Ming Dynasty Emperor System

The Dao Realm clone didn't take notice of the anger gushing out of the martyr's eyes.

"Stop struggling fearlessly. You should understand that you have no room for resistance in front of me."

The Taoist clone tilted his head and looked at the martyr's face. In the middle of his eyebrows, there was a large piece of simple rune shape. It was the wound left by the Taoist clone depriving him of the mantra of heaven.

The martyr was in such a bad state at the moment. Although he knew that his strength, realm, and even his understanding of the rules of heaven were far inferior to those of his Tao realm clone, he still struggled regardless, using all his strength, To confront the Dao realm clone.

"You still don't understand what I mean..." The Dao realm clone shook his head and said with a mocking face: "Even if you try a thousand or ten thousand times, you will never be able to break free from the oppression and imprisonment of the semi-saint level. You are no longer the all-powerful little warrior god you used to be, wake up."

"Since you gave up everything, escaped from the world-destroying battle, chose to surrender to the way of heaven, and became a slave to the vast world, you no longer have the power you once had. Now you are just garbage! Just a useless waste!"

The Taoist clone's words, mercilessly, reached the ears of the martyr, but they made him tremble all over. He finally gave up the resistance and collapsed on the ground with his eyes blank, as if he had lost everything. All motivation is gone.

Seeing this, the Taoist clone grabbed his hair again, pulled him up, and roared viciously:

"Do you still want to be so decadent?! I have cut off the shackles of heaven for you. From now on, you will no longer be restrained and have become a free man. Don't you want to redeem your past? , is it the result of lifelong regret caused by wrong decisions?"

The martyr's eyes were distracted. Facing the golden light shining in the Taoist clone's eyes and the undulating billions of stars, a self-deprecating smile slowly appeared on his lips.

"You still love Cheng Ping, right?" The Taoist clone narrowed his eyes and said calmly.

"So what... it's all over, the bottle is no more, I'm heartbroken."

The martyr no longer had the same impulsiveness as before. After accepting the situation that he was unable to escape from, he chose to be decadent. Just like what he had escaped countless years ago, he was decadent and continued to be decadent until he completely lost himself. , became a living dead.

Suddenly, the Taoist clone came close to the martyr's face, and the millions of stars in his eyes disappeared into powder. The dark light in the sky flashed, forming the face of a pretty girl, and the words spewed out from his mouth word by word. , like a magic sound full of temptation:

"If I tell you that I can resurrect Cheng Ping, will you surrender to me?"

When the martyr heard the words, his eyes opened angrily, and the agitated and powerful power lingered in this space and time. He actually broke through a trace of the semi-saint's oppression and imprisonment. His eyes were no longer distracted. At this moment , he gained unprecedented clarity.

"How sure are you?" The martyr's voice trembled, and his tone was rare and gentle.

"Ten percent." Zhu Houzhao let go of the martyr's hair and opened his hands to count the numbers. His sinister expression revealed an arrogant self-confidence, as if everything in the world was under his control. In the palm of his hand, everything goes smoothly.

The martyr's expression instantly became excited, and he even ignored the situation at hand, climbed up, pulled the sleeves of the Taoist clone, and asked frantically:

"Ping'er's seven souls and six souls were all destroyed in an infinite calamity. They were separated by a generation. How could you have such great magical power to resurrect her? How can you do what even the saints can't do? ? What is your basis? What is your method? Tell me, tell me quickly!"

The seven-color brilliance of the Dao Realm clone bloomed all over, and the powerful pressure of the semi-saint level turned into an invisible impact, instantly knocking Martyr away. Just when it was about to hit the layers of dark clouds above the sky, the Dao Realm clone raised his hand and fished it out. He captured the martyr before him.

"A mere ant dares to do such an act of transgression in front of me? What qualifications do you have to question me now?" The Taoist clone's gloomy eyes revealed a murderous intent, and he grabbed the martyr's hand. He pulled his hair in front of him and said word by word:

"Be clear about your identity. I can tell you the details of resurrecting Cheng Ping as much as I like. If you don't tell me, what will you do if you take it away from me?"

The martyr looked stunned, as if he had thought of something. With a plop, he fell to his knees and shouted with a pleading look on his face:

"Please, I beg you! As long as you can save Ping'er, I can do whatever you want! Yes, yes! Didn't you say before that as long as I surrender to you, you will resurrect Ping'er for me? ?I promise you! I promise you everything! Please..."

"That's enough." The Taoist clone interrupted the martyr's cry, with a hint of disappointment on his face, but he quickly covered it up with his suddenness.

Seven-colored rays of light illuminated the space that had been enveloped in darkness. The Taoist clone stared at the martyr for a long time. Amid the martyr's miserable and humiliating cry, the Taoist clone let out a long sigh, as if it was for something. Feeling sorry.

"I thought that as long as I cut off the shackles of heaven for you, you would be able to turn back into the little warrior god who was fearless in the first generation, but I really didn't expect that you would sink to death for a mere woman. So far, even if there is no restraint, it is still the same."

The Taoist clone kept shaking his head and sighing, looking at the martyr's stunned face. He couldn't help raising his hand, swiping hard at the martyr's face, and slapped him away, and then used the space folding technique. Pull it back.

Fan it and pull it back.

In just five breaths, the Dao realm clone repeated this action hundreds of times.The movement was so fast that it even brought up illusory afterimages in the air, which was dazzling and overwhelming.

It wasn't until the martyr's face became deformed, his flesh and blood blurred, and he was dying that the Dao Realm clone stopped moving, held the martyr in front of him, and waited for him to catch his breath.

In the process of frantically committing violence, the Taoist clone discovered something special about the martyr. No matter how hard he exerted himself, even the semi-saint-level mana in his palm could not shake the martyr's body away.

The physical strength of the martyr is astonishingly strong, only slightly inferior to Zhu Houzhao, the body that controls the Tao realm clone.

The only fly in the ointment is that the martyr's self-healing ability is pitiful. After a long time, the injury on the martyr's face still shows no sign of improvement, and the martyr himself seems to have given up on this idea. Not even called.