Ming Dynasty Emperor System

There are eight layers of cliffs, a stretch of Gobi.

A group of six people followed the footprints that extended to the ancient times and moved forward step by step.

When they reached the middle level, everyone saw a huge outline covering the sky.

It was a building covered in blood. Five of the six people present felt familiar with it.

The only one who didn't understand the situation was naturally the Nine Heavens Xuannv.

When the team arrived at the foot of the majestic building, ancient runes flying all over the sky appeared.

Yes, another bloody altar.

Unlike any previous one, there is no giant sword holding the sky, and there is no martyr kneeling in the center.

Some are just thrones on a bloody dome, hidden among countless ancient runes.

Jiutian Xuannv was shocked by the strange scene in front of her and did not dare to speak nonsense. She had to approach Yang Jian, tugged on the corner of his clothes, and whispered:

"Why is this altar so weird?"

Yang Jian shook his head and said nothing, turning his gaze to the person he admired most.

That was standing at the front, a lone figure in white clothes.

Synonymous with Zhu Houzhao, Tao realm clone!

But when he waved his hand and swept away, the original Tao power came out in full force.

The ancient runes all over the sky spread out immediately, revealing the throne, as if a figure from eternity had been sitting there.

He was an old man who was dying.

When the unfamiliar breath hit his face, he opened his eyes, but the world suddenly became dark.

A ray of light penetrated the barrier between the two generations and descended directly on this team.

After seeing the appearance of the old man clearly, the expressions of Xiao Wushen and Patriarch Bodhi suddenly changed:

"Jiang Shenmie!"

"Grandpa Jiang!"

The sky and the earth open and close, and there is no sky or sun.

That round of brilliant light slowly retracted, and the heaven and earth returned to their original colors.

But the wrinkled eyelids slowly closed, and the old man slowly stood up.

No energy fluctuations were seen around him, but he was able to float in the sky and earth on his own.

The sleeves of his whole body were fluttering in the wind, and he walked lightly.

He then slowly fell from the bloody dome and landed quietly in front of everyone.

He spoke, and the bloody altar trembled:

"Long time no see, Bodhisattva, little Martial God."

The two people who were named were in a trance.

During this time, they were unable to speak, as if something was stuck in their throats.

His eyes were filled with tears, and there was deep confusion and longing hidden in them.

"Do you know each other?" Master Wuchao muttered.

The Taoist clone waved his hand and wrote lightly:

"The dead should return to their homeland, why should they struggle so hard and cause grief to their deceased friends?"

The octogenarian kept his eyes closed, and just smiled faintly at the Taoist clone's ridicule.

Patriarch Bodhi came back to his senses, sighed quietly, and explained to everyone:

"He is Jiang Shenmie, the leader of the ten demon gods and the strongest person in the first generation."

Xiao Wushen felt that the corners of his mouth were dry and his heart was surging. He couldn't help but take a step forward and asked in a harsh voice:

"Grandpa Jiang, you should be annihilated in the infinite calamity. Why do you appear in this holy place and become a martyr?"

The old man seemed to be moved when he heard the words, but in the end he took a sip and did not answer.

Xiao Wushen seemed very excited, took another step, approached and asked:

"Why have you been here in this cliff tower for countless years, but you still refuse to see me?

Why do you want to isolate the atmosphere and prevent me from exploring the secrets of the last floor of the tower?

Why do you let me sink to this day, suffering in pain and loneliness?

Why!Grandpa Jiang, my mentor, my enlightener, please tell me, what is the reason for all this? ! "

By the middle of the story, Xiao Wushen was already in tears.

These sentences are heartfelt and hoarse, and they are shouted from the heart, the soul, and the voice.

This question spans two generations and is filled with tears.

When Yang Jian and Master Wuchao saw the little Martial God and the old man getting closer and closer, they both frowned and wanted to step forward to help.

But Patriarch Bodhi suddenly stretched out his hand, blocked the way, and gently shook his head at the two of them, his eyes full of melancholy.

After saying this, the octogenarian suddenly looked up at the sky. His thin body was like the shadow under the moon, cold and sad.

He finally sighed, and the breath containing countless sorrows surged out from the withered skin.

This transcends the loneliness of eternity, this indescribable helplessness.

Everything turned into turbid air, rose up to the bloody dome, and merged into the sea of ​​runes flying in the sky.

The throne was shattered, like a vast heart that had experienced vicissitudes of life, turning into little stars and blending into the storm of time and space.

He raised his hand.

Like the first generation countless years ago, like the first time they met, like the coming-of-age ceremony that year.

The arrogant and powerful man of the world bestowed upon a humble young man the gift of being his only disciple.

The dry palms gently covered the little Martial God's head, whirling, and the hoarse voice of the octogenarian came out faintly:

"No need to say more, kill me and you will know everything."

After speaking, he used force in his hands to push the little Martial God hundreds of feet away.

He also drifted back and came to the bloody altar, isolated with his hands behind his back and his eyes always closed.

Xiao Wushen was caught by Yang Jian and Master Wuchao together.

But the powerful impact that followed caused the three of them to plow a long and deep ravine on the ground.

Xiao Wushen came back to his senses and looked excited. He stood up again and wanted to go forward to find the octogenarian.

But the Dao realm clone came over in an instant, slapped him hard, and shouted solemnly:

"Are you deaf or a fool? Could it be that you can't understand what your master is saying?!"

Little Martial God was shocked, the raging fire in his heart was extinguished, his eyes slowly dimmed, and he said bitterly:

"My lord, my subordinates know their mistakes."

The Dao Realm clone waved his sleeves and said decisively:

"You go and watch the battle, I'll be here."

After speaking, he immediately flew out and collided face to face with the old man.

Between heaven and earth, a majestic and sacred aura swept across the entire place.

Like a mountain earthquake, the bloody altar trembled crazily.

Ancestor Bodhi took the lead and led the four people who were in a daze away from the battlefield and watched quietly at the edge of the bloody altar.

But when he saw the octogenarian roaring loudly, the ancient runes flying all over the sky on the bloody dome stopped immediately.

The next moment, the sea of ​​runes symbolizing the power of heaven poured into his body like lightning.

The divine light shone, and the endless power of heaven surrounded him like a rainbow, streaking through star trails one after another.

In the eyes of the Dao realm clone, billions of stars perished and were born, and the cycle continued, and the aura climbed to the top of the semi-saint.

The original Tao power surged out from his sleeves and attacked the octogenarian at a very fast speed.

Seeing this, the old man raised his hand and struck the sky with his palm, and said softly:

"mega."

In an instant, the bloody altar bloomed with dazzling blood, and all the energy in the world was integrated into this ordinary palm.

The overwhelming original power of Tao was annihilated into ashes at the same time as the word "sign" sounded.

When he took out his palm, he saw the vast void in the sky instantly shattering before his eyes!