Ming Dynasty Emperor System

Phew - as if a breeze was blowing, Master Wuchao suddenly felt that the surrounding space suddenly became anxious, and the flowing air had a strange smell, as if there was some powerful force covering the white flash. In order to cover something.

A burst of dazzling golden light bloomed from the body of the martyr. Behind him, a huge unicorn silhouette emerged. It raised its front hooves high, opened its bloody mouth upwards, and suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar. .

"Bang!" A crisp sound, like a switch machine turning, suddenly spread throughout the field.

This boundless fantasy world, surrounded by white flashes, suddenly distorted, and endless golden light bloomed from the void. Reflecting with the martyr's body, the white flash gradually dimmed, and was covered by the golden light. replaced.

The world instantly fell into a golden ocean.

After doing all this, the martyr patted the non-existent dust on his hands, took a long breath, and murmured softly:

"That should be about the same."

"What have you done? Why do you want to cover this space?" Master Wuchao asked.

"Hey, there are some words that cannot be heard by our great Heaven. If you accidentally say the wrong words, triggering the wrath of Heaven and issuing supreme punishment, you and I will suffer." The martyr smiled slightly and rubbed his hands. Rubbing his fingers, he asked with a serious face:

"The person who entered the Cliff Tower with you before... well, I remember it seemed to be a strong semi-saint named Zhu Houzhao, right? What is his approximate strength level in the main world of the second generation where you are?"

"Except for an extremely powerful man who has lived for who knows how many years and has created a shady curtain that shrouds all living beings, no one can compete with him." Master Wuchao's expression became a little excited, "And he is about to defeat that man. Monster, reach the pinnacle of the Three Realms!"

When the martyr heard this, he nodded, a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes, and then he continued to ask:

"If I remember correctly, what is recorded in the Heavenly Dao List is that he cultivated the Tao of the Origin and True Self, while you cultivated the Buddha's Path of Reincarnation of Life and Death. I have some understanding of the former, but the Tao you cultivated, I have never Haven’t you heard that the second generation you live in is very mixed?”

"What are you referring to? It is very common in our world to choose the path of cultivating immortals or the path of becoming a Buddha. These two are the mainstream and the paths that most living beings will choose first, because some people have become saints by practicing these two paths. , and there are countless paths.”

"It's interesting... all the paths go hand in hand, and although they are complex, they invisibly add millions of possibilities to the path of sainthood. The second generation really has merit..." the martyr exclaimed, He wanted to ask again, but Master Wuchao said first:

"You've asked me so many questions, now it's time for me to ask you, right?"

The martyr was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

"What is the major path of the first generation of creatures? What path are you cultivating? The golden light curtain you displayed on the second floor of the Cliff Tower is called the Heavenly Dao Bang, right? What is its function? Have you ever heard of it? Have you ever talked about Patriarch Bodhi?"

Master Wuchao finished speaking in one breath, and the martyr's smile gradually solidified. He did not expect that the little guy of the second generation in front of him would be such a thief. He seized the opportunity to ask questions and bombarded him like a volley of beads. , which really made him feel helpless.

Although he felt unhappy, the martyr patiently answered Master Wuchao's questions one by one:

"Our first generation only cultivated the original self, the original source, the original mind, and followed the way of heaven, so we were called the way of following heaven. Those who practice other ways are called rebels by us, and those who follow the way of heaven are the ones who follow the way of heaven. It’s not allowed, but what I cultivate is the way of my true self, and I belong to my heart as God.”

"I don't know the function of the Tiandao List. It's just that the Heavenly Dao in the dark has given me an order. Anyone who climbs the cliff tower and wants to climb up or be qualified to jump off the cliff must be recorded on the Tiandao List. Yes, I just follow the rules."

"I have never heard of the Bodhi Patriarch you mentioned, but I have some understanding of the Bodhi Patriarch. He is an invincible and powerful person in our second generation who practices counter-self, counter-origin, and counter-original mind. Among the top ten demons and gods, he ranks second as a rebel against heaven."

"In addition, I can give you a piece of information. When the supreme calamity is coming, an unprecedented melee broke out among the ten supreme demons and gods in the first generation I am in. A total of eight of the ten demons and gods fell. position, Bodhisattva is one of them."

After the martyr finished speaking, he stared at Master Wuchao with burning eyes, as if he wanted to see some clues from his expression.

But Master Wuchao acted very calmly. After listening to the martyr's narration, his expression did not change at all. He still had a cold look, as if he had not been stirred up in his heart and had not been told the shocking secrets by the martyr. And shocked.

"That's all?" Master Wuchao said suddenly.

"What, isn't it detailed enough? Still doubt the authenticity of this information?"

The corner of the martyr's mouth slowly raised a meaningful smile, and the golden light all over his body reflected the dazzling colors around him, making him look like a god descending to earth. He was majestic. He stretched out his finger and said: "I God swears that what he said is absolutely true."

Master Wuchao stared at the martyr expressionlessly, curling his lips in disbelief.

"It's your turn to ask, what else do you want to know?"

"Well... I have to think about this seriously. After all, it's a very important matter. If you think about it carefully, you won't waste this rare opportunity."

"Why don't you let me ask you again."

"Oh?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Wuchao suddenly disappeared from the sight of the martyr. A gap appeared in the surrounding golden light, and a bright white flash shot out from it, coincidentally burning the martyr's eyes. He couldn't help but feel dizzy.

Huh--it seemed like a gust of wind passed by, and a sound barrier that tore the air suddenly sounded in the field.

The martyr secretly knew something was wrong, and quickly activated the golden light outside his body to spread out, covering his body and forming a shield.

The next moment, a Zen staff flashing with bright Buddha light was smashed down, shattering the shield into thousands of fragments, and little bits of spiritual light splashed out, flying all over the sky.

The martyr looked intently, but Master Wuchao suddenly appeared in front of him, holding a Zen staff. He held the staff in his right hand and a lotus in his left hand. The powerful divine power of Daluo Sanxian at the peak of his realm converged into a dense light, moving towards him like a rushing ocean current. Rushing towards him.

"Damn it! The second generation of ascetics are indeed some insidious and cunning people!" The martyr cursed secretly, and suddenly expanded his hands outwards, tearing the space in front of him, and the dark cracks instantly tore the space in front of him. Devoured by the dense light of divine power...