Ming Dynasty Emperor System

Master Wuchao roared heartbreakingly, but a black light suddenly flashed in the bloody shadow behind him, and a monster with hands tied by chains, horns and no eyes suddenly appeared in front of Master Wuchao. in his consciousness.

Before Master Wuchao even had time to react, the monster had already flashed and disappeared. When it reappeared, it was already a hundred feet in front of Master Wuchao and opened its bloody mouth. Let out an earth-shattering piercing roar!

"It's over!"

After Master Wuchao shouted such a voice, he suddenly lost all his divine power and came out of the blood escape state. He felt that his whole body was imprisoned by an unstoppable force. He fell down from the air and hit the ground. On top of the black grass covered with dead leaves.

Bang——The sound of real physical collision sounded.

Master Wuchao fell heavily and his body bounced up about half a foot, kicking up a large amount of dust and splashing withered leaves that flew weightlessly in the sky. Master Wuchao vomited a large mouthful of blood and struggled helplessly. As a result, he finally collapsed on the ground in despair, unable to move.

Whoosh - it was like a sharp sound breaking through the air as a strong wind passed by.

In Master Wuchao's sight, the terrifying monster suddenly appeared in front of him. The huge horns were reflected in his pupils. He closed his eyes, and the last trace of luck in his heart was completely annihilated. .

Play, it’s all over!

An indescribable bitter smile appeared at the corner of Master Wuchao's mouth. Feeling the burning breath of the monster, the fishy smell that hit his face made his stomach churn, and he almost vomited it out without holding back.

"Zu...Zuyuan welcomes you!" the monster said, and the vague voice finally became clear. Master Wuchao's face became even more ugly when he heard the words. He would die anyway, and he suddenly opened his eyes. Looking directly at the monster, he roared without thinking:

"I love your mother! Damn martyr, you chased me for thirty thousand miles, from the edge of the fucking ancestral abyss to the cliff tower! You will eat up any living thing along the way! I really fell. It’s only bloody mold that I met such a stupid young man like you!”

The heart-rending roar was transmitted to the monster's ugly animal ears. The monster grinned, and unknown black liquid flowed from its mouth, dripping on Master Wuchao's face, causing him to struggle violently. However, his immortal power was imprisoned, and he couldn't break free at all.

The monster raised his hand, and it was like an animal's claw that shone with a cold light, stained with black blood and dirty hands, and slowly scratched towards Master Wuchao's face. At the same time, the monster was still talking intermittently, somewhat vaguely. Unclear and bewildered words:

"Welcome... welcome, come... to be my... companion! Heaven... the secret of heaven, you... you and I... share it, the thirty thousand martyrs... share it!"

Master Wuchao watched helplessly as the claws of the beast approached, but he had no way to do anything. He was in despair. Only a deep feeling of despair enveloped his heart. The threat of death oppressed his soul. He was trembling, trembling uncontrollably!

The strangely shaped lotus that was originally floating above his head was now frightened by the strange pressure of the monster. It retracted between Master Wuchao's eyebrows and trembled in the sea of ​​consciousness.

And the Zen staff that shone with Buddha's light was thrown to the black grass ten feet away with the fall of Master Wuchao, and was covered by a pile of dead leaves. The Buddha's light revealed on it also became extremely dim. Ming Yiming seemed particularly miserable.

Will my reputation be ruined in this damn secret realm of heaven?

The claws reflecting the cold light slowly approached Master Wuchao's face. The extremely sharp aura had already scratched his skin even before the claws reached it. The wound was entangled with black energy, like dots of stars. The terrifying will-o'-the-wisp was burning his skin.

"Sir, I'm afraid Wuchao won't be able to accompany you to conquer the Three Realms..."

When the strong fishy smell hit his nostrils one after another, Master Wuchao closed his eyes silently, waiting for death to come.

Or is it another new life?

Wuchao was amused by this flash of thought. A bitter smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth. Five sharp claws were already clasped on his face, moving down bit by bit. , easily breaking through the spiritual protection and scratching his skin.

"Wuchao, Wuchao, I didn't expect that before you died, the only regret you thought of was that you could not conquer the three realms with me?" The magical voice of the Taoist clone suddenly came to Master Wuchao's ears. rang out.

Master Wuchao was so excited that he even ignored the bursts of pain on his face. He opened his eyes suddenly, but he saw behind the monster, the Taoist clone staring at him expressionlessly.

"Sir!" Master Wuchao said ecstatically.

Boom——The illusory world within the secret realm of Fangtian Dao suddenly resounded with a majestic Dao cry.

The next moment, the martyr monster who was "violating" Master Wuchao trembled all over, and strangely froze his body, maintaining the awkward posture of clawing at people.

Threads of chaotic mist surrounded it from all directions, and dazzling seven-color brilliance flashed in front of Master Wuchao's eyes. A big hand as white as jade stretched out from behind and clasped the neck of the martyr monster.

"It's just that a lowly 'Demon Martyr' whose level is comparable to that of a Da Luo True Immortal actually chased him all the way to the cliff tower. Aren't you afraid of being obliterated by the 'Martyr Daoist' who controls this place?"

The terrifying voice of the Taoist clone spread in the dark forest. This martyr monster suddenly broke away from the confrontation with the chaotic mist, but did not continue to attack Master Wuchao, but moved at an extremely fast speed. Slowly, extremely slowly, he turned his head and said:

"'Shinto' does not... tolerate aliens, you will also... die!"

"Then it's nothing you should care about. Go back to your 'demon territory'!"

After finishing speaking, the Taoist clone's big hand pulled forward and pushed the martyr monster to the black grass aside. The violent semi-holy power rushed out from the palm of his hand and rushed into the body of the martyr monster, starting to destroy it wantonly. Touching every structure in his body.

The martyr monster wanted to resist, but the seven-color brilliance erupted from the Dao realm clone suddenly transformed into thousands of illusory arms, covering the martyr monster's body, suppressing it tightly and unable to move.

For a long time, the martyr, whose eyes kept spewing strange blood, finally lost his spirit and lay motionless on the ground. After the Taoist clone withdrew the big hand that instilled violent energy, his body dissolved like liquid and was quickly submerged. Among the black grass.