Ming Dynasty Emperor System

Xiao Wushen's pupils were dilated and his eyes were dull, as if his soul had been taken away.

Hearing the Dao Realm clone's inquiry, he seemed to be possessed by a demon and said slowly and numbly:

"Destroy all the martyrs in Zuyuan, jump off the cliff, find the foundations of the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine pillars of heaven, destroy them, cause the water in the sea of ​​all realms to reverse current, capsize ships, and disorder the laws of heaven. From this, you can take advantage of the weakness Enter and summon the holy realm."

After hearing this, the Dao realm clone looked ecstatic, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

The majestic and solid energy of chaos burst out from the body, and dazzling seven-color brilliance bloomed from the center of the eyebrows.

The whole world is dyed with gorgeous and blurry colors.

"Well done, little Martial God!" The Taoist clone's mouth was filled with a smile.

He casually lifted the little Martial God in front of him and brought his face forward, their eyebrows facing each other.

The invisible power of the soul is undergoing transfer and transformation in the dark.

Mutation!

I saw an extremely sharp golden light coming out of Xiao Wushen's body.

The dazzling golden light reflected on the body of the Dao realm clone.

But it cut him all over in an instant, and blood overflowed from the wounds like black and white mist.

Along with the golden glow, black and white mist splashed away from the wounds on the body of the Taoist clone.

Although he was severely injured, the Dao realm clone showed no sign of pain at all.

On the contrary, his expression was as usual, his smile was even brighter, and his connection with Xiao Martial God was becoming more and more mysterious. The light of souls that collided fiercely on their foreheads slowly rose into the sky, converging into a huge two-color light group at the top of their heads.

And when the black and white mist that represents blood is dyed with the layers of chaotic mist and the bright seven-color light, it is like water and milk blend together. The three merge into one and transform into a mysterious inscription of the original avenue.

At the same time, the confusion in Xiao Wushen's eyes gradually faded away, and was replaced by Qingming.

When he discovered the current situation, his face was horrified. Somehow, the connection between himself and the way of heaven was disconnected, but now there was a tendency to connect again.

No, that doesn't seem to be the way of heaven, but it is an existence that looks very much like the way of heaven.

That feeling is as if I have returned to the time when I was enslaved by heaven!

The culprit of all this is clearly the two-color light group above the heads of the little Martial God and the Taoist clone.

At this moment, Xiao Wushen understood everything.

This is a soul transfer ceremony!

Once successful, the soul of the master's Dao realm clone will enslave him just like the previous Heavenly Dao, and he will become the slave of the Dao realm clone. From then on, he can only obey his orders.

With just one thought from the Dao Realm clone, the little Martial God died and was completely destroyed in the world.

From now on, life and death are not up to him, and his life will be firmly held in the palm of his hand by the Tao realm clone.

The Dao realm clone told him to die, and he had to obey!

"Damn, it's all the same virtue! You damn Taoist priest...just like the Heavenly Dao that kills a thousand swords, it's all the same damn virtue!!!"

The little Martial God's face began to distort. He raised his hand and clasped it on the head of the Taoist clone, trying to push it away and interrupt the ongoing soul transfer ceremony.

But no matter how hard he tried, even if he burst out all his energy and poured it into the Dao realm clone's body, he couldn't let it waver even a little bit.

The Dao realm clone was always smiling ferociously, staring at the eyes of the little Martial God. The billions of stars in his eyes were destroyed and reborn, but the golden light in the eyes of the little Martial God disappeared. Dust was seen deep in the clouds, and there was actually slowness in the dust. Broken meteorites are slowly forming on the ground!

"Be quiet, don't you want to resurrect Cheng Ping?" the Taoist clone said word by word.

But at this moment, the little Martial God is in the process of soul transfer, and his consciousness is blurred. He can't hear the threat of the Tao realm clone.

After realizing that his own power was not enough to shake the Tao realm clone, Xiao Wushen took an extreme measure.

I saw the golden light coming from his body fluctuating and twisting.

In an instant, these golden lights gathered and shrank together, and an extremely solid golden light group suddenly appeared.The light was dazzling to the extreme, and the aura flashing within was even more terrifying.

"Oh, it's really troublesome." The Dao realm clone curled his lips, stretched out his hands full of wounds, and stabbed into the little Martial God's ribs, and brilliant golden blood spattered everywhere.

"If you don't stop, don't blame my men for being ruthless!" the Dao realm clone said coldly.

The little Martial God felt a sweet sensation in his throat, and then he couldn't help but spit out blood.

"Traitor, even if I have to pay the price of death, I will die with you!" Xiao Wushen roared sternly.

I saw that he ignored the injuries on his body and endured the severe pain that came like a tide. He made a fist with both hands, spitting out blood and chanting a spell quickly.

When the seal was completed, the little Martial God put his hands together, and the extremely bright golden light exploded with a bang!

Master Wuchao wanted to take action to block the Tao realm clone's attack, but the latter suddenly waved his hand and suppressed Master Wuchao in place, unable to move.

"Okay, okay, I just like your stubborn temper!"

The Dao realm clone smiled ferociously, letting the sharp golden light pierce his skin, penetrate the internal organs in the body, and rampage wildly through it.

As powerful as the Dao realm clone, he also suffered an unparalleled powerful attack at this extremely close distance.

It is inevitable to be traumatized. The Taoist clone is not like Zhu Houzhao's original body, which has an extremely hard and powerful body.

The half-complete Supreme Chaos Real Body is extremely powerful in performing Taoist techniques for Taoist clones and conducting deductions and other auxiliary functions.

But when it comes to physical protection, I'm afraid it's not as good as Yang Jian's eighty-nine mystical skills, which he has elevated to the ultimate level.

When Zhu Houzhao's body created the jade dish to seize the life base and evolve the clone, he did not give the Tao realm clone a hard physical body.

Among them, regarding Sun Wukong's power, he only inherited the innate Hunyuan Qi and the seven-color killing Taoist heart without reservation.

The things inherited by Tao realm clones are all related to innocence. Through the three thousand great principles contained in the jade plate of creation, the original "Tao" power is integrated.

At this moment, he was suffering a fatal blow from the little Martial God who did not hesitate to squeeze the potential in his body and condense all the invisible golden energy.

The physical body was on the verge of collapse in the sharp golden light.

But if the Dao realm clone wants to escape from this state, there are naturally many ways, but every one of them will greatly damage his interests.

Either give up the soul ritual of enslaving the little Martial God, or be buried in this endless terrifying golden light.

If he hesitates, then the Dao realm clone will definitely be torn into thousands of pieces by this sharp aura.

Even though his magic power reaches the sky, he has the power of chaos and the colorful killing Taoist heart, and even the supreme original "Tao" power.

To withstand the attack of such a shocking spell at such a close range will be destroyed by it.

On the line between life and death, there must be a choice.