Ming Dynasty Emperor System

The Dao Realm clone slowly raised his head, with millions of stars in his eyes shining with misty and colorful colors. He looked around at the dangers everywhere. Everything was in the most terrifying situation at the critical moment.

He sighed suddenly, took a step, stretched out his hand, and stabbed hard into the still bloody vortex.

"Annihilate it." The Dao Realm clone said calmly.

After speaking, time returned to normal.

The arrow shoots out and the sword falls.

A powerful aura spread throughout the audience, and Patriarch Bodhi's mouth slowly raised a meaningful smile. He suddenly looked up and saw that the earth-shattering killing sword was now in a phantom state, and the strong wind Rolled over, everything was annihilated.

After turning his gaze to the bloody vortex in front of him, the arrow he shot secretly penetrated the connection between the Tiandao Palace and the bloody vortex. In addition, Zhu Houzhao's most powerful blow to it disintegrated all the blood vortex from the inside. protection.

As the arrow passed through, the blood-colored vortex twisted and flickered, and finally shrank into a red dot, exuding an original aura.

"Good!" Patriarch Bodhi clasped his hands together and looked at the Taoist clone with a smile, as if he had retired after great success.

"Good fuck, you damn ghost!"

The Taoist clone grabbed Patriarch Bodhi by the collar and stared at him fiercely.

At this moment, the performance of the Taoist clone has completely lost the image of the immortal Taoist bones before. This time he curses, his expression is even more ferocious, and his image is extremely subversive. The millions of stars in his eyes are ups and downs, symbolizing that he has changed and is unpredictable. Unexplainable weird mood.

"Do you know that this ability can be used less often than once!" the Dao realm clone roared through gritted teeth.

"Everything has a beginning and an end. Even if it is a treasure that reaches heaven, it is better to use it at a critical moment than to hold it in your hand until the user dies." Ancestor Bodhi remained unhurried, even in the face of the Taoist clone with violent aura. , he still said easily:

"I originally thought that you just relied on your great luck to seize the origin of Tao, and entered the semi-saint realm in one fell swoop, barely able to compete with Yuanshi Tianzun, but I still underestimated you... the power of time and space, that has been for eternity. , something that only Hongjun can master."

The Dao Realm clone had a gloomy face. After hearing the praise from Patriarch Bodhi, he was also indifferent. The two of them stared at each other, sparks flying in all directions.

Yang Jian and Master Wuchao in the distance didn't know what was going on. They just felt that the surrounding crisis had disappeared, and the bloody altar had become dim, and it no longer had the agile posture before, and they The injury also recovered inexplicably.

At this moment, the two of them looked at the Taoist clone who was behaving strangely, holding the collar of Patriarch Bodhi, with a look on his face that he wanted to eat him alive. The state of the scene changed so quickly that both of them were a little confused. , I couldn’t come back to my senses for a while.

For a long time, millions of Taoist clones died in their eyes, but what was reborn was the energy of chaos that filled the entire small universe in their eyes, and the colorful rays of light illuminated every corner.

He suddenly let go of his hand and pushed Patriarch Bodhi aside, but the latter's eyes flashed brightly, as if he had discovered something, and he couldn't help but show a look of great disappointment.

"Fuck!" In the Tiandao Hall, a sound like rolling thunder suddenly echoed.

Everyone looked intently, only to find that the aura of the Dao realm clone at this moment had suddenly changed. It was different from the arrogant and wanton one before. It gave people the feeling that he had returned to normal and became that person again. The supreme Taoist who has no desires, no pursuits, no sorrow and no joy.

"He left?" Patriarch Bodhi asked abruptly.

"Yes." The Dao Realm clone nodded expressionlessly, looking at his hands, countless tiny black spots appeared on them. It was the rules of heaven and earth that were backlashing against him, trying to corrode his body. Punish him.

Patriarch Bodhi was obviously aware of the strange behavior of the Dao Realm clone and felt the same thing about what he was enduring at the moment. However, he did not have much reaction to this. On the contrary, it was the performance of the Dao Realm clone that made him slightly distressed. He asked again cautiously:

"Didn't he explain anything before he left?"

Endless pain hit the Dao realm clone like a tide, but he looked as usual, as if nothing was wrong. He moved his body slightly and let out a breath of turbidity. Then he lazily said to Patriarch Bodhi. replied:

"The main body said that if you let him take action himself for that kind of meaningless temptation again, then you will wait for death."

After speaking, the Taoist clone stretched out his hand, and colorful brilliance bloomed between his fingers. Threads of chaotic energy also penetrated the center of the brilliance, overflowing bit by bit. He poked the chest of Patriarch Bodhi, He said without any emotion in his tone:

"By the way, he also specifically emphasized that as long as you show the slightest bit of wrongness, I will not have to worry about anything else and just go ahead and kill you at all costs!"

When Patriarch Bodhi heard this, he laughed a few times, making the atmosphere slightly awkward.

After pondering for a while, he decided to change his gaze and topic. Then he looked at the edge of the bloody altar, waved his big hand, and a large piece of three-color spiritual light was released.

Before Yang Jian and Master Wuchao had time to react, they were swept up by the three-color aura whizzing from a distance. Their bodies were instantly out of their control and carried forward by the three-color aura.

As the smoke and clouds swirled around, Yang Jian and Master Wuchao felt dizzy for a while. The faces of Patriarch Bodhi and the Tao Realm clones appeared in their sights. The terrifying energy that had not yet calmed down faintly leaked from their bodies. It can't help but make people feel frightened.

"Master..." Yang Jian was about to respectfully address him as master, but when he thought that the jade tripod was no longer there, and all he had was the unpredictable and powerful Bodhi Patriarch in front of him, Yang Jian could only sigh secretly, and immediately changed his words: "Junior Yang Jian , pay homage to Patriarch Bodhi!"

Immediately, Yang Jian cupped his hands and bowed, bending deeply, as if all his strength had been exhausted in this bow. The things contained in it were indescribable, but his expression at this moment was unprecedentedly complicated, and his mood was indescribable. And metaphor.

Master Wuchao looked at Yang Jian, shrugged, then knelt down on one knee and shouted to the Taoist clone:

"Congratulations, sir, the barrier of Tiandao Palace has been broken and everything is accomplished!"

The Taoist clone nodded expressionlessly, acting very calmly.

But Patriarch Bodhi was different. He looked at Yang Jian without saying a word for a long time. The sparkling look in his eyes was like a fire blown by the wind. The Taoist clone glanced at it and was surprised to find that he couldn't see through him at this moment. His state and aura have also become unpredictable...