Ming Dynasty Emperor System

A strong black light as black as ink bloomed from the Tower of Floating Worlds, instantly turning the nothingness into a gloomy and lonely land of death. The supreme and majestic aura once again spread throughout the nine heavens and ten lands!

On each outer wall of the tower, the runes imprinted on it burst out with a unique light. The nine characters on the nine layers were clearly - "origin, killing, desire, dao, strength, heart, Zhu, thick, shine!"

At this moment when dark light filled the empty space, the little tiger demon Mingsha's body seemed to have abnormal behavior.

A cry that seemed to have spanned eternity suddenly sounded in the depths of his soul.Not long after, it turned into a mighty heavenly sound that echoed in this empty space, carrying a strong feeling of unwillingness and impacting Zhu Houzhao's soul.

Wisps of mist spread in the field. Zhu Houzhao grabbed the little tiger demon Ming from the distance and held it in front of him. He clasped his neck with one hand and poured his divine power into it. After checking, his eyes Then he shot towards the Tower of Floating Worlds.

"The blood of Xuanming..." The chaotic energy in Zhu Houzhao's eyes was flowing crazily, and he kept deducing the past of the little tiger demon Mingsha. Scenes of scenes flashed in his mind, and his expression became more and more solemn, "Why? Reacting to the Tower of Floating Worlds..."

Suddenly, he shot out a stream of seven-colored divine power towards the Tower of Floating Worlds. The nine-layered nine-character inscription outside the tower suddenly made a harsh buzzing sound. The all-devouring darkness overflowed from the rune, pulling the body of the little tiger demon Mingsha away. Cast a long shadow.

The long cry sounded again in the field, and the little tiger demon Mingsha trembled violently. His expression suddenly became extremely distorted, as if he was suffering from great pain.

Zhu Houzhao was trying to extract Xuanming's blood from the body of the little tiger demon Mingsha, but in the process, he discovered that the blood of Xuanming had mutated and was hidden in the little tiger demon's soul, turning into a deep bloodline imprint. .

He cannot take it away.If the soul of the little tiger demon Mingsha is forcibly sacrificed, the bloodline brand will also disappear.

Born in Hongmeng, split from the bloodline of the saint Pangu, the blood of the ancestral witch cannot be destroyed.After experiencing the death of the host and countless years passing by, it finally transformed into a bloodline brand and transformed into a fragile mortal thing.

The blood of Xuan Ming, which had lost its sanctity, could not be fused with the blood of the eleven ancestral witches held by Zhu Houzhao.The essence and blood of the twelve ancestral witches could not be combined into one, so the plan to use the twelve capital gods to recreate Pangu's true form naturally became an illusion.

Zhu Houzhao looked at the little tiger demon Mingsha quietly. The divine light in his eyes passed through the obstacles of flesh and blood and reached the soul space, locking the bloodline brand. The divine light penetrated and aroused the mysterious power. The blood suddenly started to boil.

"Is it all in vain in the end..." Zhu Houzhao murmured to himself, the divine light dissipated, and the strange movements of Xuan Ming's blood gradually subsided, "No... there is no death situation in Hongmeng Realm! There must be some way to do it. Completely extract the complete blood of Xuan Ming..."

Every creature born from Hongmeng has its own unique nature.Even if the immortal essence is erased and the body undergoes unpredictable changes, the vast heaven will eventually leave a trace of life and will not put things into irreversible death.

While Zhu Houzhao was observing the movement of Xuan Ming's blood, he was still making deductions in his mind, looking for a glimmer of hope from thousands of possibilities, the key to awakening Xuan Ming's blood... Suddenly, he turned his attention to The Tower of Floating Worlds.

From the surface of the nine-layered nine-character text, wisps of black light overflowed, which symbolized the various changes in the destiny of the three realms.

"If we could go back in time, explore the original location of Xuan Ming's blood, find out the source of its alienation, and solve the problem fundamentally..." The look in Zhu Houzhao's eyes became brighter and brighter, "Changing the past, Xuan Ming's blood The direction of the blood mutation!"

After speaking, he loosened the hand tightly around the neck of the little tiger demon Mingsha, and controlled it to float above the floating world tower. Then he formed a seal with one hand and shot out a spiritual secret, causing the tower of the floating world tower to float. The door opened wide, and a small black hole extended from it.

The small black hole gradually opened as the tower door gradually opened, releasing the blackness that swallowed all the light.A small beam of light shot straight from the top of the tower, piercing through the little tiger demon Mingsha's eyebrows.

A strange scene appeared. The little tiger demon Mingsha suddenly opened his eyes, but his eyes were extremely empty, without any sparkle.While his eyebrows were pierced by the beam of light, his body was also rapidly shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not long after, the little tiger demon Mingsha had turned into a palm-sized pocket creature. Zhu Houzhao once again formed a seal in his hand, pointed directly at the small black hole at the bottom, chanted a spell in his mouth, and pulled the small black hole upward layer by layer. Slow climbing movement.

A loud and long roar erupted in the field, and the little tiger demon Mingsha grinned, and wisps of dark light spurted out from it, sweeping towards the small black hole, as if to block its progress.

But it's all in vain.No matter what kind of attack it is, it will not affect the progress of the small black hole at all.Even those wisps of powerful shadow are still covered by the black released by the small black hole that swallows all light.

Just like a stone sinking into the ocean, once it falls into it, it will disappear silently, without causing any waves at all.

The small black hole climbed upwards at a slow but determined speed, and finally reached the top of the tower.Upon seeing this, Zhu Houzhao removed his hand seals and spurted out a piece of colorful blood essence from his mouth, which was thrown into the small black hole.

In an instant, the small black hole began to rotate violently, and the black that swallowed up all the light that bloomed from it quickly transformed into colorful colors. When the frequency of rotation increased sharply, making the shape of the small black hole almost turn into a whirlpool, Zhu Houzhao once again seal.

When the seal was completed, the target he was pointing at was no longer a small black hole, but the little tiger demon Mingsha suspended above the Tower of Floating Worlds!

Wisps of chaotic energy spread from Zhu Houzhao's fingertips, entangled in the air, and condensed into a ball of misty colorful mist.Under Zhu Houzhao's control, the colorful mist rolled towards the little tiger demon Ming and instantly enveloped it.

Deep in the soul of the little tiger demon Mingsha, Xuanming's blood boiled again, and a long and piercing cry sounded continuously in the field.Zhu Houzhao's expression was as usual, and he waved his big hand upwards, but he activated the colorful colors in the small black hole.

The colorful colors followed the sudden rise of the small black hole, creating a brilliant trajectory in mid-air.

The little tiger demon Mingsha, who had shrunk into a miniature creature, was trembling all over. With a layer of colorful mist outside his body, he was slowly drawn into the small black hole...