Chapter 459

The so-called dark dream is extraordinary. It is a magical power that consumes its own vitality and can only be generated after reaching the stellar realm, pulling people into dreams!

Although this method can also be used against the enemy, it is more used by powerful people to transmit power for their own people. After all, the time in the dream is different from the real world, and can be changed. At the same time, in the transmission of power, it can also directly brand the soul, integrate, and make all bottlenecks in practice be erased. Although this method can not directly transmit accomplishments, making people instantly become strong, but when the practitioner reaches a certain degree, The important thing is no longer the depth of cultivation, but more understanding of the law and the source of Tao.

And this method of dreams can perfectly do this!

At the same time, this method has many side effects, such as healing, which can slow down the onset of all serious injuries in a dream, so that to some extent, there is enough time to recover.

However... This strange and extraordinary Taoist method consumes too much for the caster, so it is not a last resort, and few people use it. In the Ming sect, it is also half a taboo skill.

After carefully checking the nether dream Dharma, Wang Bao's eyes showed a hint of thinking. A long time later, he closed his eyes and opened them again, looking around, silent.

Until enough time passed, wangbaole took a deep breath, continued to close his eyes in the Wanfa Pavilion, and began to practice the soul inducing technique.

Although it is difficult to cultivate the soul inducing skill to great success before reaching the jiedan, with the help of the soul inducing skill's blessing on the nether Qi, the nether fire in Wang Baole's body is also gradually superimposed.

With practice, time passed slowly, and soon three months passed.

In these three months, Wang Baole spent almost all his energy on superimposing the nether fire, and finally made its nether fire reach as much as 78, not far from the so-called extreme 81.

At the same time, some bottlenecks that should have existed, I don't know why, have never appeared on Wang Baole once, as if his qualifications were extremely matched to this nether method.

This also made Wang Baole's eyes show deeper meditation and hesitation, which made him a little confused. After a long time, he pressed it down and was about to continue his practice, but with the jade slips in the storage bag shaking, Wang Baole took out the jade slips and couldn't help sighing.

In this sigh, there is a touch of complexity, regret and loss.

"Younger martial brother, I'm going out to practice for a period of time. There are some things I need to think about. Take care, when I want to understand, I'll come back!"

There was only such a sentence in the jade slips of Chuan Yin. It was his elder martial brother Chenqing who said it!

During the three months of retreat, although most of Wang Baole was meditating, he still had some understanding of what happened in the sect, such as... What happened to his senior brother Chenqing!

The elder martial brother with amazing talent secretly told him that day with pride and longing... The Taoist couple of his next life is the daughter of the emperor of the Weiyang clan!

Before the arrival of the emperor of the Weiyang nationality, Chen Qing didn't know. He painted the soul of the corpse face, its identity and background. He only knew that after this soul reincarnated into life, it would be its own Taoist companion, which was the arrangement of the heaven and the guidance of fate.

So he was very happy, and secretly painted the woman's soul when he painted the corpse face, which was more beautiful and more in line with his own aesthetics, and his heart was full of expectations.

Just... The real blow came too fast. With the arrival of the emperor of Weiyang nationality and the start of the World War I, when he saw with his own eyes that the soul of his next wife was pulled out and collapsed, he was silent.

Although he was destined for the next life of the soul, although there was no actual contact between the two people, and everything was over before it began, he was still at a loss. He was not completely heartbroken about the woman's soul, but wavered about his own way.

He didn't know whose fault it was, the emperor of the Weiyang clan or the Ming sect, but he knew that it must not be the soul that was wrong.

But is it the Ming sect that is wrong, but in a sense, the Ming sect is walking on behalf of the way of heaven, and the way of heaven is the synthesis of laws, and it is where the path of the friars of the Ming sect lies.

In this confusion and pursuit of answers, he wanted to leave for a period of time to think carefully and think clearly about this problem, so he became silent and lonely and chose to leave.

For this matter, Wang Baole was as complex as his heart, but he was unable to solve his doubts. He even thought about what would happen if it happened to him.

Put this problem in the bottom of his heart, Wang Baole silently pondered, and his practice continued until another month passed, and the fire in his body overlapped to 81!!

At the moment when the nether fire reached 81, Wang Baole's body suddenly shook. He felt the superimposed 81 nether fire. At this moment, it was extremely vigorous in his body. Under the vigorous outbreak, it actually began to compress, as if it were condensed. Under the continuous compression of each other, it gradually seemed to form a pill!

In the process of formation, waves of breath that exceeded the foundation building multiple times also broke out from the constantly compressed hell fire pill, like thousands of rivers, rushing along all the meridians in Wang Baole's body, and in the blink of an eye, it filled the meridians in Wang Baole's body. When flowing throughout the body, the breath suddenly dispersed through his body to the outside world.

At this moment, Wang Baole, sitting there with his knees crossed, seemed to have an invisible vortex around him, turning around constantly. This momentum was not strong for those great powers. After all, it was only the process of building a foundation, breaking through, promoting and tying pills. But for Wang Baole, this was his first experience in his life. His body was in this vibration, and his cultivation was constantly rising at this moment!

When the roar came out of his body, the whirlpool around him faintly turned into a sea of fire. When bursts of cold flames continued to spread, his momentum seemed to be endless and rising continuously.

The meridians in his body vibrated, his flesh and blood vibrated, his cultivation ran, the dark fire in his body was compressed more and more, and the Dan, under this compression, became clearer and clearer. It seemed that it would not be long before it really took shape!

It was also at this time that in the Wanfa pavilion where Wang Baole was located, in front of it, the figure of Ming kunzi quietly turned out. His eyes were soft, and he looked at Wang Baole kindly. After his body turned out, it was not clear, but a little vague, just like his fingers and palms that Wang Baole saw at the beginning. Now, the dissipation of Ming kunzi has spread all over his body.

But even so, he still raised his hand and pointed to Wang Baole's eyebrows!

At the moment when the finger fell, Wang Baole's body shook strongly, and there was a thundering noise. The Dan that was about to take shape in his body accelerated at this moment, and almost in the blink of an eye, it completely changed its shape and became... Ming Dan!!

At the moment when the hell pill was formed, a breath belonging to the jiedan realm directly burst out of Wang Baole's body. Between the diffusion of the breath, Wang Baole's eyes suddenly opened.

He breathed quickly, and his eyes opened, revealing a daze. At this moment, the federal memory that he thought was a dream reappeared in his mind. At the same time, he also thought of himself in the federal dream. After being chased by the three alien monks, he entered the Martian Pluto, entered the cave of the underground city, and sat on a black boat

He even remembered that before he fell asleep, there seemed to be an old familiar voice in his ear. There were only two words in that voice

"Dark dream..."

Wangbaole was silent. After a while, he raised his head and looked at the master Ming kunzi who appeared in front of him.

"Master... I..." Wang Baole murmured, and before the words were finished, he noticed that the master's body was now mostly blurred and seemed to dissipate, and with his words, it dissipated faster.

All this shocked Wang Baole. Before, he was just ignorant of this scene, but now... His heart has faintly realized that... Everything here is also a dream.

This is an unspeakable feeling, as if he was sleeping and knew that he was dreaming. At this moment, the method of dark dream also came to his mind. After confirming it one by one, he seemed to have an answer.

But there was still too much confusion and bewilderment. In his heart, there was a little silence. Wang Baole got up, hugged his fist to Ming kunzi, and bowed deeply!

"Qian..." Wang Baole paused just after saying a word, then he became silent and took a deep breath. When he spoke again, his title had changed.

"Master!"