Ming Dynasty Emperor System

"It is extremely unwise to fight them, because they are immortal beings. As long as the way of heaven still exists, they can be reborn indefinitely. Their attack methods are also extremely destructive. Once they are attacked, their souls will be damaged at least. Or else the soul will perish forever.”

"In short, when you see a martyr, just run away. Strictly speaking, even if I meet a martyr, I have to take a detour, because once I see one martyr, thousands of them will follow. Otherwise, even a semi-saint cannot withstand the siege."

The Taoist clone nodded in time. Only then did Yang Jian and Master Wuchao understand how terrifying the guy kneeling in the center of the bloody altar was, but at the same time, a question also emerged in their minds - "Is it still alive?" ?”

The Taoist clone noticed where the two men were looking. On the miserable land covered with snow and ice, the kneeling corpse was like a beam of light in the night sky, extremely bright.

He is incompatible with the surrounding ice and snow sky, and everything is isolated from him. He seems to be a special existence independent of time and space, not affected by anything, just kneeling silently under the dome, as if he has existed for countless years, extremely lonely. .

"He's not dead yet." The Dao realm clone said coldly.

As soon as these words came out, Yang Jian and Master Wuchao both trembled and locked up, looking on guard only after entering the battle.

"But don't worry too much. His current state is almost dead. As long as you don't take the initiative to provoke him, he will kneel there forever and will not attack you, let alone pose a threat to you." The Dao realm clone added.

Yang Jian and Master Wuchao immediately felt relieved, and the former even complained loudly that the Taoist clone didn't finish his sentence directly, which made him so nervous.

It was very rare that they saw a slightly meaningful smile slowly rise at the corner of the Dao Realm clone's mouth, and the figure of the martyr disappeared in his eyes, replaced by the eternal billions of stars, which flashed through the ups and downs. One blurry image after another.

Through memory sharing with Zhu Houzhao, he recalled some interesting things.

The memory goes back to when Zhu Houzhao collaborated with Sun Wukong to attack the heaven. The Queen Mother set up an illusionary realm to trap Sun Wukong in it and endure the catastrophic test of seven emotions and six desires.

In the small world of Fear, at the end of the boundless desert, there is an ancient blood-colored altar that blocks out the sky and the sun. Just like the blood-colored altar that exists in the Tiandao Temple, there is also a martyr in the center. .

The difference is that the martyr is still alive and has a certain level of sanity. He is able to communicate with Sun Wukong and even made a deal with the Queen Mother through some kind of connection.

The final result is that the martyr helped Sun Wukong successfully survive the test of the small world of fear, allowing him to overcome obstacles and defeat the Queen Mother's vicious plan in the subsequent Six Desires Killing Tribulation, allowing him to survive the backlash of the illusory realm. Down, the smoke disappeared.

Sun Wukong helped the martyr break his imprisonment, allowing him to escape from the countless years of imprisonment at the Blood Altar and become an independent existence.

Where the bloody altar comes from, the Taoist clone can naturally understand it in his heart, but the secret is related to the way of heaven and the bloodshed of the previous generation, so he and his original body Zhu Houzhao are deeply afraid of it.

The martyr was actually a special existence. His original form was between entity and illusion. Therefore, after becoming a martyr, he did not lose his soul. He was just enslaved by the law of heaven and his body was imprisoned for eternity. Among the bloody altars.

His departure was deliberate by Zhu Houzhao, perhaps out of guilt or an unknown expectation. He let the martyr take away a ray of Sun Wukong's remnant soul and go to an unknown destination, but the end point was already Zhu Houzhao. Watched.

In this secret realm of heaven and earth, perhaps the Tao realm clone can replace Zhu Houzhao and find the final answer.

As his mind was racing, the white light erupting from the portal became more and more dazzling, creating a blinding effect with the cold reflected white light in the ice and snow.

Yang Jian and Master Wuchao had to cast spells to cover their eyes with the power of immortality, so as to avoid losing their eyesight. But not long after, the white light and the ice and snow interacted with each other. As they continued to grow, It will definitely burn their eyes.

Seeing this, the Dao realm clone finally broke away from the memories. After sighing faintly, he walked into the teleportation portal without saying a word. In an instant, his body disappeared into it and disappeared. The iconic chaos The breath also stopped suddenly.

As if blocked by something powerful, the breath of the Dao Realm clone completely disappeared in this space. The Tiandao Palace suddenly trembled, and countless ice and snow fragments shook down. The ice also moved slightly.

"We can't delay any longer, let's go." Ancestor Bodhi ordered, and then he stepped into the teleportation portal.

At the last moment when Patriarch Bodhi's body was about to disappear and completely disappear into the teleportation portal, a token with a three-color light ball engraved on it flew out of the teleportation portal at a speed that Master Wuchao could not detect. It slipped into Yang Jian's hand.

The extremely solemn words exploded in Yang Jian's ears like rolling thunder:

"If you encounter a life or death threat, crush him immediately, and my master will come to your side and rescue you."

The words came to an abrupt end, and Patriarch Bodhi had disappeared into the teleportation portal and disappeared in this world.

Yang Jian clutched the token tightly, and waves of warmth surged through his body. The remaining grudge against Patriarch Bodhi in his heart turned into nothingness at this moment and ceased to exist.

"So what if he is Master Yuding, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals? So what if he is Patriarch Bodhi with unparalleled supernatural powers and mysterious origins? I only know that he is my master, and that is enough."

The confusion in Yang Jian's eyes disappeared, replaced by irreversible determination. He carefully put the token into his arms, kept it close to his body, raised his head, and walked towards the teleportation portal step by step.

"Yang Jian." Master Wuchao suddenly shouted.

Yang Jian suddenly turned around and saw the hesitant and worried face of Master Wuchao.

"Be careful and take care."

"I will, and so will you."

The God of War of the Three Realms, who has always been known for his ruthlessness, now smiles sincerely again after a hundred years.

Yang Jian didn't look back, waved his hand coolly, and then disappeared into the teleportation portal.

Master Wuchao looked at the snowy scene in front of him and sighed sadly, stepping into the unknown secret realm of heaven.

In the Temple of Heavenly Dao, there was only a scene of ice and snow, with everything frozen.

Deadly, a little desolate.

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