Ming Dynasty Emperor System

Blood flowers flew down from the sky, thousands of thunder prisons were solidified, the bloody altar was wrapped in ice, and the crystal clear transmission portal was covered with a layer of frost...

The world in the Temple of Heaven has turned into a blur of ice and snow, and everything is particularly poignant and beautiful when wrapped in ice and snow.

"Does this spell have a name?" the Dao realm clone asked.

When Patriarch Bodhi heard this, he raised his eyebrows. After thinking about it secretly, he replied:

"I didn't expect it to be so powerful at first. After adding your original 'Tao' power, this spell has undergone earth-shaking changes. It's powerful but uncontrollable. I can't think of any words for it yet." How about choosing a name...you do it."

"In the world of ice and snow, everything is sealed..." The Dao realm clone looked at the fantasy scene in front of him intently, and his heart was slightly moved. After sighing suddenly, he said quietly: "Just call it Manxue, Manxue Manxue, On a white day, a handful of snowflakes can seal away the inner demons."

"A handful of snowflakes can seal away the inner demons..." Ancestor Bodhi chewed for a while, and couldn't help but stretch his brows and smile, "Okay, great, what a great seal for the inner demons. This clone of yours is quite sharp. It obviously has no lust, but it is I admire you for being able to point out my thoughts."

With that said, Patriarch Bodhi pulled Yang Jian up, carefully patted off the remaining snow and frost on his body, placed his palm on his forehead, and injected pure immortal power into Yang Jian. The latter's expression changed. It also gradually turned from pale to rosy.

"Thank you, Master." Yang Jian bowed down and made a big salute. Ancestor Bodhi patted his shoulder happily, told him many experiences about finding the path, and criticized some of his previous problems. , but mostly words of relief.

Compared with the heartwarming scene between master and disciple Yang Jian and Patriarch Bodhi, Master Wuchao's side seemed much pitiful. After being separated from the frozen state, the Taoist clone had a cold temperament, so naturally he would not care about him, resulting in He had to use his spiritual power, which was on the verge of depletion, to heal himself.

Sitting on the ground shivering and meditating, with frost covering his body, Master Wuchao looked extremely embarrassed.

"Wuchao, do you want my help?" Yang Jian asked abruptly.

"No need, you'd better chat with your master for a while, it will be of great help to your path of cultivation." A wry smile appeared on the corner of Master Wuchao's mouth, and then he raised his eyebrows, as if he had thought of something, and his tone He added oddly: "But don't go crazy like before."

Even though Yang Jian had a cold temperament, he still felt embarrassed when he heard this ridicule. He couldn't help but kicked Master Wuchao with a blushing face.

"Hey, it seems that you have recovered very well. You are full of strength." Master Wuchao patted the frost on his body, ended his meditation, stood up with a smile, approached the Taoist clone, and asked respectfully: " Sir, I have recovered, shall we set off now?"

The Taoist clone nodded slightly and looked at Ancestor Bodhi. Billions of stars rose and fell in his eyes, shining with a faint light.

"There is no problem on my side." Ancestor Bodhi nodded and said.

"Very good." The Dao realm clone turned around and inspected the frozen teleportation gate. For this kind of dead object, unlike the previously frozen Ancestor Bodhi, Yang Jian and Master Wuchao, he did not need to take care of it. Accidentally injured, he waved his hand and directly hit out a mana light curtain.

Bang!

The ice that shrouded the outside of the teleportation portal instantly collapsed into thousands of fragments under this violent blow that contained the power of the semi-saint, flying in all directions. However, the teleportation portal that had been unfrozen fluctuated, but it did not stop. Halfway damaged.

The Dao Realm clone took a step, directly crossed a distance of several hundred feet, moved to the teleportation portal, and input the last wave of energy into it.

Finally, a burst of dazzling white light erupted from the teleportation portal. It was impossible to see through the scene inside, but one could hear the shocking sound of Taoism. It seemed that there was a holy land filled with the charm of heaven and earth. Opportunities are available everywhere.

Under the protection of Ancestor Bodhi, Yang Jian and Master Wuchao passed through the frozen realm covered with flying snow, and then rushed to the side of the Taoist clone, listening to the fantastic sounds coming from the teleportation portal with him.

"Before we go in, I have to explain a few things. Yang Jian, Wuchao, listen well. Bodhi knows some of the precautions. I am telling you specifically." The Dao Realm clone said with a look on his face. Said seriously.

Yang Jian and Master Wuchao looked at each other and nodded solemnly.

The Taoist clone pointed at the teleportation portal with dazzling white light, and continued:

"In the results of my deduction, there are countless great opportunities in the secret realm of Heaven's Dao, but at the same time, it is also full of dangers. Once we enter it, the first thing we have to face is the impact of the turbulence of time and space. At that time, we will not be able to simultaneously It’s coming, and its location is uncertain.”

"That is to say, we may be scattered. Yang Jian, Wu Chao, although your cultivation is ranked high in the Three Realms, there are many threats to you and others in the secret realm of Heaven's Dao, so You must be mentally prepared before entering."

"Secondly, if you can successfully pass through the turbulence of time and space, you can officially enter the secret realm of Heavenly Dao. There are countless Heavenly Dao puppets inside, with amazing combat power. Their realms are generally comparable to Daluo Sanxian to Daluo Jinxian. There is also an extremely terrifying exist……"

When the Taoist clone said this, he paused for a moment. The millions of stars in his eyes were distorted and slowly transformed into a phantom. Yang Jian and Master Wuchao were shocked. They looked intently and saw that the phantom was actually a person whose hands were chained. Tie up a humanoid monster with a ferocious face.

The appearance and form were strikingly similar to the strange corpse kneeling in the center of the bloody altar!

"This is the most difficult guy to deal with in the secret realm of Heaven - the martyr!" The Tao realm clone looked solemn, pointed at the humanoid monster reflected in his eyes, and emphasized every word: "If you encounter this kind of Monster, don’t hesitate to run away with all your might, there’s no shame in that.”

"What kind of existence is a martyr? Why do I feel that you are so afraid of him, sir?" Master Wuchao asked cautiously.

"This is a monster that should not exist in the world. Most of them were originally powerful figures in the Hongmeng era. The king among them was the famous Supreme of the previous generation!" The Dao Realm clone seemed to be saying. He recalled:

"But due to some changes, some shocking changes that were difficult to resist and that even the saints could not undo, they eventually lost their consciousness and their souls. They were enslaved by the law of heaven for eternity and became the current human beings and ghosts. appearance."

At this time, Patriarch Bodhi also opened his mouth and added...