Ming Dynasty Emperor System

The treasure given to him by Patriarch Bodhi, the magic weapon that never left his hand and straddled his waist - the Immortal Killing Sword, was nowhere to be seen at this moment.

The most important thing is that Master Wuchao suddenly realized at this moment that the three-pointed two-edged sword was clearly in the Tiandao Palace. In order to block the blood energy, Yang Jian and him had already used magic to detonate the three-pointed two-edged sword, and not even the dregs were left. .

So why does the "Yang Jian" who appears in front of him now inexplicably possess a three-pointed two-edged sword?Moreover, Master Wuchao personally inspected the weapon spirit inside the blade. He was absolutely sure that this was a genuine artifact and not a fake!

"What is going on? This person should not be Yang Jian..." Master Wuchao murmured to himself.

At this time, a spatial crack was suddenly torn open in the void not far behind Master Wuchao.

The martyr who was carrying a huge boulder slowly walked out of the gap in space. When he saw Master Wuchao squatting in front of the body of "Yang Jian" with a broken arm, a trace of surprise appeared on his face, but But there weren't too many other emotions revealed.

"Hmm... It's interesting. Someone actually arrived in the True Self Realm first. And judging from the situation, he has passed the first test of inner demons." The martyr said calmly.

"You know what's going on here?"

Master Wuchao stood up quickly. It was related to Yang Jian's safety. After seeing this strange person who looked exactly like Yang Jian, he became extremely anxious. After hearing what the martyr said, He found some clues based on Li Wuli's words.

"Tell me what the identity of this corpse is and why he appears here." Master Wuchao said hoarsely.

"Why should I tell you? Will this bring me any benefit?"

The martyr actually showed a mocking smile, his expression full of agility.

"You won't tell me, right? Once I subdue you, I'll have plenty of ways to pry your mouth open!"

Master Wuchao gritted his teeth and said, then he moved and suddenly disappeared from the place. When he reappeared, a gray track suddenly flashed in the space. Looking again, Master Wuchao had moved away without knowing when. Behind the martyrs.

The weirdly shaped lotus flower bloomed above the head, the misty and gloomy death gas turned into the wind whistling past, and the Buddha's bright new Zen staff passed through a cold and cold light in mid-air, and hit the martyr's head hard!

Huh - it seemed like a strong wind passed by, and the Zen staff fell down with great power, but Master Wuchao did not feel the impact of a blunt instrument entering his body.

When he came back to his senses, he suddenly discovered that the impact of the wind-turning death energy and the waving of the Zen staff were in vain. There was no trace of the martyr here!

"Damn it, where is the person? It's so fast. Could it be that he used the teleportation technique like me?" Master Wuchao cursed in his heart, and then felt doubtful again, "No, I didn't sense the fluctuations in the space. He didn’t move, he moved too fast!”

Sure enough, when Master Wuchao released his spiritual consciousness and covered a small area around him, he really caught a trace of the strange aura of the martyr.

Master Wuchao followed the direction in which the aura escaped and moved quickly to investigate, but in the depths of the white flash around the space, he discovered a calm-looking martyr.

"Fellow Taoist, why are you so anxious? Don't you want to know who killed the owner of the broken-arm corpse?" the martyr said with a smile.

Master Wuchao was startled when he heard this. When Yang Jian was mentioned, his fighting spirit dropped unknowingly.The Zen staff was on the ground, and the weird-shaped lotus above his head released a thick death aura, wrapping his body. After protecting it, he said:

"Aren't you carrying out the trial of the Cliff Tower on me? If you don't fulfill your duties as a guardian and die, you talk so much nonsense. What on earth do you want to do?"

When the martyr heard this, the smile on his lips became even brighter. Under the vigilant gaze of Master Wuchao, he slowly walked out of the depths of the white flash. He removed the golden light protection on the surface of his body, indicating that he had no hostility. As he walked, said:

"The word trial is not very accurate. There is nothing wrong with fulfilling the duty of guardian, but... it would be too boring. It would be too cruel for me to kill a second-generation cultivator with my own hands. How about we talk about it?"

"Talk about it?" Master Wuchao raised his eyebrows. The evil Taoist who had chased him for thirty thousand miles before and was like a mad dog cast a huge shadow on him, but the martyr in front of him overturned his He had never seen an intelligent martyr.

Thinking of this, he suddenly became interested. He put the thick death energy outside his body back into the lotus. He revealed his true face, raised his head and said, "What do you want to talk about?"

"I am very interested in everything about the second generation, so I would like to ask you a few questions. If you are willing to answer sincerely, I can also answer the questions for you about this space and the reason for killing the broken-arm corpse. That’s where people go,” the martyr laughed.

"Interesting, this is the first time I heard about the martyrs in the secret realm of Heaven, the slaves of Heaven, a group of madmen who have no soul, no consciousness, no intelligence, and only know how to kill! Actually... there is still curiosity. Actually... …and even negotiate terms with outsiders!”

"Oh? It turns out that the Origin Holy Land is called the Secret Realm of Heaven..." The martyr stroked Guanghua's chin and said with interest: "This description is quite appropriate, but there is one thing. I'm afraid you have misunderstood. Not all martyrs are Even if they are crazy, some people still have their senses.”

"Like you? Who are you? After all, you are still a corpse that should have died long ago! It's just that with the power of heaven, you can still survive as a slave and survive in this world. Poor place."

"Oh, your description is very strange and has no basis. Instead, it seems like a fixed thought. I guess you also learned the situation from other people's mouths, right? It's a pity. If possible, I really want to explain it to you. The Origin of the Martyrs.”

"No need, I'm not interested in listening."

"So, are you willing to accept what I proposed before? I can see that you are very curious about that corpse, or...worry? It doesn't matter. I solemnly ask you again, if you are willing to communicate with me. Shall I exchange information?"

When Master Wuchao heard this, he squinted his eyes, and a bright light flashed in his eyes. After thinking for a while, he nodded gently.

"Very good." The martyr suddenly clapped his hands, and a slightly excited smile slowly appeared on his lips, "Then, let me ask the first question first..."