Chen Qingzi.

“Master…I want the remains of the Netherworld Sovereign, you don’t give it, then if Little Junior Brother goes, will you…will give it?” Chen Qingzi lowered his head and murmured softly.

This silhouette is the guardian of the tomb, and also… his Master, and Wang Baole’s Underworld Sect Master.

His Dao name is…Underworld Earth Child!

Time passed, Wang Baole didn’t care how long it had passed, nor did he consider whether anyone was observing himself, and he didn’t even bother about it. After him, he also entered the third level.

He didn’t even think about why, after he entered this third level, people still have souls around him. After all, he is regarded as the upper level of the seven kingdoms of the soul world, and all the souls are drawn.

These are not important.

No matter whether the second level has no beginning and no end, the soul world is constant, no matter where it is Newcomer, after seeing him, all show vigilance, no matter it is with the appearance of people, all The surrounding white clouds showed up a series of cliffs, all of which could not arouse his attention.

At this moment, Wang Baole has only Corpse Face in front of him.

He draws a stroke by stroke until he outlines all the souls according to the insights that appear in his mind, until the Netherworld River next to him disappears. These souls that he painted Corpse Face form form One point of light, all around him, making him in this brief moment, rays of light ten thousand zhang.

More sacred intentions emerge on him, making all around to Newcomer, one after another in the eye complicated.

At this time, Wang Baole’s mind slowly recovered.

“Next, I will decide Fate.” Muttered, in front of Wang Baole’s, the light gate appeared on its own. He stood up, walked on one step, and took everything around him that no longer had death Qi, and It is a new soul with vitality, stepping into it together.

From beginning to end, he didn’t look around him at all.

He just feels that there are two line of sights, one on the top and the other on the bottom, both staring at himself, the one on the top can clear who the comprehension is, but the one on the bottom… he doesn’t know.

But he could feel that as he walked layer by layer, the summon, the kind of traction, became clearer and more faintly, walking into the rays of light and entering the next layer. Later, his heart became more familiar and familiar.