Ming Dynasty Emperor System

In the blink of an eye, the martyr monster that had forced Master Wuchao before completely disappeared into this space. Only the fishy smell remaining around it meant that he had left traces here. .

After doing all this, the Dao realm clone clapped his hands. Under the shining of seven-color brilliance, the vague blood-colored substance in his hands quickly disappeared like ice and snow, turning into wisps of turbid black air, rising up, and then The wind dissipated.

"Get up." The Dao realm clone said calmly.

Master Wuchao slowly stood up and moved his body. He found that the power that had been imprisoning his ability was gone at this moment, and the lotus hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness also escaped on its own at this moment, dripping away. The ground hovered above him.

"This damn psychic magic weapon will be hidden when in danger. If I die, what's the use of your rags!" Master Wuchao plucked the lotus from the top of his head and threw it into his mouth. He chewed it up and swallowed it, and then burped.

At this time, the facial wounds scratched by the claws of the martyr monster were like flames, and dots of black particles began to flow. Severe pain was already felt on the face, making Master Wuchao couldn't help but feel miserable. He screamed, covered his face and fell to the ground, rolling and struggling.

"Don't move." The Dao Realm clone shouted with a solemn expression.

Master Wuchao immediately stopped moving, but his distorted facial expression and violently shaking body showed that the pain he was suffering was absolutely unimaginable and unbearable.

Billions of stars were flowing rapidly in the Taoist clone's eyes, and the eerie light shone on Master Wuchao's face, immediately arousing a turbid black energy.

From this, Master Wuchao's expression began to twist crazily. His tightly clenched fists and the strength that stretched straight out, almost tearing his body apart, showed how severe his pain was.

Seeing this, the Taoist clone frowned slightly and waved his hand casually. The surrounding strands of chaotic mist rushed towards Master Wuchao, and the bright seven-color brilliance came out of the body and enveloped Master Wuchao's body. above.

This large amount of tyrannical energy blessed Master Wuchao's body, which made his pain slightly alleviated. His whole body gradually relaxed from a tense state. Although his expression was still distorted, compared with before, It's already better on more than one level.

"Be patient for a while longer. If this thing is not removed in time, your soul will be robbed by the underworld of heaven, and from now on you will become a human, ghost, and unconscious martyr!" The Taoist clone said with a serious face.

Upon hearing this, Master Wuchao nodded with all his strength and accepted the treatment of the Taoist clone with peace of mind.

Threads of chaotic mist penetrated into the seven orifices of Master Wuchao, and the seven-color brilliance bloomed on his face. Under the strong light, the black particles on the wound began to be slowly corroded, turning into Black smoke rose up and disappeared.

After a long time, Master Wuchao's wound became extremely smooth. The Dao Realm clone flicked out a trace of semi-saint power. After being immersed in Master Wuchao's face, the wound healed instantly. After doing all this, the Dao Realm clone took back Chaotic mist and seven-color brilliance.

Master Wuchao stood up quickly, bowed and shouted:

"Thank you, sir, for saving my life. Wuchao has no teeth..."

"Alright, alright."

The Taoist clone impatiently interrupted Master Wuchao's words. Billions of stars were flowing rapidly in his eyes, and the terrifying half-saint power swept away. After checking the surrounding situation, the Taoist clone tightened his brows.

"Come with me."

Before Master Wuchao had time to react, the Taoist clone grabbed him, pulled him by the collar, and used his escape technique without saying a word. He turned into lightning and flew towards the towering cliff tower in the distance at high speed. .

The wind roared, and Master Wuchao felt his body float lightly. The dilapidated scenery around him was like a torn phantom, flashing by at an unimaginable speed. His mouth was filled with strong wind. Even so, he still held on. , shouted indistinctly:

"Duo... Duo Lun, oh... Chang Zong Mo Na!"

"What the hell?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusuuuuuuuuuuuuusuuuuuuuuuuuuu Very dirty, always dirty!"

The Dao Realm clone stopped, and Master Wuchao also broke away from the super-high-speed movement state. His stomach was churning, and a strong feeling of discomfort came to his heart.

"What the hell did you just say? If you have anything to do, please explain it quickly. The only people who can survive here are lunatics, whose strength is comparable to that of a half-step Hunyuan 'Shinto'. If we are surrounded by them, I can't protect you!" "The Dao Realm clone urged with an impatient expression.

"Hoo-ho-da-sir!" Master Wuchao gasped for air, and after a while he shouted: "I...I didn't take my Zen staff!"

The Taoist clone's face darkened, he snapped his fingers, and strands of chaotic mist came out of his body. He stretched out his left hand, and the chaotic mist condensed in the palm of his hand.

"Sir, what are you doing..." Master Wuchao said doubtfully.

"Shut up, am I not getting you a Zen staff?!"

The Dao Realm clone roared angrily, and millions of stars in his eyes trembled together. In an instant, they came out of the body and quickly circled around the Dao Realm clone in the form of miniatures.

Master Wuchao closed his mouth knowingly, and watched eagerly as the Dao realm clone operated, but he was extremely confused in his heart. Could it be that the master also possesses some powerful magical power of time and space transformation?In this weird secret realm of heaven, can you still retrieve objects from the air?

"How are you dissatisfied with your Zen staff?" the Taoist clone asked abruptly.

"Uh..." Master Wuchao was stunned, his pupils turned up, and he seemed to be thinking seriously, "Hmm... I think the Zen staff is two inches longer, and its function is too single. If we can add a few rune concavities, Groove, it will be perfect if you adapt to my death energy magical power."

The Taoist clone squinted its eyes, and the chaotic mist in the palm of his hand swirled and slowly elongated, gradually changing into the shape of a long-handled Zen staff.

"Rune grooves, right..." the Dao realm clone suddenly said through gritted teeth.

"Yes...yes." Master Wuchao replied cautiously, with doubts in his heart. He didn't know why the clone was asking this.

"Okay, then I'll give you the rune groove!"

After finishing speaking, the millions of miniature stars surrounding the Dao Realm clone suddenly separated into tens of thousands, and poured into the chaotic mist in the palm of his hand.

Immediately, a burst of black and white lightning burst out from the Dao Realm clone. As the arc flashed, all of them hit the chaotic mist. The constantly changing chaotic mist was also rapidly taking shape at this moment.