Ming Dynasty Emperor System

"Trash, you are just a trash! You dare not look directly at your own weakness and cannot face the gap with others. That's why you became like this after witnessing the strength of the adults, the strength of your master, and the impact of many unstoppable forces. He looks like he is about to die!"

Master Wuchao's roars hit Yang Jian's heart one after another, poking his painful feet, unabashedly putting his inner fear on the table, spurring, humiliating, and ridiculing him to his heart's content.

"Oh, yes, I'm just a waste!" Yang Jian got up. Like Master Wuchao, he was suffering from the supreme pressure. The pain hit him like a tide. A feeling of sadness came to his heart. He wiped He wiped out the bloodshot eyes at the corner of his mouth and said with a crazy smile:

"People call me the God of War of the Three Realms. Who knows, with my strength, there are countless people in the heaven who can crush me. What kind of three-pointed and two-edged sword can kill all the demons, and bear the great responsibility of the heavenly military... Hahaha, it's a joke, I am he. Mom is really a joke!!”

"No matter how hard I try, cut off lust, and eliminate humanity, I will never be able to surpass the true emperor. Talents are all fucking talents! Everything is fate. My life, Yang Jian, is not as good as Zhu Houzhao's. That's why I'm here now It would be so unbearable!”

After speaking, Yang Jian forcibly pulled out the Immortal Slayer Sword from his waist, put it on his neck, and pretended to kill himself. Seeing this, Master Wuchao flew forward with quick eyes and hands, took a sudden breath, and snatched it away. The Immortal Killing Sword prevented Yang Jian from committing suicide.

"Death? Can death change the facts?" Master Wuchao looked angry, and his eyes showed a rare concern for others. It was a kind of anger that hates iron but cannot be transformed into steel. After seizing the sword, Yang Jian was completely lost. The will to resist was like a puddle of mud, collapsing again.

"This is not the Yang Jian I know. This is not the Erlang Shen I know! Where is the God of War who is proud of the world and conquers the three realms?" Master Wuchao approached Yang Jian, opening and closing his mouth, spitting out blood, and he fiercely roared:

"Where is the Yang Jian who dared to contradict Yuanshi Tianzun? Where is the demeanor of the God of War who fought against King Zhou's army alone in the Battle of the Gods? That God of War who had the same spirit as Sun Wukong and was full of ambitions Is the True Lord dead!?"

The sound was like bells, like thunder rolling from the sky, exploding in Yang Jian's muddy consciousness. A sense of fear that was more powerful than the half-saint pressure released by the Taoist clone suddenly rose up. Yang Jian felt that his body was cold, and only that The frozen heart was still beating weakly.

Whoosh - the sound is like a violent gust of wind whistling past.

Master Wuchao and Yang Jian went out to see the dome of the bloody altar, and saw the shadow coming out of the portal. At this moment, it also suddenly disappeared from the place. As soon as they turned their eyes, the more than [-] souls of the Heavenly Dao were dead. There, a roar broke out again.

The Taoist clone made a seal with both hands. When the seal was completed, the stars in his eyes died and were born. After repeating the cycle for thousands of times at an extremely fast speed, a burst of strong white light suddenly shot out. Everyone felt dizzy for a while and closed their eyes unconsciously. eyes.

The one who is not affected is, of course, the caster himself - the Taoist clone and the powerful Bodhi Patriarch.In the sight of the latter, the burial place filled with the essence of heaven was distorted in the space, but the blurry shadow from before suddenly appeared.

At the same time, the dazzling white light gradually dimmed. Yang Jian and Master Wuchao also opened their eyes in time, and suddenly discovered countless spherical miniatures hidden in the white light. If you look closely, you can find that it is the Tao Billions of stars in the eyes of the avatar!

"Hehehe..." Yang Jian suddenly started laughing maniacally again.

Master Wuchao felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, but he still shook Yang Jian's voice desperately, and at the same time used words to awaken Yang Jian's consciousness, so that he could not sink his soul through beliefs similar to "suicide" In the midst of demonic confusion.

For a moment, the quarrel between Yang Jian and Master Wuchao in the corner of the bloody altar seemed extremely noisy. Even the Dao realm clone who was in the state of casting spells was affected by the noise at this moment and couldn't help turning his head to check. The situation on the Ichiban duo's side.

After seeing clearly what was wrong with Yang Jian's dazed state, the Dao realm clone sighed, frowned and turned back, continuing to perform the powerful spell.

When the noise became more and more chaotic, almost resounding throughout the entire Tiandao Palace, Patriarch Bodhi finally couldn't bear it any longer. His figure flashed and suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, it was already Arriving next to Yang Jian and Master Wuchao.

He raised his hand with a gloomy look, and with two "pop" sounds, he slapped Yang Jian and Master Wuchao away, and completely released a powerful pressure comparable to that of a semi-saint, knocking them out. The person was so shocked that he vomited blood and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

"This is not a place for you two to run wild!" Ancestor Bodhi's face became increasingly ugly. He controlled the three-color aura to bring Yang Jian and Master Wuchao to him, and scolded in a low voice:

"If anything happens, let's talk after we leave the Tiandao Palace. If Zhu Houzhao's plan is delayed because of you two, I will definitely make you wait to die without a burial place! And you, Yang Jian, there is a limit to your nonsense, it's just a demon in your heart, you Are you really going to sink like this and die?"

As soon as these words came out, the emotional Yang Jian fell silent. The attentive Master Wuchao noticed that there was an unusual fluctuation in the words of Patriarch Bodhi. He had obviously used some kind of magic to make his voice soothing. , the miraculous effect of exorcising inner demons.

Master Wuchao didn't speak. Like Yang Jian, he once again suffered a powerful impact and injury in this short period of time. At this moment, the strength had passed, and the doubled pain came to him like a frenzy, hitting his soul directly.

The taste here is truly indescribable in words.But it can be seen from the extremely depressed and distorted faces of Yang Jian and Master Wuchao.

After Patriarch Bodhi used violence to settle Yang Jian and Master Wuchao, he flew away and moved to the side of the Taoist clone. The three-color spiritual light shrouded the whole body, reflecting each other with the chaotic mist and seven-color brilliance of the Taoist clone.

"How is the progress?" Patriarch Bodhi asked.

"It may take some time, but it shouldn't be too long." The Dao Realm clone replied, while his hands were still turning. The seals were like the afterimages of the Dao, constantly changing, with invisible fluctuations. spread out from his palm.

Ancestor Bodhi watched the Dao Realm clone perform spells, and gained some insights from his wonderful handprints. The ancient and vast aura spread out and floated in all directions. Between heaven and earth, the roaring sound of the avenue continued...