Ming Dynasty Emperor System

More than [-] heavenly souls burst into pieces and exploded. After the physical body was annihilated, what remained was the pure heavenly energy and the ancient runes flying in the sky. The space suddenly distorted and fluctuated, and the nine swords had disappeared without a trace. Without a trace.

Seeing this, the Dao realm clone's hand seals changed, pointing to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other. Such a weird gesture shook the heaven and the earth, resonating with the mysterious way of heaven, and coincided with the rhythm of the rules of the heaven and the earth.

Suddenly, a dark portal appeared in the bloody dome. Amidst the roar of the Dao Realm clone, a blurry shadow slowly walked out of the portal. From the shape, it was barely clear that the shadow was human.

When the phantom descended on this world, an impulse suddenly surged in the hearts of Yang Jian and Master Wuchao. There was actually a strong desire in their consciousness, tempting them and driving them to ignore the dangers around them and move forward. He walked towards the shadow.

"Tsk, it's really an interesting place, and there are some...interesting things." Xuying suddenly spoke, his voice was like a bell, not weaker than the Taoist ring emitted by the Taoist clone, his voice was even more sonorous and powerful, every word A meal that directly touches the heart and penetrates the soul!

"combine!"

The Dao realm clone clasped his hands together and spit out an original "Dao" text from his mouth. At the same time, his hands began to turn over, bringing up a large afterimage. At the same time, he was also manipulating the original "Dao" text towards the more than [-] Heavenly Dao destiny souls. Fly away from the destroyed position.

In an instant, the wisps of chaotic mist and dazzling seven-color brilliance disintegrated and transformed into the most primitive state. It was a ball of pure energy. Under the call of the Tao realm clone, it returned to his seven orifices. middle.

The Dao realm clone took a deep breath, and when he exhaled again, the world was changing, and countless dark chains suddenly appeared in the void. They were clearly the counterattack force of the rules of heaven and earth. What came this time More violent than before!

The Heavenly Dao in the dark is angry!

But this still could not stop the determination of the Dao realm clone. After the original "Dao" text arrived at the destination, the seals of his hands changed, and the powerful and terrifying half-saint power poured out of his body, sweeping the entire place in the blink of an eye. The dark chain in the void has become stagnant.

After Yang Jian and Master Wuchao used many methods to stabilize their hearts and resist the strange fluctuations of the shadow on the dome of the bloody altar, they were once again struck by the terrifying half-saint power of the Taoist clone, and were unable to do anything for a while. He stood still and fell to the ground.

Just when they were about to activate the immortal power in their bodies, they suddenly discovered that at some point, most of their abilities were suppressed by an inexplicable and strange force. All calls fell into the sea, and many methods were tried. It can't be used.

A strong sense of frustration arose in Yang Jian's heart. He beat the ground hard and roared with a ferocious and miserable expression:

"Damn, damn!!!"

On the other hand, Master Wuchao calmly accepted everything in front of him, and even more so accepted his humble status in this level of battle. He could also understand Yang Jian's mood, which was a kind of self-indulgence and powerlessness against everything. Responsibility, resentment towards oneself for being weak.

Although Yang Jian has encountered many hardships and difficulties during his countless years of cultivation, the gap is so huge that he understands that no matter how hard he works, there is no way he can fight against it.

God of War of the Three Realms?Oh, in front of the real strong man, he is just an ant.

At the pinnacle of the three realms, in the turbulent sea where the world is extremely shackles, Yang Jian and Master Wuchao are like two inconspicuous boats, they can only drift with the tide and accept the tide.I can only tremble in this violent storm, completely unable to resist!

Yang Jian was unwilling to give in, but he could not change the reality. He could only hate his own weakness and vent his anger and sorrow in the form of self-mutilation.

He hit the ground with all his strength, as if he wanted to vent all his negative emotions on the ground of the Tiandao Palace. But ironically, not only did he not cause any damage to the ground, but he smashed his own hand. bloody and bloody.

Sad and indignant, heart-rending roars roared from Yang Jian's mouth. They were unwilling roars. They were Yang Jian's accusation against the injustice of the world.

Patriarch Bodhi naturally noticed the change in Yang Jian's heart, but he did not take any measures or even look back.After reaching his level of strength, the scenery they saw was beyond what Yang Jian and Master Wuchao could imagine.

He understood Yang Jian's reluctance better than anyone else, but he did not use words or actions to help Yang Jian, because he understood that it was useless to talk more, and relying on external forces to overcome the inner demons was ultimately the next best option.

Patriarch Bodhi was completely able to sort out Yang Jian's thoughts and tell him how to take the next path, how to face enemies stronger than himself, and how to stabilize his Taoist heart. However, he never spoke, but listened quietly to Yang Jian. Heart-rending roar, sighing secretly:

"See yourself clearly, see reality clearly, see this cruel world clearly, see clearly the gap between you and the world's top! The shackles of the rules of heaven and earth will not act on your body, nor will they hinder your path to sainthood, but mine Good disciple, everything is to blame because of your heart!"

Yang Jian would not hear what Patriarch Bodhi was thinking. He was in such an uncontrollable mood and could not understand the external changes. Master Wuchao couldn't stand it any longer. He used all his strength to stand up, raised his hands, and hated He slapped Yang Jian hatefully.

This slap sent the out-of-control Yang Jian flying hundreds of feet. After hitting the corner of the bloody altar, Yang Jian's body slid down softly, with an extremely complicated expression on his face.

Confused, sluggish, angry, but more importantly, unwilling!

In the sky, the Dao realm clones are still using various great god channel techniques, using powerful semi-saint power to suppress and imprison the remaining essences of more than [-] Heavenly Dao souls, preventing them from escaping freely, not even a trace. .

Therefore, the pressure is always spread in the empty Tiandao Palace. Except for the Bodhi Patriarch, Yang Jian and Master Wuchao are still severely affected. This is specifically reflected in their suppressed strength to the extreme.

The action was so difficult, but Master Wuchao still walked over step by step. Even under the strong pressure of the semi-saint level, enduring endless pain and spitting out blood, he still walked firmly to Yang Jian's side. before.

He looked at Yang Jian's half-dead state and cursed coldly:

"waste!"

Yang Jian seemed to be in a daze and did not make any reaction.

Master Wuchao's face turned cold when he saw this. He suddenly squatted down, grabbed Yang Jian by the collar, and roared angrily...