Ming Dynasty Emperor System

"I can understand it. After all, anyone who sees such a divine object of heaven and earth will probably be unable to restrain the impulse in his heart and be affected by it." Zhu Houzhao shrugged, waved his hand gently, and threw out a piece of spiritual light for the jade tripod. After curing the injury, he said:

"The reason why I am lifting your restraints is to make it easier for you to understand the Tower of Floating Worlds, which will also be helpful to your improvement of realm. At the same time, I also hope that you can do me a favor. The destiny is still not perfect. , I still need your precious blessing!"

Hearing this, Yuding took out an exquisite token from the sea of ​​consciousness without saying a word, and handed it to Zhu Houzhao's hands very happily, "It is my honor to be able to contribute to such a divine object, and to witness the perfect destiny with my own eyes. The birth of the baby is a worthwhile trip!"

The token is only the size of an adult's palm. There is a raised character 'Zhun' on the front and a sunken character 'Ti' on the back. The whole body exudes a hazy light, the aura is vague and inconspicuous, and it looks inconspicuous.

"It's comfortable talking to smart people."

Zhu Houzhao smiled and held the token in his hand, walked straight to the Fusheng Wanjie Tower, and pressed the token down. The moment the token came into contact with the Fusheng Wanjie Tower, it instantly disintegrated into a ball of smoke, flowing and fluctuating. In the meantime, he got into the tower.

The runes engraved on each layer suddenly changed, and strange lines appeared on the surface of the runes, adding a sense of solidity.

A strange aura spread in the field. The fusion of the token and the Floating Worlds Tower seemed to be communicating between the original things, and the majestic pressure swept the entire place!

Everyone in the field was shocked and looked awe-inspiring.

Zhu Houzhao turned around, stared at the solemn Jade Cauldron and said:

"Don't you...don't want to ask something? For example...where do I come from? What purpose do I want to achieve by working so hard to build this Tower of Floating Worlds?"

"It's not necessary." Yuding replied in a deep voice, "I don't need to know who you are, I just need to understand that you are a great changer! And there is no big conflict of interest between us. I am happy to Help you accomplish the feat of changing the pattern of the Three Realms!"

The powerful immortals who were imprisoned in the field all showed incomprehensible expressions at this moment. One moment they stared at the floating world tower emitting nine colors of divine light, and the other moment they looked at Zhu Houzhao and Yuding Er. People's eyes are full of doubts.

Judging from Yuding's tone, it seems that he wants to cooperate with this mysterious guy?

Zhu Houzhao patted Yuding's shoulder, smiled and said nothing, turned around and concentrated on tinkering with the Tower of the World of Floating Life.

The state of the Floating Worlds Tower at the moment is very mysterious. The tower is filled with the power of luck, and the nine runes are shining with their own light. The surrounding space seems to be in a state of being torn apart all the time. It looks strangely twisted.

"It's still not enough..." Zhu Houzhao murmured.

He placed his hands on the top of the tower, and the energy of chaos surged out of his hands and poured into the tower, causing ripples to appear throughout the tower.

Bang - a sound like the space breaking.

The nine runes suddenly buzzed, and the various divine lights flickered on and off. The lines on them were flowing, gradually revealing a trace of chaos, and the power of luck that was pulsating around them suddenly became restless.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Houzhao immediately stopped instilling, withdrew his hand, and stared at the Fusheng Wanjie Tower with a pair of clear eyes, stroking his chin and thinking.

The powerful immortals in the field did not dare to breathe. They also locked their gazes on the Tower of Floating Worlds. As the nine-color divine light on it flickered on and off, their pupils were also swinging up and down. Everyone is quietly waiting for Zhu Houzhao's next chapter.

After a long time, Zhu Houzhao moved. He suddenly leaned down, stretched out his right hand to grab Sun Wukong's headless body, and bent his left hand backwards. Powerful and violent energy condensed in the palm of his hand, and he fiercely moved toward the hole in the chest of the headless body. The ground was bombarded!

bang——

Under Zhu Houzhao's palm, Sun Wukong's immortal body was broken open like fragile tofu in an instant. The violent energy penetrated into the remaining body and wreaked wanton destruction in every corner.

Zhu Houzhao made a secret with his left hand, and sprayed out a ball of divine fire from his mouth, which bombarded Sun Wukong's headless body. As soon as the divine light touched the body, it immediately spread and turned into raging flames, covering the body. .

Strangely, the fire did not have much effect on Sun Wukong's headless body. It could not even ignite the strands of monkey hair outside the body. The divine fire was raging and tumbling, more like it was tempering the body.

Suddenly, the legs of the headless body moved slightly, and then the entire body trembled violently!

Zhu Houzhao's expression was as usual. The seal in his left hand changed, and a strong pressure arose throughout his body. The trembling frequency of the headless body suddenly slowed down, but there was still an aura of restlessness!

It seems that... the unyielding spiritual thoughts left behind by Youdao are still in the broken body, fighting against the violent energy raging in the body, struggling desperately under the tempering of the divine fire!

"what!!!"

An earth-shattering roar suddenly sounded.

At the moment when the roar sounded, all the powerful immortals present had expressions of surprise on their faces, and they all used their spiritual consciousness to communicate with each other:

"Did I hear it correctly? Isn't this the voice of Sun Wukong?!"

"Don't think about it, this is definitely the roaring monkey! His voice is like the stench of the plague god. Once you smell it once, you will never forget it after millions of years!"

"But wasn't he killed by this mysterious man? This body is still in front of us. He is completely dead! How could he speak again?"

"Could it be that...the nameless divine fire sacrificed by this mysterious man is a vicious Taoist technique specially used to refine puppets? He wants to refine Sun Wukong into an unconscious Taoist puppet?"

"It can't be so terrifying... His strength is already so unfathomable, why does he still need a mutilated Dao puppet?"

"Who knows! Every move he makes is so weird, like a madman possessed by a madman. Maybe he wants to whip the corpse on a whim!"

"..."

The guesses of the great masters in the immortal world became more and more biased, and the unyielding roar erupting from Sun Wukong's headless body gradually became clearer.

Zhu Houzhao ignored these hairy gods. He stretched out his left hand and pressed it on the hollow in the chest of the broken body. While instilling the original power of yin and yang into it, he squinted and murmured with a complex expression:

"Sun Houhou, if you want to die, just die cleanly. Why do you have to leave a incomplete spiritual thought inside... Alas, these are all useless efforts."