Ming Dynasty Emperor System

The only thing that was not affected was the corpse that was kneeling in the center of the bloody altar, as if it had existed for countless years. Even under such a powerful supernatural power that changed the rules of the world, the corpse was still a martyr, as if it were a martyr. Independent of this world.

He is incompatible with this realm of ice and snow, where everything is frozen.

Suddenly, a wail resounded from heaven and earth, as if it had traveled through eternity, and it sounded in this beautiful and cold place, echoing for a long time without stopping.

Above the sky, heavy snowflakes fell suddenly, flying leisurely, adding a bit of freezing romance to the vast white world.

Seriously - the sky is bright and clear, but the sky is still cold!

In this desolate world, everything is frozen in the ice and snow, dead silent, only dead silence hovering in this space!

The Temple of Heaven seems to have been forgotten by time, and it seems to be a dead zone.

Except for the flying snow in the sky, the frozen lightning hell, the teleportation portal standing in the center of the Blood Altar, and the three ancestors of Bodhi who were close together and turned into ice sculptures, nothing else could exist.

After a long time, it seemed that the frozen space had changed. A gap was suddenly torn open in the vast void, and the Dao Realm clone slowly walked out.

Even his body, wrapped in wisps of chaotic mist and blessed and protected by many powers, was exhaling hot air while breathing, and his body was trembling unconsciously.

It seems that in this ice and snow, even the terrifying existence at the semi-saint level is unable to resist the extreme cold that is almost enough to freeze time.

The Dao Realm clone waited and watched on the spot, then suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed a huge blood flower. He placed it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. Billions of stars were flowing and dancing in his eyes. It seemed that after seeing such a strange scene, Gujing could not help but wonder. Bo's heart was also touched.

It was as if a pebble had been dropped into the lake of his heart. The slight ripples were centered on the point where the pebble landed and spread in all directions. After reaching a peak, they disappeared in an instant, and there was a trace of regret.

"The beauty of heaven and earth is really shocking. Unfortunately, beautiful things cannot last forever."

The Taoist clone sighed quietly, crushed the snowflakes in the palm of his hand, moved, and suddenly disappeared from the place. When he reappeared, he had already reached the center of the bloody altar, where the frozen Ancestor Bodhi was. In front of the three people.He murmured to himself:

"I didn't expect...you still have a trace of humanity left. You haven't been able to cut off all passions and abandon unnecessary sentimentality. This is a taboo in becoming a saint. Could it be that Yang Jian, your good disciple, has brought about the changes in you? ...Or is it inner demons?”

The Tao realm clone does not understand the past between Yang Jian and Bodhi Patriarch. Although he can use the power of the original "Tao" to deduce and extend time and space to the distant past to spy on the many intersections between the two, he is not so Do.

It's not that I'm reluctant, but that it doesn't make any sense.Yang Jian, Master Wuchao, and even Patriarch Bodhi, to him, are just pawns in the grand plan each performing their own duties. The final battle is coming and everything will be annihilated. So, why search?

"Oh, that's all."

The Taoist clone shook his head, and a slightly bitter smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth. He stretched out his left hand and placed the palm of his left hand on the ancestor Bodhi that turned into an ice sculpture. After the strands of chaotic mist flowed and turned, Dive into it.

The tyrannical half-saint power poured out and poured into the ice sculptures. The ice covering the three ancestors of Bodhi also shrank and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye. It wouldn't take long for them to escape from the trap. out.

Time passed bit by bit, and the sound of ticking water resounded in this dead ice and snow. It was the sound of solid ice melting into water, and then being burned by powerful energy, causing it to evaporate with heat.

After a long time, the ice covering the bodies of the three ancestors of Bodhi had completely melted. Ancestor Bodhi was shocked all over, as if a person who had been drowning for a long time had just come out of the water. He took a deep breath, so strong that it even His throat was torn to the point of being extremely hoarse.

"Huh-ha-huh-" Patriarch Bodhi gasped for air, and after a while he slowly stood up. The bright three-color aura once again inspired from the inside out, illuminating the path. The meaningful smile of the avatar.

"These two boys..." Ancestor Bodhi frowned.

The ice has been melting for a long time, but the Dao realm clones are still outputting the majestic half-saint power. Unlike Patriarch Bodhi, who escaped instantly, Yang Jian and Master Wuchao are still unconscious even though there is no ice on their bodies. In this state, his breath is also very weak.

In the state of being so breathless, if you didn't look carefully at their weak and rising chests, you would really think that they were dead.

"They will be fine." The Dao realm clone concentrated on outputting power, with billions of stars rising and falling in the eyes, floating in the fantasy small universe, faintly touching the rhythm between heaven and earth, and extremely mysterious, "By the way, And thank you for saving people."

Wisps of chaotic energy also spread throughout the small world where they were, forming a circular chaos shield covering a diameter of ten feet. The snowflakes flying in the sky were blocked outside the shield and would melt as soon as they were touched. It turns into water and drips down.

"Yang Jian is my disciple, how can I ignore death and not save him?" Bodhi curled his lips, looked at Master Wuchao whose body was between illusion and reality, exuding a strong aura of death, frowned and sighed: "I just took advantage of this kid and wasted a lot of my strength."

"Are you afraid that Yang Jian will be unhappy if Wuchao dies?" The Taoist clone's eyes were filled with energy, and he looked at Patriarch Bodhi steadily and asked.

"Fart, I was afraid that Zhu Houzhao would cause trouble for me! Do you think he is as desireless and sexless as you, like a dead person? If he knew that his tribe died in front of me, I'm afraid he would take the opportunity again Play and give me trouble for various reasons.”

Ancestor Bodhi spat angrily. Seeing the Taoist clone's mouth raise a meaningful smile, he felt a little embarrassed, so he released a three-color aura to cover Yang Jian and Master Wuchao, and joined in unfreezing them. of ranks.

One is a Taoist clone who has completely stepped into the semi-saint realm, and the other is the Bodhi Patriarch who can barely exert the power of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal with the help of unknown power. With the cooperation of the two, Yang Jian and Master Wuchao quickly He regained consciousness and opened his confused eyes.

"This is……"

Yang Jian and Master Wuchao looked at the strange scene in front of them in shock...