Ming Dynasty Emperor System

"That's it." The Taoist clone glanced at Xiao Martial God, with some indescribable meaning in his eyes, "This thing is temporarily in my custody. After clearing the cliff tower, I will return it to you. Don't ask for more." Heart."

"My Lord is keeping it for safekeeping, how dare my subordinates be so suspicious." Xiao Wushen nodded in praise.

The yellow sand teases the sun, and everything is done here.

The Dao realm clone raised his hand and shot out a divine light, piercing the sky.

Above the boundless sky, a wave of light swirled down and landed in front of the three people.

When it condenses, it is a ladder to the sky!

The Taoist clone took the lead in climbing up the ladder with his hands behind his back, followed closely by Little Martial God, and Master Wuchao stepped forward.

The three of them followed this psychedelic staircase to the fourth floor.

The desert scenery was no longer there, and the sound of howling sand that kept echoing in my ears finally stopped at this moment.

The light in front of them gradually disappeared, and a dark world appeared in front of the three people.

The ground is a grid of black and white squares criss-crossing each other, and huge sky-high military chariots stand on top of the sculptures, facing each other one by one, as if two armies are confronting each other.

In the middle is a deep ravine with wild currents flowing underneath it, like a canyon.

"Chess board?" The Taoist clone traced the memory of Zhu Houzhao's body, and the scattered fragments of his past and present lives came to mind one by one. The scene in front of him made him feel familiar yet unfamiliar, "No...it's like Go, look carefully. It’s even more different.”

This world seemed to be still, dark and devoid of light. Only the rushing river water in the ravine occasionally cast a phosphorescent light, briefly illuminating the huge sculptures on the chessboard, reflecting the sharp outlines of their faces.

Wooden statue!

"Interesting, who has such leisure and leisure to carve out so many handsome soldiers and generals?"

Although the Dao Realm clone had already deduced the rough outline of the first seven floors of the Cliff Tower, the scenery he saw with his own eyes also made him feel as if he was actually there.

Xiao Wushen looked as usual and did not show much reaction. After all, he had been here once and had seen surprising things once. The strong shock of first acquaintance was also deducted a lot.

Master Wuchao watched it with great interest.

His realm strength is the lowest, but he can feel more clearly than the little Martial God and the Tao realm clones that these huge statues are exuding rich vitality and pressure comparable to the Daluo Golden Immortal level all the time.

"The person who can create such a big scene is probably a semi-saint at least." Master Wuchao turned to look at Xiao Wushen and asked: "Starting from the fourth level, the gatekeepers are already so powerful. Is that so? Isn’t the eighth floor a saint? How to break it?"

These half-joking words reached Xiao Wushen's ears, but they made him laugh uncontrollably. There was also a hint of joking in the eyes he and Master Wuchao looked at.

"How is it possible? If the eighth floor is really a saint guarding the gate, then what a waste of time we have. Either we will kill ourselves here, or we will occupy the first floor and slowly wait to die alone!"

The little Martial God couldn't stop laughing, shook his head, and then looked towards the center where the two armies and carriages were facing each other.

The canyon where the rapid river flows is covered by a layer of hazy clouds. Against the dim light, a figure is faintly revealed.

"The gatekeeper on this level is a great guy." Xiao Wushen said with nostalgia on his face. At the same time, the look in his eyes also changed a little. During the repair, he added helplessly: "At the same time He is also a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death."

"Aren't you afraid of death in this world?" the Dao realm clone interjected abruptly, and he gave a rare smile. Although it looked very stiff, at least it was enough to show laughter. He continued to face the little Martial God. said:

"It is shameful to escape or live an ignoble existence, but it is also irresponsible and extremely stupid to desecrate one's life at will. If you want to die a proper death, it would be too difficult. Who would not live if death can be avoided? Woolen cloth?"

Xiao Wushen was startled, and the figure of a pretty girl flashed in his mind. His expression suddenly became depressed, and the smile that raised at the corner of his mouth gradually faded, and finally turned into bitterness.

"I do want to die." Xiao Wushen said with a bitter smile, "It's just that there are too many threads wrapped around my body, so many that I can't even count them. I think, even if I die, I must at least let myself After death, let go of the constraints and worries, and be more relaxed!"

Upon hearing this, the Dao realm clone stared at the little Martial God for a long time.

The billions of stars in his eyes cast a harsh light, making the face of the little Martial God extremely humble. However, under the shadow-covered eyes of the little Martial God, the unwillingness to give up life without regrets was reflected. .

That is definitely something that Tao Realm clones and even Zhu Houzhao's true body will never have.

Realm cultivation is the basic standard for measuring combat strength, but one's mental outlook and belief pursuit can affect the hysterical explosiveness in desperate situations.

Because of the inexplicable disappearance of the Emperor of Heaven system, Zhu Houzhao had no backing or any external help, so he had to work step by step and use any means.

And it's not that he has never experienced difficult situations, but every time he falls into such a situation, he always relies on his backup plan and his extremely sensitive sense of danger to finally survive.

And what about Little Valkyrie?

The supreme mystery hidden in his body, the mysterious things sealed in his memory, his extremely mysterious origin... all of these can be said to be the basis for his stubbornness and perseverance.

He was very lucky, so lucky that even Zhu Houzhao was not willing to kill him. He spent a lot of effort and complicated methods to recruit him as a subordinate and use him as a key figure in the big plan.

This is not like the previous little tiger demon Mingsha, but it comes from some fragile emotion or compassion hidden deep in his heart or the source of his soul.

This is truly motivated by interests.

His value, in Zhu Houzhao's opinion, is infinite!

It is the same at this moment.

The Dao Realm clones didn't need any further prompting. Little Martial God had already soared into the sky with Master Wuchao, flying over huge statues, criss-crossing in the extremely wide shadows, and straight to the ravine.

The mysterious place obscured by hazy clouds and dim light had an obvious reaction due to the arrival of the two men.

Under the gaze of two pairs of blazing eyes, the shadow suddenly distorted, first a glimmer of light flashed out, and then the light penetrated densely through the shadow.

It wasn't until the space was completely unobstructed that the brightness of the light seemed to dim.

A young man with a handsome face appeared in front of Xiao Wushen and Master Wuchao, riding a wooden machine called Yunhe.

The expression on the young man's face was extremely calm, and he did not feel the slightest bit surprised at the intrusion of outsiders.