Ming Dynasty Emperor System

The process of refining the soul with resentment is very troublesome, and the recipient will also have to endure unimaginable pain.

All kinds of torture are imposed on the body, and if the will is not firm, the soul will inevitably be drowned in endless resentment and find it difficult to extricate itself.

However, falling into the abyss is not terrible. What is terrible is... dying with regret and unwillingness with weak and humble strength.

A bead of sweat fell from the martyr's forehead, and the turbid colorless liquid reflected his strange expression that was a combination of twisted ferociousness and solemnity.

Was he reacting to the severe pain that hit him like a tide deep in his soul?

No...he was feeling sad because of his powerlessness!

When anger and unwillingness intertwine in the heart, an emotion called violence will arise spontaneously.

If he wants to prevent his own will from being controlled by others, if he wants to prevent his self-esteem from being trampled on by others, and if he wants to achieve everything he wants, he still needs to do not enough, at least all the unintended karma he is currently suffering is not enough. Let him have the qualifications to escape from humbleness.

Only by unscrupulously improving one's strength, eliminating all intangible things inside and outside the body, sublimating one's Taoist heart to an ethereal realm, abandoning all tangible things, and achieving the goal of "being alone" and not stained by dust, can one do it. Climb the Holy Path.

"Little Martial God!" the Dao realm clone suddenly shouted.

The sound is like a bell, like the roar of the avenue, echoing deep in the souls of the martyrs.

The martyr, or the little Martial God, suddenly opened his eyes. The bright golden light in his eyes flickered on and off, and there was a faint nebula floating in it.

There is dust deep in the clouds, and there is life in the dust.

"Who called me?!" Little Martial God stood up, his aura rising to its peak, and the pressure of the Hunyuan True Immortal and False Half-Saint level swept over the entire place instantly like a violent sea wave!

Master Wuchao frowned, and used all the power of chaos in his body, combined with the protective divine light of the colorful killing heart, to offset this coercion.

But looking at his extremely solemn expression and his slightly trembling hands, you can tell how difficult it is for him to deal with the invisible attack of the little Martial God at this moment.

After that shocking shout awakened the little Martial God from the state of meditating and following the soul, the demonic sound that filled the space suddenly stopped. The Taoist clone removed the seal in his hand and turned to raise his right hand high He raised it high and gave the little Martial God a firm grip.

"Um?!"

The little Martial God trembled all over, his sword eyebrows suddenly stood up, and he fiercely gouged the Dao Realm clone. He felt an invisible force, with irresistible power, trying to take away all his seven souls and six souls!

"Shu Zian dares to offend me?"

Like the sound of gold and iron, an extremely low voice trembled from the throat of the little Martial God. The large golden light that was entangled with the dots of light particles suddenly distorted, and then retracted in one after a moment. The little Valkyrie's body.

"Give me -" Little Martial God bent his knees and clenched his fists. His expression was as fierce as a god's anger. His breath suddenly broke through the shackles of the rules of heaven and earth. The barrier of Hunyuan true immortal and pseudo-half-saint was destroyed by his roar. Turned into nothingness: "Broken!!!"

The roar shook the heaven and the earth, reaching directly to the ruthless heaven in the underworld. Even a stranger in the boundless realm was moved by it at this moment.

In an instant, it seemed as if countless stars suddenly exploded, and a lot of majestic energy gathered together and exploded!The blazing golden light aroused by this, like a hurricane that rolled back, exploded instantly, and everything in this space was involved!

"Fuck! This kid is crazy!!!"

Before Master Wuchao could recover, his body was uncontrollably swept into the hurricane of golden light, and his clothes instantly shattered into nothingness. If his body was not protected by the power of chaos and the colorful divine light, he might have been killed. In an instant, he was also covered with bruises.

Even if it is as powerful as the Tao realm clone, it is only in this terrifying golden hurricane that sweeps the world, cutting the space, switching out of control, transforming into chaotic mist and hiding in the void, that it can barely avoid this large-scale inexhaustible. Differential attack.

What is different from Master Wuchao's performance is that the Dao Realm clone is in the void at this moment, letting out bursts of wild laughter. The billions of stars flowing in his eyes seem to be expanding with the nebula in Xiao Wushen's eyes. He He kept muttering like an obsession:

"Yes! Yes! This is the kind of power I want to see!"

"Little Martial God, this is the little Martial God in the first generation who can fight alone against ten demons and gods without defeat!"

"Quick! Break the second shackles of your self-imposed barriers! Overturn the damn seal that your family has set for you!"

"The power you can exert is far greater than this... cut off all distracting thoughts in your heart and get rid of all shackles!"

"You will become my sharpest spear!"

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Under such an overwhelming and frenzied attack, no one and nothing could survive!

With the little Martial God at the center, the golden light was shining to an extreme, the hurricane was strong, and the criss-crossing sharp energy cut everything, whether it was space or time, in the indestructible edge, everything was chopped into broken residues!

The black light particles wandering in the sky and the earth merge and disappear in the golden light.

The power that symbolized endless resentment could not resist even for a moment, and was immediately defeated. In the end, everything turned into nothingness, as if this turbid and dark hell had been completely destroyed. Purify.

"It's so noisy, it's so noisy!!! Shut up!!!"

The little Martial God held his head and roared one after another, and the golden hurricane between heaven and earth became violent and violent.

The constant murmur of the Dao Realm clone reached Xiao Wushen's ears, like the devil's quiet whisper.

Even if he blocks his senses, the whisper can still penetrate all obstacles and suddenly sound in the depths of his soul, stimulating his reborn soul and the profound memory that has never been erased.

His consciousness became unclear, and familiar and unfamiliar pictures kept flashing through his mind.

The demonic sound reverberating from the depths of his soul, the power of chaos disrupting his will, the backlash of the sharp energy between heaven and earth... the pain caused to him by all of this was not unbearable.

Only the feeling of being constantly eroded by invisible things is the most deadly attack!

This is a process in which broken and distant memories are constantly being reorganized.

It is the inner demon of Xiao Wushen and the reason that forces him to escape from reality.

If you dare not face up to everything about yourself, how can you talk about sublimation and sanctification?

The steps of refining the soul with resentment have been completed, and all that remains is for Xiao Wushen to get rid of distracting thoughts and abandon all desires.

The reason why the Dao Realm clone has to spend so much effort to dig out and awaken the memories that have been sealed in Xiao Martial God's body for countless years.

The reason is to let Xiao Wushen experience the past again and let him find out who planted the thing that sealed him.

Fight poison with poison, or kill someone to kill your heart!